Vrax!
Get control, he said, gritting his jaw.
Only when he’d pushed his Instinct’s will down slightly, did he said, quietly, “Luxiva.”
Lani’s head snapped to the window. Before, her eyes had been unfocused, like she hadn’t been aware of her surroundings, like she’d been in a quiet place in her own mind.
Kirov wanted to know those places. He wanted to know everything about her, what made her happy, what lit her beautiful eyes up with excitement, what made her mind work. He wanted to know what she feared in life so Kirov could ensure those fears never came to life, he wanted to know what had made her sad on the terrace with him that afternoon—a memory that still made him want to roar, that memory of her watery eyes and trembling hands.
He wanted to know her.
She’d been right earlier. They didn’t know one another. Not yet. But Kirov didn’t have to know everything about her to know, with a certainty he’d never felt, that she was meant for him and he was meant for her.
Even if Lani continued to deny their connection with her words, she couldn’t deny their connection in other ways. Like how she looked at him, how her lips parted in awareness, and her body loosened at the sight of him.
Like that moment.
Hisluxivamight not even be aware that her body was telling him everything he needed to know.
Tossing the sphere on the sleeping platform, she rose and approached him at the window.
“I almost thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked at him in a way she’d never looked at him before and Kirov cocked his head, trying to discern what it was.
She was nervous, he realized, blinking in surprise.
Nervous that he wouldn’t come? Or something else?
“I would never leave you,” he said quietly, as if it should be obvious. He frowned. How could she think such a thing? “What is wrong? Have you changed your mind?”
“No,” she whispered quickly. “No, I just…I just haven’t had a first date in a while, I guess.”
She smiled in a way that made Kirov think her words were teasing, a joke, though he didn’t understand what a ‘date’ was.
His brow furrowed, showing his confusion, and she said quietly, “Never mind. Where are we going?”
Kirov’s lips quirked at her inquisitiveness. “You will see.”
Lani pouted at that and Kirov almost groaned, his cock thickening even further, which he didn’t think was possible.
Her expression changed and she asked quietly, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Kirov exhaled a rough breath. If only she knew the wicked thoughts he had about her, she might rethink coming with him.
“Are you ready?” he asked instead. At her hesitant nod, he said, “Push yourself up on the sill.”
The sill was high for her, coming up to her breasts, but she managed to hop up just enough so that Kirov could snag her waist through the open window and lift her out easily, without making too much noise.
The only problem, which Kirov realized a moment later, was that the maneuver made her tunic ride up her thighs. Way up her thighs.
“Vrax,” he cursed, almost forgetting that they needed to be quiet.
His hands were still wrapped around her curvy waist, keeping the tunic locked in position, and he set her on her feet on the ground in front of him…but he couldn’t look away from those thighs…and what was on full displaybetweenthose thighs.
Her cunt was pink, tufted with light, wispy red hair, and it was only until that moment when he realized he could scent her arousal.
His hands held her in place, even when she started to squirm. He spotted dampness on her inner thighs.
Vrax, vrax, vrax!
