Two could play at that game.
A sweet smile crossed her face. “And I thought me sucking your thick, hard cock last night in the bath until you came down my throat in buckets would’ve swayedyouto just fuck me already. And baby…” she purred in his ear, licking on the outer shell just to tease him, “I would’ve let you fuck meall night long, however you wanted, if you would’ve just asked me nicely.”
Kirov froze, a growl ripping through his chest. He moved, his hard cock—seriously, the thingneverwent down—brushing her naked thigh.
“Perhaps a repeat of both events,” he purred, moving over her like a panther about to pounce on its prey, “might change both our minds.”
Lainey laughed when he ripped the furs off their bodies, already beginning to kiss and lick down her chest.
Then she moaned, her laugh dying completely.
And neither of them left the bed until much, much later that morning.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The night of the lunar celebration came swiftly. Lainey accompanied Kirov out of his house—of which he’d programmed her handprint into the door so she could leave whenever she desired—and onto the hovercraft.
She was wearing a beautiful, Luxirian-style dress, made out of the lightest material she’d ever felt. She felt…well, she felt naked. It was so light she barely felt it against her skin.
Kirov had scanned her body yesterday morning with a device that emitted blue light and sent it to a seamstress. It apparently took her measurements and just that afternoon, the dress had shown up at the house, perfectly cut and stitched. And it fit her like a glove.
It was ivory in color, the clasps at her shoulders a beautiful brushed silver. The bottom of the dress tickled the tops of her bare feet when she moved, the barest touch, and her dusky pink nipples poked through the light fabric, almost obscenely.
When Kirov had first seen her, his jaw had tightened, his eyes had gone hot, and he’d brushed his thumb over the points of her nipples, making her knees tremble.
“Vellixa,” he’d murmured and Lainey had blushed. His voice told her that he’d suckle on her nipples for hours when they returned home.
Kirov maneuvered the hovercraft towards the lake and the wind whipped the dress around her calves. Pressing back into Kirov’s bare chest, Lainey took a deep breath, nervous for the lunar celebration. Although Kirov had alleviated some of her fears about her integration into Troxva, it was still a daunting and frightening prospect.
Fake it until you make it, she told herself, straightening. It was what she’d always done. When she’d performed in front of hundreds and hundreds of people in concert halls, she’d managed to shake off the nerves that made her hands tremble. She could do it now.
They were approaching the lake and Lainey could see that the celebration would be a large one. All afternoon, she’d watched through the windows in their living room as Luxirians set up the lake’s shore. They looked like dots from a distance, but grand tables and big blue orbs of light and a terraced structure for the musicians were brought in. Even Kirov had been gone most of the day, making last minute preparations.
Under the full moon, the celebration looked beautiful. The silver light reflected off the black lake. She smiled when she saw flashes of pink floating on the surface every now and again—the pink fireflies had come. The blue orbs of light gave off an ethereal glow, illuminating the big space when the moon’s light wasn’t enough.
Already the tables were packed with Luxirians. Most were seated, others were milling about, socializing, laughing.
Most are males, she realized, eyeing the crowd as they drew closer and closer. She’d never seen a female Luxirian during her stay in the Golden City, but she saw some among the party-goers. Younger females, smaller in size, with curves and long, dark hair and more delicate features. They were dressed in light colors as well. She realized everyone was dressed in white or ivory or silver.
Eyes began to turn upwards as they approached and she heard exclamations of surprise, of Kirov’s name.
Kirov landed the hovercraft, not far from the lake’s shore and helped her step down. She met his eyes, but for some reason, she didn’t want him to know how nervous she was so she gave him a smile, placing her hand on his forearm when he led her into the waiting crowd.
Everyone towered over Lainey as Kirov guided her to a table nearest the lake. A smaller, empty table, with only two seats. Lainey could feel hundreds of eyes on her, though the noise level remained constant, though she heard laughs and voices and revelry in the background.
And music, she realized, blinking. Immediately, she swiveled her head in the direction it floated from—from the terraced platform she’d seen earlier—and her lips parted.
Only four musicians were playing. Two were playing an instrument that resembled a sitar, a long-necked guitar-like stringed instrument, that produced a twangy, deep tone. Another played an instrument that resembled drums, rhythmic yet primal. And the last played a wind instrument that produced the light, haunting sound, like a flute and violin combined.
Altogether, the ensemble sounded strange, very alien, but nonetheless eerily beautiful.
“Is your piano like our instruments?” Kirov asked her, leaning down to murmur in her ear as he guided her to one of the empty seats at the table set only for two.
Lainey sat, looking at the musicians, and shook her head, “No. Not at all.”
Kirov made no reply. He didn’t sit next to her, but he remained standing at her side. When she tilted her head up to gaze upon her male, her breath caught in her throat. His skin shimmered silver from the moon, combined with the blue orbs. He was bare-chested, like all of the males, his pierced dark nipples, his slabs of finely honed, scarred muscles on display, flesh that she’d licked and kissed endlessly the last couple days. His hair was tied back, his proud horns curving along his skull. His thick thighs were encased in his leather pants, which showed off his perfect, perfect ass.
Mine, her mind whispered, warmth pooling between her thighs. God, she wanted him. There were hundreds of shirtless, ripped, warrior aliens around her and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Kirov.
