His words both soothed and frightened her. Soothed because she knew he spoke the truth, that he would never touch another female. Frightened because…well, she knew he spoke the truth. That for the rest of their lives, it would only be each other. Her mind, her body knew this even before Lainey herself had accepted it, which didn’t make sense. It baffled her.
Or perhaps it was just the brew.
Not wanting to dwell on it, she pulled back from his lips, caressing a finger over his horns, which made him purr. She’d learned the previous night that a Luxirian’s horns were sensitive, that it made Kirovcrazedwhen she touched them…kissed them…licked them…sucked them.
“Come on,” Lainey whispered in his ear. “I’m tipsy enough to dance. And I only want to dance withyou.”
Kirov’s brows climbed in interest, that crooked grin emerging that made Lainey want to jump his bones right there and then.
“Lead the way, female,” he challenged.
A challenge she accepted readily.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kirov had never known torture as exquisite, as erotic, as tormenting as watching his female dance. As feeling her body move against his, as scenting her arousal in the air between them, as knowing that he could do nothing about it, not when he could not mate her, not when the whole of his outpost looked on.
Vrax!
All he could imagine in his mind was dragging her into the trees, far away from prying eyes and ears, pushing her down onto her hands and knees and dragging up her dress…of fitting his length inside her and fucking her hard and fast until she screamed her pleasure over and over again.
Yet, he could not.
And when he managed to look away from his female, when he caught the eyes of other males, of other females, he knew that they were waiting…waiting for him to explode. They were expecting it, as an awakened Luxirian.
But it also put him on edge, knowing that other males’ eyes were on hisluxiva, on her swaying hips, on her pebbled, dark pink nipples that showed through her dress in certain lights, on the way her hands reached up to caress his shoulders, his chest, hishorns.
His Instinct prowled restlessly in his chest, his grip on her hips tightened, his claws pricking into the material of her dress. His Instinct demanded that he mark her, so that other males would know she washis, demanded that he spill his seed deep inside her, so that other males would scent him on her.
Dizzy with lust, tense with jealousy, he growled down at her when she ground her lush backside into his aching cock, “Luxiva, I am on the blade’s edge of my control.Enough.”
Lani smiled at him, her eyes slightly glassy from the Luxirian Brew.
She reached up to thread her fingers into his hair. “We can sneak off and do something about it, can’t we?”
Tempting. So vraxingtempting.
Kirov debated it. The celebration was slowly becoming rowdier and rowdier. More pleasure partners began to disappear off into the forest or back to their dwellings for a night of mating. Laughter grew louder as Luxirians emptied more and more of their goblets. The feast was long finished and while Kirov usually stayed until the very end of the celebration, he had hisluxivanow. He had her aching. Heneededto satisfy her.
He only hesitated for a moment more.
Then he dragged her away from the dancing, away from the music and the feasting, back to the hovercraft, to the sound of males’ cheers behind him. At leasttheydidn’t mind he was leaving the celebration early.
“Kirov,” Lani gasped when he started up the engine and then they shot forward into the sky, heading away from the celebration, away from their dwelling.
His Instinct was thrumming inside him, the scent of hisluxiva’s arousal numbing his mind. With a growl, he reached between her legs, cupping her cunt, making her mew in surprise.
Mine.
He directed the hovercraft towards the very end of the lake, far away from the lunar celebration. The sounds, though they carried over the water, slowly faded as they traveled faster and eventually, Kirov could hear nothing, even with his keen senses. Behind them, only a subtle blue glow from the orb lights showed that the celebration still continued in his absence.
Kirov landed the hovercraft on the edge of the lake, where the shore receded, leading up into the forest ofpillervatrees, with their whispering branches and mossy trunks. Kirov grabbed hisfemale, lifting her into his arms, and jumped off the hovercraft, striding into the privacy of the darkened forest.
“Kirov,” Lani murmured, her voice breathless, her hands sliding onto his scalp, which made his spine tingle. Then her hands slid down his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, until she was untying the laces of his leg coverings.
He had barely cleared the forest line when she had his cock out, stroking over his length with a tight grip.
“Fates,” he hissed, hurrying his strides. Steadying her, he reached out with one hand and tugged the sheer dress over her head and dropped it in the wake of their path. Her nude flesh pressed against him, her pink cunt close to the shaft of his cock.
