Kirov looked down at her nude body, masculine satisfaction filling him. His cum was glistening on her body, on her cunt. When she saw him looking, she gave a small, exhausted chuckle, which died when his fingers reached towards her pelvis.
Nudging her face up, he took her lips in a fierce kiss that left them both breathless and he cupped between her legs, feeling their combined orgasms coat his fingers. A moment later, she gasped as he began to rub his cum into her skin, over her clit, into her belly.
“O-okay,” she whispered, looking at him wide-eyed. “That’s…that’s kind of weirdly sexy. Is this a Luxirian thing?”
All he did was growl and murmur, “My Instinct demands I mark you as mine, female. I will not allow you to bathe my seed away this night. You will wear it to our sleeping platform, to our furs.”
Something calmed in him as he continued to mark her, something restless began to settle.
“Consider me marked then,” she breathed, her cheeks and lips flushed an enticing shade of pink.
Kirov purred, pleased.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Where are we going?” Lainey asked, smoothing a hand down her dress as Kirov guided her to the front door of the house. The dress was a beautiful dove grey and Kirov had surprised her with a whole wardrobe of different ones in different colors, as well as soft pants and shirts, since she’d tried to explain jeans to him a few days ago.
He must’ve had all the seamstresses in Troxva working night and day to create that vast of a wardrobe for her in such a short amount of time. It had only been four days since the lunar celebration and she had more clothes there than she’d had back on Earth.
“To my labs,” he replied, placing his hand on the door to unlock it before pushing it open. She’d asked him a couple days ago if crime and theft was a problem there, if that was why he had the house so secure, but he’d replied that no, it wasn’t an issue. And when she pressed, he’d retreated a little, dodging her unspoken question.
Things between them had been amazing since the lunar celebration. More than amazing. So amazing that Lainey sometimes questioned if it was real or just some dream. Sometimes, she worried she was still back in the Pit, in a cage, in the dark, and she’d dreamed up Kirov as part of a delusion, to escape the horrors of her true reality.
But no, he was real. Every day he proved that to her, every day he washed away her worries and fear and left her so vulnerable and exposed that she couldn’t help but give everything to him.
If only he would give everything of himself in return.
But he was hiding something from her. Whenever she asked about his father, who presumably lived right down the terrace, he dodged and bobbed and weaved. He left at odd times to go next door and would come back…different. Changed. And every time he did, it cut a little deeper.
“Your labs,” Lainey repeated softly, his warm hand pressing into the small of her back. The dress material was so light she felt that hand like it was pressed against her bare skin, like she was naked. “Why?”
“I wish for you to help me,” he replied, guiding her over to the hovercraft parked right outside on the terrace.
It was a beautiful morning in Troxva, bright and cool. It didn’t get as hot there as it did in the Golden City, but it was still warm by Lainey’s standards. Whenever she wished to go outside, Kirov would take her to the lake’s shore or the white forest or into the outpost marketplace, where she was surrounded by Luxirians. Everyone still looked at her, studied her with curiosity and perhaps a little distrust, but Lainey was no longer intimidated to go among them.
But she’d never been to his labs.
Just as Kirov guided her into the hovercraft, the door opened from the house at the end of the terrace. An older Luxirian male stepped out and Lainey’s lips parted, wondering if that was his father.
Kirov stiffened, but revealed nothing. He simply said, “Wait a moment,luxiva,” and went to meet the male, his long legs making quick work of the terrace.
Lainey blinked and watched closely as Kirov spoke with him. There was a familiarity between them, plainly obvious, though she could not hear their voices. Kirov jerked his head in a nod to whatever the male was saying and then clasped him on the forearm before turning back towards her.
Kirov’s face was unreadable when he climbed onto the hovercraft and Lainey looked past him, at the older male watching the both of them.
“Is that your father?” she couldn’t help but ask, shifting her eyes to look up at her male.
Kirov looked at her and said, “Nix.”
Nothing more.
Frustration, disappointment filled her…again.
But before she could say anything, Kirov had her secured against his body and the hovercraft lifted from the terrace and hurtled towards the opposite hill of Troxva.
In less than five minutes, Kirov was landing onto a very similar terrace, except there were no homes in sight. Only a long, single glass panel, imbedded into the side of the hill. And just like Kirov’s home, it was mirrored, so she couldn’t see past it.
Kirov guided her down the hovercraft and she walked next to him as they approached the panel. He reached out, scanned his palm, and the door slid away, revealing a long, metal tunnel leading into the hillside.
