They would mate that night. They would bind their lives together that night.
And Lainey couldn’t wait to get started.
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
Kirov’s lips quirked up at her strange words, but then his expression sobered, that intense look coming across his features, crossing into his eyes. He pulled her to the very distinct line of the circle, her toes just touching it.
Then he began to speak in Luxirian. Soft words that grew in intensity, grew in meaning.Ancient words, she realized. Words that Kirov might not even know the meaning of, but knew by heart anyways. Words so ingrained in their culture, so ingrained inhim.
They were beautiful and Kirov’s deep, guttural voice made them even more so. They flowed over Lainey like a stream of water, drenching her, soaking her.
And when Kirov stopped, he looked over at her, his horns straightening, those beautiful blue eyes she’d been desperate to see all those nights ago piercing her into place.
At least until he pulled her across the threshold of the circle.
Lainey gasped.
Her eyes widened.
Her belly clenched tight as waves of arousal went through her.
Something was happening, something…unearthly. Something alien. Something magical.
It’s the Seeing, she realized. She’d heard about it, from Cecelia, but she hadn’t truly grasped what it actually was until that moment.
Kate had told her that she hadn’t truly believed in the Fates until herravraxia.
Now, Lainey understood why. Because a part of her had thought the same thing, that the Fates were more of an unseen, unfelt entity for Luxirians.
Not right then.
Shefeltthem. And in her mind’s eye, shesawthem. She heard their ancient, whispering voices, felt the glide of their invisible fingers across her flesh, touching her,seeingher.
“K-Kirov,” Lainey gasped, squeezing his hand to make sure he was still there.
“Tev,luxiva,” he responded, his voice deep, his voice strained. “It will pass. Do not fight them.”
It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but it was a strange one. It was…exposing. Lainey felt like all her heart, her secrets, her life were laid bare before them and they were judging her for it.
But Kirov was right.
It did pass.
She felt them leave her like a passing wind and in their place was something else entirely, something entirely more pleasant.
Pure desire. Pure arousal, in its truest form.
It rose from deep within her body, radiating out from between her legs, blooming to her limbs, to the tips of her hair, to the tips of her toes.
Oh my God, she thought wildly, her eyes widening.
And then the pleasure hit her in waves. Unrelenting pleasure that felt like that moment right on the edge of orgasm. Over and over again. But she couldn’t get there.
Next to her, Kirov growled, that sound radiating right to her clit. But it still wasn’t enough.
She moaned in frustration, in desperation, turning into him. And when she felt his arms coming around her, when she felt his flesh against her own?
Heaven.
