“You know what I am trying to say,” he said, cupping the back of her neck. “Tev?”
She blew out a long breath, but eventually, she nodded. “Yes, I know what you’re trying to say.”
“If you decide to stay on Luxiria,” he started, “I would not want this life for you.”
Jaxor had known all his life that though he would not be Prime Leader, he would still be an appointed Ambassador and a leader of an outpost. That outpost would have beenJiralla, on the edge of their world. The sixth and final outpost of Luxiria.
But with his defection, Jaxor had turned his back on that future, on that responsibility. Instead, he assumed the five Ambassadors and his brother took turns overseeingJiralla, though Jaxor had always wondered why Vaxa’an hadn’t assigned a new Ambassador in his place.
That life was lost to him now, but it was still the life that he wanted for his mate if she chose to remain with him. A life of never needing to fearkekevir, a life of never needing to worry about patrols or scavenging for repair parts, or whether that rotation’s frost would kill off their crops.
Erin didn’t nod in agreement, or shake her head in disagreement. “If I decided to stay on Luxiria, it would not be for comforts, but for you.”
That warmth in his chest grew. He rubbed at it even as he said, “I want to make things right with you. I want to make things right with my brother. The Golden City is a risk, but I believe it is necessary.”
It was very likely Jaxor would be thrown in the holding cells to await trial and execution or exile. The elder council would not care that he was a son of Kirax’an, a descendant of the throne.
Vaxa’an, on the other hand…
Would his brother want him dead? Exiled?
But there was much at stake. Even now. Because he’d begun to believe that maybe the cure for the virus was not lost to them after all. There was still time.
Erin sighed, squeezing his hand, nodding. “Then we will go.”
So why couldn’t he shake the feeling of dread?
Chapter Thirty-Two
He looked up at her like nothing else in the universe existed, Erin realized. Like it was just the two of them and nothing else.
In response, she snapped her hips back down, feeling his cock slide deep.
“Tev,” he hissed, his strong abdomen clenching, the tendons in his neck straining. Erin liked being on top, liked that she could tease him, liked that she got a front-row seat to watch him lose all control.
Which he was about to do. She could feel his release coming. It was in the little things, the way he gripped her hips harder, the way his brows pulled down ever so slightly, the way his throat bobbed with his swallow. His cock was swelling, readying.
She’d already come twice, riding his cock. Now it was his turn and anticipating it was making her breathless.
Squeezing her inner muscles brought a curse and a growl from his throat. He was holding back like he was waiting for her to comeagain, but she wouldn’t let him. That challenge sparked between them and his eyes narrowed when he realized what she was doing.
“Nix,” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered, smiling.
She increased her pace, using his chest to rock and grind on his cock.
“Vrax,” he rasped. “Vrax, vrax, vrax.”
She leaned down, her breasts brushing against the metal piercing through his nipples, markings from warrior training completion, she knew.
“Come, please,” she whispered against his lips before kissing him.
His gasps turned into groans. Erin smiled again, her cheeks flushed, a fine misting of sweat gleaming across their bodies. She dropped her forehead to his, their eyes never leaving each other.
And then she felt him jerk, felt the rush of his seed filling her.
“Rixella,” he gasped, though the word sounded like both a caress and a curse. She continued to rock her hips, wringing every last drop from him until his body relaxed and his chest heaved.
