The Alien's Obsession (A SciFi Alien Warrior Romance) (Warriors of Luxiria Book 6)

by Zoey Draven

  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 his luxiva, 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, his horns.

  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 was his, 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 vraxing tempting.

  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 his luxiva now. He had her aching. He needed to 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 least they didn’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 his luxiva’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 of pillerva trees, with their whispering branches and mossy trunks. Kirov grabbed his female, 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.

  Lani took advantage. He’d recognized a glint in her eyes and before he could stumble over a warning, she lifted her hips, pressing her cunt against his hot length.

  Kirov’s roar echoed around the forest, through the trees, as his female rubbed against him, as she slicked her arousal over the ridges of his cock, moving her hips even though he desperately tried to steady her. He could feel his already frayed control on the verge of snapping. When she moaned, her head lolling around her shoulders, it took all his strength to tug her hips away.

  Kirov lifted her higher in his arms, pushing her back against the soft trunk of a pillerva tree, high up so that his face was level with her cunt. Lani gasped at her sudden height and she steadied herself by gripping his horns, while he wrapped his arms around her hips.

  Then he licked her, his eyes rolling back at the taste of her arousal. As she whimpered, he licked deep inside her entrance, running the ridges of his tongue along her walls, tasting the silky, wet heat of her.

  “Kirov!”

  Her cry echoed around the forest and his Instinct growled its approval. Her body was already tightening. He knew his female’s body well already, knew when she was about to orgasm. It only took a moment more, after he directed his attention to the small little jewel she called her ‘clit.’ He rolled it with his tongue, looking up at her, watching her chest heave, her nipples pointed and hard.

  When he gave her clit a gentle suckle, he saw her breath hitch, her eyes widen. Then she was screaming her pleasure, her legs tightening around his head, her abdomen clenching.

  Kirov lapped at her through her orgasm, long after it was over, building her up to a new one. She tugged at his horns, her touch desperate, but he grew possessive of her cunt, growling between her legs when she tried to push him away.

  His Instinct was too far gone, his mind focused and intent on nothing but giving her pleasure.

  She orgasmed again, this time more powerful. She hardly made a sound. Her back was arched tight, her mouth open in a silent scream, though her cunt clenched tightly, pushing out her cream, which he licked with greed.

  “K-Kirov,” she gasped, tugging at his horns harder, which made more pre-cum rise from his tip. “B-baby, please. Please.”

  Kirov knew he could push her into two more orgasms at least. He’d done so the night before, but after her fourth, she’d been unable to form words, incoherent as pleasure assaulted her.

  So, he took mercy on her, carefully shifting her down into his arms before laying her onto the mossy floor of the forest. It would be soft enough for her skin, but she only lay there for an instant before she was reaching up towards him, dragging him down onto her lush, warm body.

  Lani helped him push off his leg coverings until he was as naked as she was. The feel of her against him was…unparalleled. Nothing had ever made him feel closer to the Fates, to the universe, to his very being than feeling her like that. It was why he existed, to feel her close to him.

  She bucked her hips up, pressing into his aching cock, and he hissed at the exquisite torture. When he looked down between their bodies, his eyes adjusting to the little light that peeked through the forest canopy, he saw his cock throbbing, pre-cum drooling onto her bare belly.

  The sight was primal. It sparked something inside him, seeing the beginnings of his seed leaking onto his female’s flesh, marking her.

  “Please,” she murmured, claiming his attention. She grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him forward to kiss her. He purred and growled, stroking his tongue over hers. He would never get enough of her, never get enough of her taste. “Please, Kirov.”

  “Rebax?” he growled between kisses.

  “Just fuck me already, baby,” she pleaded, her tone bordering on a whine. “Please, please. I need your cock. I need you inside me.”

  Kirov’s eyes squeezed shut, his control slipping again. “Nix.”

  “Please!”

  “Nix,” he growled, more pre-cum pooling onto her stomach. “You know what I require first, female.”

  “Dammit!” she exclaimed, letting out a little frustrated growl of her own that only served to turn him on more, if possible. “Kirov!”

  “Tell me that you will stay,” he rasped, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He nibbled on he
r flesh there, feeling her shiver, and he rested his cock on her abdomen. Weak, he thrust against her stomach, grinding his length into her. “Tell me you will perform the ravraxia with me and we can be fucking this time tomorrow night. I can be deep inside you, I can spill my seed into your aching cunt, I will mate you over and over again until you’re exhausted from the pleasure of it, until you will always remember the feel of me.”

  Lani whimpered.

  “Tell me,” he growled, thrusting his hips against her again.

  “No,” she said and when he pulled back, he saw the defiance in her gaze, that fight that he loved and hated so much.

  “Vrax,” he cursed, gritting his teeth. He angled his hips down and almost bellowed his pleasure when the bottom length of his cock slid against her cunt, against her wet, swollen lips.

  Lani moaned, immediately trying to take advantage, wiggling underneath him until he had to forcefully still her hips. When she reached between them, he caught her wrist and pulled both of her hands over her head, holding her there, even when she tried to struggle.

  Kirov groaned deep in his throat, the primal part of him that needed to dominate his female coming to life. The sight of her, lying nude underneath him, restrained, squirming, needing…it was almost his undoing.

  “Look at you,” he purred, leaning down to run his horns against her temple. “Vellixa, luxiva. Nothing pleases me more than seeing you this way.”

  Lani’s lips were parted when he pulled back to look at her. He caught a look in her eyes, a look that made him soften, that made him go crazy with wanting her.

  “Tell me,” he tried again, his voice lowering, his tone darkening as his Instinct tried to push further and further to the forefront of his mind.

  Lani hesitated, her breath hitching. She seemed to debate something in her mind, but then her gaze narrowed and she said, “No.”

  “Fine,” he rasped.

  He hadn’t won her yet. He still had time. But for that night, he would make her wish she’d said tev instead.

  Still restraining her wrists, he reached his other hand down to grasp the base of his cock. Her breath hitched, hope springing in her eyes, when he rubbed the head of his length against her cunt, slipping it between her folds.

  “K-Kirov?” she breathed.

  Gritting his jaw, Kirov drew in a deep breath. He didn’t know if he would have the control to do it, but right when he circled the entrance of her cunt, instead of thrusting inside, he thrust up, so that the bottom knobs lining his cock slid between her lips and over her clit.

  “Ahhhh,” his female moaned, her lips parted in surprise.

  Vrax, the pleasure!

  Kirov felt her heat deep inside his balls, felt it tingle down his spine, felt it warm his belly. Leaning down, he latched his lips over her breast, dragging the nipple in greedily as he gave another thrust of his hips over her cunt.

  Lani’s body tightened and softened simultaneously. When she arched her back to present her breasts to him more fully, he rasped, “Good female,” and continued to suckle her harder.

  Fates, how she pleased him!

  Kirov continued to thrust between her thighs, building up a steady rhythm that had her squirming in his grasp.

  It was the closest they would come to mating. At least until his female made her decision about whether she would choose this life…whether she would choose him.

  Kirov wondered if it would be the closest he’d ever be to his luxiva. If she left him, this would be it.

  He growled, his pace quickening. Sparks of pleasure radiated from his cock, tightening his varx against his body. Pre-cum and her arousal mixed, lubricant enough for what he was doing to her, creating a delicious slide.

  His female moaned, her head thrashing from side-to-side. His grip tightened on her wrists and Kirov couldn’t deny that restraining his little hellion made him burn, dark desires emerging.

  It was becoming too much. He’d been aching and hard all evening, his female’s dancing had almost undone him right at the celebration, and now thrusting against her cunt, knowing that just one slip, one slight angle change could push him inside her was about to send him over the edge.

  “Tev, luxiva,” he urged. “Cum for me. Do you feel my cock slipping across your greedy little clit?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, the tendons in her neck raised, her eyes dazed and glassy.

  Rumbling into her ear, he rasped, “Imagine how good it would feel if my cock was deep inside you.” His tone darkened. “Imagine me emptying my seed into you, filling you with my cum. Take me, luxiva!”

  Lani’s eyes widened slightly, her breath hitched.

  Then she was cumming, a keening cry falling from her lips, surprising them both. Kirov groaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck, his horns tangling into her hair, and he ground his hips into her, thrusting harder and faster against the slippery lips of her cunt, prolonging her pleasure with every thrust against her clit.

  Hot pleasure made him bellow as his cock jerked, as hot cum spilled from his tip. The intensity of his orgasm blinded him, numbed his mind, as jets of his seed shot out, coating her belly and her cunt.

  When it was over, Kirov collapsed, rolling to the side at the last moment to avoid crushing her small body.

  “Vrax,” he purred, his chest heaving, as his cock continued to jerk and pulse.

  Lani looked over at him, bringing her now-freed hands to his chest, burying her face into his shoulder.

  “Vrax indeed,” she huffed, her voice husky. She bit his shoulder gently with her little blunt teeth, making him purr.

  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 vulner
able 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.