meant?
“Tev,” he murmured. His eyes met hers, even as his cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. “It was.”
Chapter Twenty
“Wait,” Erin gasped, gripping his horns and pulling him away from her breast. “J-just wait.”
Jaxor groaned, the feel of her soft hands around his horns traveling straight to his cock. Didn’t she know anything about Luxirian males in this state? She may as well have been stroking him.
Then again, why would she know? Unless she’d had affairs with other males during her time in the Golden City. The thought made his claws curl, made hot jealousy rise in his chest, when the only thing he’d ever been jealous of in his entire lifespan had been Vaxa’an.
“I need to think,” she rasped, blinking though her lids were heavy. Desire was dizzying. It fogged the mind and dulled the limbs. Desire was dangerous, but Jaxor felt it coiling in his belly and he wanted to give in to it. Just for a little while. He was so tired of fighting it.
“About what?” he questioned, his head dipping again. He trailed his mouth over her throat before his teeth nipped at her flesh. She moaned, the sound breathless and desperate.
He wanted to put his mouth on hers again. Had thought of little else. When his head pulled back, his eyes dropped to her lips. They were flushed pink and looked soft.
“You’re…” she started, shaking her head. “You’re making it hard to think.”
Jaxor grinned and he heard her breath hitch. Then he didn’t hesitate. He slanted his head and kissed her, brushing his lips against hers the way she’d done a couple nights ago.
Her hands went to his bare shoulders and squeezed. He felt the slide of her peaked nipples across his chest and the feeling made him crazed. His Instinct was pushing, pushing, further and further into the forefront of his mind. Reason was becoming lost. All the reasons why this was a terrible idea became faded.
If Jaxor mated her, he would never let her go. His deal would be forfeit with the Mevirax. They would brand him a traitor. His opportunity to help his people and to take revenge for the lives lost would be gone.
And yet, Jaxor was tempted.
So tempted.
Erin kissed him back, finally. Her hands delved into the hair she’d cut and gripped him, angling her head so he could kiss her harder. It was a wild, desperate thing, their teeth clashing together, more carnal than tender.
They might not like each other—they might fight more than anything—but Jaxor had never doubted this. That she wanted him and he wanted her with an intensity that seemed impossible.
“I need to taste you, rixella,” he murmured, pulling away, his lips feeling stung and swollen. Hers were red. He may have nibbled on them in the midst of it all, he couldn’t remember.
Her brows furrowed in confusion, but then she gasped when he lifted her from the hot springs, settling her generous backside on the stone of the pool’s edge. Her back was to the looming darkness.
“J-Jaxor?” she whispered, questioning.
Then he spread her thighs and understanding dawned in her gaze. She looked down on him with a glowing gaze, the golden light from the lantern reflecting in her eyes. He waited, wanting to see if she would push him away. Jaxor looked up at her, her heaving breasts swollen, her lips bright red, and her cunt…her perfect sex was on display, inches away, glistening and pink.
Erin said nothing. All she did was spread her thighs a little wider and lean back on her elbows.
The beginnings of his seed pushed from his cock at the sight, at the knowledge that his female was allowing him this luxury for the first time.
Jaxor wasted no time. He slung her legs over his shoulders, positioning himself closer.
Then his head dipped. His tongue flicked out.
Erin’s stunned gasp quickly turned into a moan, reverberating around the cave. Jaxor tightened his hands around her thighs, so much so that he was afraid he’d cut her with his claws. His blood roared in his ears. She tasted divine. Sweet and musky and perfect.
He groaned, lapping inside her cunt, deeper and deeper. The muscles in her thighs squeezed and loosened. When he looked up at her, her eyes were squeezed shut, her head tilted back, her plump, soft lips parted in a soundless cry.
Jaxor felt on the verge of coming just looking at her. He wondered if he would, without any physical stimulation at all.
Her inner walls were slick and wet, ready for him. With