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 come again, 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.
She wrapped her arms around him, falling away. It was morning and they would have a long day ahead, but there was a need that stretched between them. The need for connection and sex. Erin had grown so used to having him inside her, to feeling his kiss, his touch, that some moments, she marveled that she’d gone so long without them.
They only lay in the silence for a moment as Jaxor recovered. They looked at each other quietly. He stroked her cheek, her lips, and Erin thought that she could stare at him for the rest of her life and be perfectly happy. With a sigh, she realized in that moment she was losing yet another piece of her heart to him…and she wondered how many more pieces she had left until he owned them all.
She felt his seed leaking from her body and when they both finally rose, knowing there was much to be done, she took a clean cloth and water and washed it away. In the back of her mind, a part of her feared pregnancy.
She knew that Luxirians and humans were compatible in that way. But the logical part of her knew it was impossible, at least right then. She hadn’t had a period since…well, since her abduction from Earth. She couldn’t get pregnant if she didn’t ovulate, after all. Once she began to bleed again, then she would revisit that possibility.
They both dressed in comfortable silence, sparing lingering glances at each other. Because she couldn’t resist, she quickly darted over to him, went on the tips of her toes, and gave him a quick peck, watching the amusement and the warmth filter across his features afterwards. She