Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,39

you think we were doing, my little warrior.” Wexxon smiled at me again. “You moaned the whole way through it. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to your writhing daydream, or else I would’ve had to kill them on the spot. I have no interest in sharing that part of you with the rest of Xelxar.”

“Sorry,” I murmured the apology as I brought my hands up toward my face, trying my best to hide away from Wexxon’s gaze.

Chapter Eleven

Wexxon

I hadn’t touched my Rachel in days, not since I’d watched her come, again and again, her hips writhing against her seat at the bar. And even though I couldn’t have wanted anything more than to take her back to the castle and bend her over our bed, stuffing myself inside her until she was so tired of coming for me that she could no longer stand, I decided against it.

Because I wanted her to realize that she was mine, all on her own. I wanted my little warrior to seek me out in the night, unable to refuse her body’s desire anymore, turning over toward me and offering herself underneath my frame. I couldn’t explain what’d changed inside me, but unlike Rachel’s response to her drink of clarity, my own surged through me in a much different way.

The drink hadn’t made me want Rachel’s body. It’d made me want her heart.

Although, I had to admit that keeping myself away from Rachel, denying myself her warmth, was getting harder by the day. I’d taken to training more often, at Aldvirion’s request, spending my time battling other warriors at the castle. Of course, the warriors seemed happy to do it, eager to face me in non-lethal combat, wanting to sharpen their skills.

And for me, it was worthwhile enough practice.

Even though I always won in the end.

Today, I faced off against Aldvirion himself, a practice sword held up between us. Aldvirion had gotten much faster than when we’d practiced together months ago, his blows coming down harder as well. It was a nice change of pace to be going up against someone who might’ve actually stood a chance against me, and I was grateful for his aptitude at battle.

“How goes life for you and your bride?” Aldvirion asked as he spun out on his left side, his sword switching into his right hand. “I feel as if you haven’t mentioned your Rachel much at all.”

“We went out a few nights ago,” I replied, taking a quick step toward him. “We drank Clarity together.”

“Clarity?” Aldvirion moved away from me, just as quick, his weapon once again positioned between us. “I assumed when you asked me if she could handle a drink, you meant something more like Desire or one of the more colorful options.”

“She wanted insight into something,” I answered. “Something that would’ve made her smarter.”

“And did it? Make her smarter?”

“…Not exactly. No,” I admitted, jutting my practice sword right at Aldvirion’s side.

He then expertly dodged the attack before he replied, “What effect did it have on her, then? If I may ask?”

“It made her want me.”

“Well, that’s good news, isn’t it?” Aldvirion grinned. “Your wife wants you.”

“But that’s the thing, Aldvirion,” I started. “The Clarity I drank made me more than want her. It made me want to give her my heart, to give her my everything.”

“Ah.” Aldvirion nodded in understanding. “I see the problem now. You’re worried that your mate only desires you as a form of lust and instinct. You’re worried that you do not have her heart.”

“And if I don’t have her heart, who does?”

“Or what,” Aldvirion corrected, his sword coming down right beside my foot. He then tilted his head to the side before he went on. “Do you think she’d still be interested in having the translator installed?”

“Yes,” I replied, bringing my own sword down near Aldvirion’s shoulder. “She seemed very excited about the prospect of it.”

“Then we will have it installed today,” Aldvirion said as he maneuvered away from my weapon. “Perhaps your mate’s emotional reluctance has more to do with her feelings about Xelxar than with you?”

“You’re saying that if we make her feel more at home, she’ll start to treat it as such?”

“Why not?” Aldvirion shrugged. “She seems to have taken a liking to the library. And to Palqeet. Maybe the translator is her missing piece. At the very least, it’ll always bind her to Xelxar.”

“That and our child,” I reminded him. “No Xelxar pregnancy has ever survived off this planet. I’m not even sure if