Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,58

I’d finally put my blade through his skin.

And in that moment, I realized that no one on Xelxar deserved to know how that felt, even if they were siblings who were certain they hated each other. There wasn’t enough hate in the world to erase the feeling of taking someone’s life, not when they shared one’s blood.

“…Wexxon?” Rachel’s voice was hesitant as she stepped into the training room, her stomach now slightly protruding with our child. “I’m sorry. I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

“You are not.” I smiled over at her as I hung my sword up on a nearby wall. “You could never interrupt me, my love.”

“I don’t know if that’s true.” Rachel chuckled before she moved even closer to me. “I just wanted to check up on you. Aldvirion said your training was going better—”

“But you just wanted to make sure?” I smirked. “I am no longer a wounded creature, my little warrior. I assure you, I am healed.”

“You can’t blame me for wanting to make sure.” She frowned, still clearly unsure about the situation. A second later, Rachel was lightly trailing her fingertips along the fresh scar on my abdomen, the one I’d technically given myself by letting my brother strike the spot.

“I still don’t know what you were thinking,” Rachel murmured.

“I was thinking that I wanted to live,” I replied. “I was thinking that I wanted to make my way home to you and our child eventually.”

I then placed my palm across Rachel’s stomach, a warmth going through me as I thought about the life that we’d created that was growing inside her.

And Rachel placed her palm on top of hand on top of my own. “He’s coming along nicely, at least according to Aldvirion. He thinks that he…”

“What?” I murmured. “What is it?”

“He thinks that he’ll look a lot more like you than me.” Rachel lightly chuckled. “Although, I’m not sure how scientific that is. I have a feeling that Aldvirion suspects that I have less than superior genes.”

“What makes you think a thing like that?”

“Probably because he just said it to my face a few minutes ago.” Rachel now laughed even harder. “He’s a sweet man, but God. He has an awful bedside manner.”

“I know.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with Rachel. “Do you know what he told me when he first realized that I’d woken up from my injury?”

“What?”

“He told me that my chance of dying was still higher than my chance of recovery.” I chuckled as I recounted the story. “Could you imagine? A warrior comes back to life and you tell them that they’re really on the verge of death?”

“Oh my God. Aldvirion is the most ridiculous person I think I’ve ever met.” Rachel’s laughter was still mingling with my own, the sound twinkling and sweet to my ears.

And as another laugh escaped her lips, I brought my mouth down to meet her own, capturing the sound between us. Rachel’s hands then moved up toward my shoulders, her fingers pressing down against my skin, her hips rolling toward mine, too.

She then broke off her kiss, her cheeks going red as she spoke. “I…that might’ve been a little too much. Sorry. It’s just that we haven’t…in a long time.”

“Of course, we haven’t. I needed my time to recover.” I smiled down at her. “Although, as I just told you, I’m finished with my recovery now.”

“Wexxon, wait—”

“Oh, I think we are both very tired of waiting,” I murmured before I angled Rachel down toward the ground. I then shifted our positions, making sure that her frame was hovering over my own, my hands resting on either side of her waist.

“Wexxon—”

“Take off your clothes,” I instructed as I stared up at my wife, my cock stirring between us. “Let me show you just how much I’ve recovered.”

And Rachel flashed me a mischievous grin as her fingers went toward the bottom of her dress, soon lifting the fabric over her head. It took everything in me to not groan at the sight of her naked body, her slightly swollen stomach, her heavier breasts, her shapely hips.

“…What?” Rachel stared down at me, a concerned look on her face. She then brought her hands down over her stomach, covering it from my view. “You probably shouldn’t think too hard about it…It’s just, I remember reading about how guys back on Earth sometimes have performance anxiety if they focus on the pregnancy too much during sex—”

“I’m not going to have performance anxiety,” I replied, my hands gently