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

by Zoey Draven

  He led her into the bath and he groaned when the hot water hit him, a sound so primal that it tightened her core.

  Lainey felt…a little exposed, truthfully. She didn’t know why bathing with him this way, after he’d obviously had a difficult day, felt so intimate. But it was.

  He went over to the ledge on the far wall and out of a blue jar, he grabbed a handful of small soap granules, similar to the ones they’d used in the Golden City, which lathered and exfoliated like crazy, leaving her skin moisturized and smooth.

  Kirov approached her, coating his hands with them, and without saying a word, he began to smooth his hands over her body, washing her exposed skin first before dipping underneath the water.

  “I am sorry,” he whispered to her, running his hand down her arm, to the tips of her fingers, using those strong hands to massage her and stroke her and wash her all at the same time. “I did not expect to be gone so long. Please forgive me, luxiva.”

  “I already have,” she told him honestly, catching his hand, looking him in the eye. “But you will tell me everything one day, won’t you?”

  “Tev,” he said, inclining his head. “Just not this night. I cannot.”

  She nodded, slowly releasing his hand and he continued washing her body, going over—seemingly—every inch of her skin.

  She bit her lip when trailed his fingers over her nipple, around the underside of her breast. He brought her leg up, positioning her against him for balance, as he stroked down her thigh, before switching her leg to do the same on the other. Her cheeks burned when he reached around to her lower back, making small circles that went lower and lower.

  He smoothed the soap over the flesh of her ass and she squealed in surprise when he dipped a finger between her cheeks.

  “Kirov!”

  When she looked up at him, she was relieved to see his crooked grin, though it was small. His eyes didn’t seem as tired, they were dancing with a little mischief.

  “I did not think you were shy, luxiva.”

  He was playing with her.

  That knowledge made her flustered, made her want to chuckle, but slap him across the shoulder at the same time.

  “I think it’s your turn,” she grumbled, going over to the soap jar, digging out a handful of granules, before returning. She rubbed her hands together, lathering it up, eyeing his body.

  Her mouth almost watered as she looked at him, wondering where to start, like he was a buffet table at a Vegas hotel.

  She started at his shoulders, smoothing her hands over the rounded globes of muscle, before lowering towards the rope-like tendons lining his strong forearms.

  A purr started in his chest and she washed there too, feeling her hand vibrate across his skin. She was all business for a little while, smoothing her small hands over his pecs, his pierced nipples—which made him growl in interest, which she tried to ignore—his abdomen. Then she walked around him, to scrub his back. Her lips parted as her hands dipped under the water, sliding over his perfectly sculpted ass. He lifted his legs one at a time, to help her wash his thighs and calves.

  Then she came back to his front. Her breathing was a little shallow as she ensured that none of the exfoliating granules remained, before she wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking up and down once. Twice. Three times.

  Kirov growled, his abdomen clenching, his eyes sliding shut for a brief moment as a deep groan echoed off the water. Lainey felt his thighs actually tremble against her.

  Her male needed a little tension released. And what kind of alien girlfriend would she be if she didn’t help him release some after a bad day?

  “Come here,” she whispered, a small smile touching her lips. Keeping her hand on his cock, she led him over to a small ledge near the side of the bathing pool. When she guided Kirov to sit on it, his cock popped out of the water about halfway, just enough for her to work with.

  She remained standing, the water still coming up to her breasts and she pushed Kirov’s thighs open so she could stand between them.

  His eyes were dark and the moon reflected off the water running down his skin.

  “Luxiva,” he rasped, his cock bobbing, pre-cum pushing through the tip.

  “Shhh, just let me take the edge off, okay?” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his cock, squeezing as she stroked him up and down again.

  Kirov groaned deep in his chest, leaning back a little, draping one of his arms over the side of the pool, the other coming to touch her lips.

  Lainey looked up at him, continuing to stroke him, as she sucked his thumb between her lips. He growled, his eyes firing hot.

  When she released his thumb, she dipped her head low, holding his cock in place, as she wrapped her lips around the rounded head, tasting the earthiness of his pre-cum.

  Kirov bellowed in surprise.

  “Lani,” he growled, his abdomen moving in time with his shortening breaths. “Oh vrax. Tev!”

  She almost smiled, but instead, she sucked on the head of his cock harder, using her hands to twist at the base, since she’d never be able to take him that deep. He was too thick, too long.

  But she did her very, very best.

  Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head over him, pre-cum consistently pushing from his tip, which she sucked up greedily. She drew back with a gasp, swallowing, catching her breath as she stroked him with her hands faster and harder. Then she kissed his tip, her tongue coming out to wiggle over the very slit.

  Kirov’s eyes rolled back, his hips jerking of their own accord. He growled something in Luxirian, something she didn’t understand, but it was seriously hot.

  Warmth was building rapidly between her own thighs and she whimpered, squeezing her legs together, as she returned to sucking her male’s cock.

  He was so hot in her hands that she wondered, in a daze, if he could burn her. Lainey squeezed his base, before dragging her fist up, sucking fiercely on the inches she’d managed to get inside her mouth.

  “Look at me, female,” he growled, his voice so deep it was unrecognizable.

  Her eyes flashed up to his and she gave another whimper, the sound muffled with his cock. Her clit throbbed like crazy and she felt like she was on the verge of cumming without any stimulation whatsoever.

  He loves this, she thought, panting, her jaw beginning to ache. He loved watching her suck his cock.

  Typical male.

  “Vrax, vrax, vrax,” he hissed. His breathing began to change. Warning her, he groaned, “Vrax, luxiva, I am going to cum.”

  Lainey latched her lips over him even tighter, moaning in response, making it obvious where she wanted him to cum.

  His eyes widened briefly before his head was thrown back, his back arching, his hips jerking. Lainey continued to suckle him, continued to stroke him hard and fast, as jets of his warm cum flew into her mouth, lashing over her tongue and down her throat.

  And as if that was what her body had been waiting for, Lainey screamed around his cock, squeezing her eyes tight, as an unexpected, powerful orgasm rocked her.

  Kirov filled her mouth with so much cum that eventually Lainey had to pull away to swallow and he bellowed a rough sound as the last of the spurts pushed out from the tip before he fell back against the ledge, his chest heaving, his cock twitching.

  Lainey continued to stroke him gently, seeing him through the little aftershocks of his strong orgasm as hers made her clit throb.

  When Kirov finally lifted his head, he growled, immediately pushing off the ledge, catching her around the waist.

  He kissed her, taking her lips in a rough, intense, claiming kiss, not caring that she’d just swallowed buckets of his cum.

  “Luxiva,” he growled. “That was…”

  “Amazing?” she provided for him, her gaze half-lidded when she pulled back to look at him. She felt a little drugged, relaxed from her orgasm, happy that she’d given her male pleasure.

  “That is not an adequate enough word to describe it,” he teased, continuing to rain
kisses over her face.

  Note-to-self, blowjobs make Kirov very, very happy, she thought, grinning.

  “I am eager to return the favor,” he rasped.

  She opened her mouth but just then, her stomach growled. Loudly.

  He froze.

  Then he exploded with, “Vrax!” It was so loud it made her jump. “I did not send for your meal. Lani, I am—”

  And because Lainey could see that he felt awful about that, that he was about to begin apologizing profusely, and because she didn’t want to ruin the moment, she pressed her fingers to his lips.

  “It’s okay.”

  “Nix, it is not—”

  “Kirov,” she said. “Stop. You got a free pass today, okay? Tomorrow will be another story though, so don’t forget,” she tried to joke.

  He felt awful. Lainey could see that written plainly on his face and she sighed, fearing the moment had officially been ruined. All the tension she’d helped him release returned, tightening his muscles, bunching his shoulders.

  “Come,” he said, his voice rough, leading her to the stairs of the bath. “I will send for food immediately.”

  “Maybe a kitchen wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all,” she commented under her breath.

  “Tev, which is why I will begin to design one for you immediately,” he growled.

  She sighed. When he helped dry her off with short, quick strokes, she touched his shoulder before placing her hands over his.

  “Hey.”

  His dark eyes looked at her and she read the guilt there. Her chest ached.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, making him drop the soft towel.

  “It’s not that big of a deal, okay?”

  “Tev, it is,” he growled roughly. “You are my female. It is my responsibility to make sure you are safe, taken care of, fed. As your male, I need to provide these things for you. And instead, I brought you to a new place, left you almost all span, and forgot to send for your meals.”

  “We’re new at this. So am I,” she said, trying to calm him down, trying to reassure him. “Give yourself a break.”

  He was still upset with himself.

  She changed tactics, going for broke with a dirty joke. “Besides, you just fed me a three-course meal, tiger. I’m stuffed.”

  “Lani,” he groaned, shaking his head. She knew half of her words probably went over his head. But he caught her meaning. And at least he drew in a deep breath.

  “Oh come on, that was funny,” she said, pushing his shoulder playfully.

  His shoulders sagged and he stroked his fingers down her cheek, through the wet tips of her hair. “You are a very peculiar female.”

  “But you like me, don’t you?” she teased.

  “Tev,” he growled. “Very much. I may just keep you.”

  She raised a brow as if to say ‘oh really?’

  “You okay now?” she asked, giving him another moment to calm down.

  “Only after I feed you,” he answered.

  She sighed.

  “Hop to it, then. Go order your female some take-out.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Something warm and heavy was wrapped around her stomach and Lainey smiled sleepily, emerging from one of the deepest of sleeps she’d ever had the next morning.

  Blinking, she realized it was just slightly after sunrise. A quick peek out the windows showed the beautiful colors creeping across the sky, though Lainey knew the suns were rising on the other side of the hill.

  Turning over, she saw that Kirov was just waking too. Her movements must’ve jostled him a bit and he purred, his arm going a little tighter around her waist, bringing her closer.

  “Hi,” she whispered, snuggling into him. Kirov was a good cuddler, she’d discovered, and while she felt a little shy that morning, still getting used to the fact that she would be sharing his bed, she never wanted to leave it.

  It was amazingly comfortable and the furs were the softest she’d ever felt. During the ‘cold season,’ as Kirov had called it, Lainey could just imagine snuggling under the furs with him, keeping warm and having fun doing it.

  Her breath hitched. Already, she was thinking so far into the future that she honestly didn’t know whether to be frightened or excited. Everything was still so new between them, but there was no denying that Kirov had already claimed a portion of her heart…and she was a little put off since she didn’t know how or when it had even happened.

  “A dream,” he rasped, his lazy gaze tracking over her face. Sleepy Kirov? Crazy sexy. He made a groaning sound in the back of his throat and murmured, “I never want to leave these furs.”

  “Then don’t,” she whispered.

  Last night had been…wonderful. After Kirov had ordered her some food and shaken off a bit of his guilt for leaving her so long, he had put her in his lap and fed her her dinner.

  And there she’d been…freshly bathed, naked under a fur throw he’d wrapped around her body, sitting in her male’s lap in the living room with a fire going, with the stars and the moon shining through the windows and the sound of the quiet lake coming through invisible speakers, being fed an amazing dinner of tender, fall-off-the-bone meat and seasoned white roots that tasted like carrots marinated in butter.

  Yeah, last night had probably been one of the most romantic nights of her life. They’d been quiet as he’d fed her and with any other guy, Lainey would’ve balked at being fed. But with Kirov, everything was different. Everything. He fed her because he wanted to care for her, because he needed to see her satisfied and happy.

  Lainey could handle that.

  And it had been strangely…erotic. He’d watched her as she chewed and if a drop of the marinade landed on her lips, he’d lick it off before she could.

  Needless to say, it had made them both very, very…ravenous.

  Kirov made sure she ate until she was stuffed and then he carried her—bridal style—up to his—their—bedroom, where he’d immediately ripped off the fur blanket, pushed her naked body back onto the bed, and promptly, well…eaten her.

  Three goddamn times. Three orgasms and he’d finally given her a reprieve. And when she reached down to return the favor, he grabbed her hand, told her to go to sleep, and snuggled her until she did just that.

  So yeah, last night had been pretty amazing so it was no wonder that Lainey woke up with a gigantic smile on her face the following morning.

  “The lunar celebration is tomorrow night,” he murmured, after a brief moment of silence. “There is much to be done.”

  “Lunar celebration?” Lainey asked, frowning, remembering him mention it once, briefly.

  “Whenever the moon is full, every lunar cycle, all of Luxiria holds a celebration. In the Golden City and throughout the outposts,” he explained, his voice all gruff and grumbly and sexy from sleep. “It is why I had to return to Troxva. As Ambassador, I am expected to preside over the celebration.”

  “Oh,” Lainey said, reaching forward. A chunk of his hair was tangled in one of his horns and she gently unwrapped it, dropping it back to his chest. Amused affection made her smile.

  “As my luxiva,” he continued, looking at her, his arm tightening around her waist, “you will be at my side.”

  Lainey stilled. “Um.”

  “There will be dancing and feasting,” he said, smiling. “And musicians.”

  That piqued her interest. “Really?”

  “Tev.”

  Lainey’s excitement dulled a little as she said slowly, “But, from what I understand, there aren’t very many humans on Luxiria.”

  Confusion spread over his face. “Not many. Eight females. Why does this matter?”

  She’d never given it much thought, her integration into Troxva. She supposed that Kate had done it, as the Prime Leader’s mate, in the Golden City. And she supposed that Beks, Cecelia, and Taylor had done it too, wherever they were, in their mates’ respective outposts. Of course, they didn’t just stay indoors all day, hidden away. And Lainey didn�
�t have to fear an unknown male’s Instinct triggering for her if she walked among them, considering she was Kirov’s.

  But the prospect of entering into a society, as the only one of her kind, not speaking the language, or understanding many of their customs…it was intimidating.

  “Do you…” she trailed off, not quite knowing how to ask. “Do you think that I’ll be welcome? That I’ll be accepted?”

  “Tev,” he said immediately, that confusion only growing. “Of course. You worry about this?”

  “I confess I haven’t thought about it much,” she said, biting her lip. “Not until now, which seems silly.”

  Kirov turned more fully on his side so he was facing her, propping himself up on his forearm.

  “It is true that many Luxirians in Troxva have not seen a human,” he said, which didn’t make her feel any better. “However, all know that Vaxa’an took a human female as his lavrix’an, his queen. Because she is heavy with his offspring, many rejoice in their union, knowing that the future of the Luxirian race is possible, where we had little hope before.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, eyes wide.

  “Not only that but Luxiria has possessed inter-space travel technology for a very long time,” he said. “Before the Jetutians attacked, our borders were quite open to other species and it was not uncommon to encounter them, especially in the Golden City. And while Troxva is far east, remember that many that reside here work under my technology division, and the majority have traveled far and wide throughout the universe in their studies, encountering different species, exchanging knowledge and information. You have nothing to fear, luxiva.”

  Okay, that made her feel better.

  Kirov saw her relax and that crooked, mischievous grin crossed his face. He rasped, “My people will rejoice in our union when you are introduced and they will pray to the Fates that I get you heavy with my seed very, very soon.”

  Lainey flushed, pushing at his arm until he collapsed back onto the cushions, and he chortled.

  “You’re relentless,” she said, though the thought of her pregnant with his child made her heartbeat flutter.