The Alien’s Obsession by Zoey Draven

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lainey discovered that the sunsets in Troxva were even more beautiful than the ones in the Golden City.

The suns sank low and spread glorious colors across the land, reflecting off the calm lake. She sat among the fire pit cushions, watching through the glass windows in awe. Behind her, on the clear glass panel screen, the lake showed the same colors, telling her that the feed was, in fact, live.

She only wished she could go outside to the terrace to watch, but when she’d tried to leave, the front door had been locked. Or at least, she didn’t know how to open it, no matter what she tried.

And while she knew that Kirov wouldn’t have locked her away on purpose, Lainey couldn’t help but feel…well, upset. Slightly abandoned. He’d left her there, just moments after reaching Troxva.

Not only that, but she hadn’t seen him once since he’d left earlier that morning. Not to mention the fact that she was starving. He didn’t have a kitchen, hence he didn’t have any food. And she’d looked. She hadn’t eaten since the previous night, at dinner with Crystal, and she’d only picked at her food since she’d been so worried that Kirov wouldn’t be coming back.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to stay calm about it. She didn’t want to get so upset about it that she just exploded the moment he walked back through the door.

But the other thing was that Lainey knew he was just at the next house over. The hovercraft was still parked out in front and she’d seen him walk in that direction when he’d left.

So, who lived there? And what was he doing?

By the time that the glass front door finally slid open to reveal Kirov, it was already dark outside and Lainey was pissed and hurt and not hiding it very well, despite her best efforts.

Once the door closed behind him, she approached him from the living room, frowning, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded. Then she stopped short, eyeing him. Concern softened her voice. “Kirov?”

Suddenly, all her anger left her body in one rush, leaving her a little lightheaded.

Because Kirov looked…well, drained. He had stopped in the entryway and was running a hand down his face.

He watched as she approached and he shook his head, “Luxiva, I am so sorry. I did not realize the time…I…there is no excuse for it. Forgive me. Please.”

“Kirov,” Lainey said softly, reaching out for him.

She cupped the back of his neck, making him look at her. His eyes were tired, his hair looked like he’d been running his hands through it all day and he smelled…well, he smelled awful, a strange scent emanating from him.

But Lainey didn’t care. She got close to him, justified in her concern as she asked, “What happened? What’s wrong?”

Kirov inhaled a deep breath and sighed, leaning down so he could rest his forehead on her shoulder. It was a long way for him to stoop, but Lainey wrapped her arms around him nonetheless.

“Tell me,” she whispered, wanting to make it better. She’d never seen him like this, not even remotely like this.

“I was with my sire,” he told her, pulling back.

“Your…” Lainey trailed off. He’d been with his father this whole time? “Your sire. He’s the one that lives right next door?”

Kirov nodded and Lainey’s brow furrowed, confused.

There was obviously a lot that he wasn’t telling her and when she opened up her mouth to ask another question, he said, “Please, luxiva. I do not wish to speak of this. Not right now.”

Lainey could see that he was emotionally drained and while she had a mountain of questions in her head, she nodded. Even though she was still slightly hurt that he didn’t want to confide in her, she knew it wasn’t the time to bring it up.

“Okay,” she whispered. “What do you need?”

He looked at her. “Come bathe with me, tev?”

“Okay.”

Kirov led her to the washroom on the bottom level. He kept the lights off, since the light from the almost full moon was enough, flowing in through the huge windows. Through the darkness, Lainey could see the steam rising from the top of the bathing pool, curling up towards what looked like a vent in the ceiling.

It was quiet, since neither of them spoke. Kirov’s fingers came to the clasps on her dress and he unhooked each one before pushing the material down her body. Despite the warmth in the room, she shivered, especially when his eyes roamed over her.

“I will send your measurements to a seamstress in the morning,” he said suddenly. “For more coverings.”

Lainey blinked. That was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She only wanted to make sure that Kirov was okay.

Kirov made quick work of his clothes until he was just as nude. Lainey swallowed, seeing the moonlight reflect off his magnificent, sculpted body. She would never get used to how…beautiful he was. She would never get tired of looking at him.

Tall and broad, with a taut abdomen, and muscular thighs the size of tree trunks, he was every bit a warrior. One day, she would make him tell her the story of every silver scar that crossed his flesh, because she wanted to know everything about him.

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.”