The Alien’s Obsession by Zoey Draven

Chapter Thirty

The Jaxvara wasn’t what Lainey had been expecting. Only a brief distance from Troxva, the sacred place was towards the end of the massive lake, in the northeast. Situated within the forest—which Kirov told her was called the Jaxavir—about a quarter mile in from the lake shore was a small clearing. The trees surrounded it in a perfect circle, the forest quieting around it.

Even though there were no markings, Lainey felt that it was…different. Strange. Otherworldly.

But she trusted Kirov, who led her just to the threshold of the circle, even though goosebumps trailed down her bare arms.

“Are you ready, luxiva?” Kirov asked her quietly, as if he too didn’t want to break the hushed quiet of that place.

In the center of the circle was a domed tent. Kirov had dispatched a few Luxirians to make preparations for their arrival immediately. Only last night, Lainey had confessed her feelings for Kirov. Less than a full day had passed since and she was standing there, on the threshold of her new life, staring at that domed tent.

But she wasn’t hesitant. She wasn’t frightened. This was her decision. She’d never been more sure of anything in her life.

“Yes,” she said, taking his outstretched hand, giving it a squeeze. Her almost-transparent white dress rustled around her ankles with a light breeze. “I am.”

Kirov was bare-chested, with his hair neatly plated down his muscled back, with only tight pants encasing his body. Lainey’s eyes ran over him, her belly clenching with want, with need.

They would mate that night. They would bind their lives together that night.

And Lainey couldn’t wait to get started.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

Kirov’s lips quirked up at her strange words, but then his expression sobered, that intense look coming across his features, crossing into his eyes. He pulled her to the very distinct line of the circle, her toes just touching it.

Then he began to speak in Luxirian. Soft words that grew in intensity, grew in meaning. Ancient words, she realized. Words that Kirov might not even know the meaning of, but knew by heart anyways. Words so ingrained in their culture, so ingrained in him.

They were beautiful and Kirov’s deep, guttural voice made them even more so. They flowed over Lainey like a stream of water, drenching her, soaking her.

And when Kirov stopped, he looked over at her, his horns straightening, those beautiful blue eyes she’d been desperate to see all those nights ago piercing her into place.

At least until he pulled her across the threshold of the circle.

Lainey gasped.

Her eyes widened.

Her belly clenched tight as waves of arousal went through her.

Something was happening, something…unearthly. Something alien. Something magical.

It’s the Seeing, she realized. She’d heard about it, from Cecelia, but she hadn’t truly grasped what it actually was until that moment.

Kate had told her that she hadn’t truly believed in the Fates until her ravraxia.

Now, Lainey understood why. Because a part of her had thought the same thing, that the Fates were more of an unseen, unfelt entity for Luxirians.

Not right then.

She felt them. And in her mind’s eye, she saw them. She heard their ancient, whispering voices, felt the glide of their invisible fingers across her flesh, touching her, seeing her.

“K-Kirov,” Lainey gasped, squeezing his hand to make sure he was still there.

“Tev, luxiva,” he responded, his voice deep, his voice strained. “It will pass. Do not fight them.”

It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but it was a strange one. It was…exposing. Lainey felt like all her heart, her secrets, her life were laid bare before them and they were judging her for it.

But Kirov was right.

It did pass.

She felt them leave her like a passing wind and in their place was something else entirely, something entirely more pleasant.

Pure desire. Pure arousal, in its truest form.

It rose from deep within her body, radiating out from between her legs, blooming to her limbs, to the tips of her hair, to the tips of her toes.

Oh my God, she thought wildly, her eyes widening.

And then the pleasure hit her in waves. Unrelenting pleasure that felt like that moment right on the edge of orgasm. Over and over again. But she couldn’t get there.

Next to her, Kirov growled, that sound radiating right to her clit. But it still wasn’t enough.

She moaned in frustration, in desperation, turning into him. And when she felt his arms coming around her, when she felt his flesh against her own?

Heaven.

“They have blessed our union, luxiva,” he rasped, his eyes so dark they were almost black. His chest heaved, his abdomen clenching, and she knew he felt that maddening pleasure too. “Vrax, female, I need you now!”

Lainey didn’t want to wait either. Already, her fingers were tugging at the laces of his pants, fumbling with shaking hands. She didn’t even stop when Kirov ripped her dress clean off her body, ducking his head to suckle on her upturned breasts.

“Uhhh,” she gasped, feeling that wicked tongue flick her nipple. “Kirov!”

Desperate, she managed to finally snag the laces and she tugged with all her might until they came loose. Kirov kicked the pants away before returning to her, crashing their bodies together with an almost violent sound.

And still, Lainey felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him. Her hands groped and slid across the magnificent expanse of his body and she dug her nails in his bulging pecs, gripping him to her, afraid that he would turn away.

A purely animalistic sound rose from him at her possessive touch. He liked it and when she sought his lips, he showed her just how much. Their teeth clashed together, their tongues entwining. He showed her how he would fuck her with that kiss and she couldn’t fucking wait.

“Kirov,” she moaned, her voice a whine, her breath leaving her in rough pants. “Please!”

Kate had told her the ravraxia would last three days. Three days of this desperate otherworldly need, of this intense arousal for her male.

It would kill her. Surely. But it would be a sweet, sweet death, one she would gladly experience with him.

They didn’t make it to the domed tent in the center of the Jaxvara.

No, Kirov dragged her down to the mossy floor of the forest, pushing her onto her back, before kneeling before her spread thighs. He gripped one of her ankles, his hand hot against her skin, pushing her even wider. Lainey rotated her hips, needing him inside her.

“Vrax, luxiva,” he rasped, his jaw ticking. “We need to do this slow.”

“No,” she moaned. “Not slow. I need you now.”

He cursed again and she whimpered as she watched, with wide eyes, as a trail of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his throbbing, hard, perfect cock. Her mouth watered, wanting to lap it up, not wanting to let it go to waste.

“Kirov!” she groaned when he pressed his cock head to her entrance. “Oh, yes, baby. Please.”

“I wanted to go slow, female,” he rasped, the words tearing from his throat, his eyes wide on where their bodies met. “But I fear I cannot. Vrax, this need!”

Lainey’s back arched, stars sparking in her vision, when he thrust into her, lining his cock up perfectly.

Pain registered, but it was dull and brief as her walls stretched around his massive size. Nothing would’ve made her stop him as he slid out, only to thrust into her harder. She moaned, her body on fire and her hands desperately dug into the moss around her, trying to anchor herself.

His breathing was ragged, a steady gravelly purr revving up in his chest.

“You will take all of me, luxiva,” he groaned, those blue eyes locked onto her.

Then with another powerful thrust, he slid all the way inside her, to the very hilt.

Kirov’s bellow echoed through the hushed forest, mingled with her desperate cry of pleasure as she immediately began cumming. A soft scream tore from her throat as he continued to rock into her, those knobs lining the bottom and top of his cock rubbing against her, sparking electricity across her flesh, making her belly tighten in intense pleasure.

“You were made for me,” he rasped darkly. “Vrax, luxiva, cum for me! I feel you!”

Oh my God!

Kirov leaned down over her, his forearms bracing on both sides of her head. The change in position shifted the angle and her teeth clattered together, another orgasm crashing down on her before her other had departed, as those knobs stimulated her G-spot, as his pelvis ground against her sensitive clit.

Too much, too much,she thought desperately. Wildly. But she was…taking it?

He was taking her to higher and higher heights of pleasure, heights she didn’t even know existed.

And when his purring turned on full-force? When his cock began to vibrate deep inside her from it?

It was over.

Lainey screamed silently, beyond sounds at that point, as a third orgasm hit her fiercely and she gripped Kirov’s back, her nails raking down his flesh. He roared in pleasure when he felt her tighten like a vice around him, but he still didn’t release his cum inside her, something she desperately wanted.

“Are you ready, luxiva?” he growled.

Dazed, her vision blurry, she watched him in confusion as he dragged a claw just above his pec, blue blood welling in its place.

Blood bond, she remembered.

“Yes,” she said, her voice husky and raw from her screams. Still in the throes of her orgasm, she tilted her head to the side, feeling a slight sting as he cut her skin as well.

Lainey gasped when Kirov kissed her flesh, just above the cut. Then she felt the wicked slide of his tongue across her neck, felt as though he was licking her in a much different place as he tasted her blood.

“Take me deep, love,” he murmured before latching his lips onto her.

She didn’t hesitate.

* * *

Kirov felthis seed climb in his cock as his luxiva leaned forward to take his blood.

His senses were overloaded, the pleasure unfathomable. He groaned into her, unable to keep his hips still as he continued to mate her, thrusting into her hard and fast as he tasted her blood.

Her walls spasmed around him, trying to demand his seed and Kirov would give it to her, soon.

Then, Kirov felt her. Felt her inside, a light touch that grew and grew.

The fellixix, the blood bond, had begun. But nothing prepared Kirov for the feeling of it, for the experience of two souls becoming one, their minds becoming one.

“K-Kirov?” she rasped, her tone questioning, yet awed.

She felt it too. Felt the intense, new sensation that would be a part of them forever.

“Luxiva,” he murmured, pulling away from her neck, seeking her lips instead and finding them.

Vrax, he loved his female. Loved her with every thread of his being.

When he tested their new blood bond, opening up that connection between them, exposing the depth of his emotions, his thoughts, Lani gasped.

She was looking up at him, her red hair spread across the white moss, her eyes burning bright, her cheeks flushed from pleasure.

Then he felt it. He felt her opening up to him too. He felt her love, her need, her pleasure, her hope.

Kirov roared, his hips jerking, pinning her down into place, his thrusts going jagged as he fucked her thoroughly, the way he needed. Between them, he plucked their blood bond and he heard her breath hitch, felt her walls ripple around him again.

That was all it took.

Kirov tossed his head back, mindless with pleasure, as he emptied his seed inside her, streams of his hot cum bursting from his tip.

“Uhhhh,” Lani moaned. He felt her fingertips dig into his muscles. “I feel you, Kirov. Everywhere!”

He didn’t know how long he orgasmed. It seemed to go on for eons and he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

Groaning, finally spent, he collapsed, maneuvering her to the side so he could still stay deep within her. He purred deep in his chest, never wanting to leave her cunt again. And for the next three spans, for the next three nights, he had no intention of leaving her.

As they caught their breath, his curious little female plucked their blood bond, unable to resist testing the newness of it. He groaned, feeling that touch tingle down his spine, sizzle in his varx, and he stirred inside her.

“Wow,” she finally whispered, turning into him with a tired, but wide grin. “That was…unreal. Amazing.”

Kirov’s lips quirked and she sucked in a breath. Through their blood bond, he discovered that she loved when he smiled, when he got a certain mischievous look in his eyes. A look he had right then.

The next wave of the ravraxia was slowly building again. For three spans, they would be driven by it, binding themselves to one another, physically, mentally.

Lani gave a little moan of surprise when he shifted his cock inside her, feeling her snug and wrapped tight around him.

He burned, just thinking of all the ways he would take her, just thinking of all the ways they would learn one another.

Winding his hand around the back of her neck, he brought her close, gently touching his lips against hers.

“You,” he rasped, emotion clogging his throat, “are amazing, luxiva. Vrax, I love you so much.”

She softened, her blood bond thrumming with joy, with…happiness.

And he felt it right then. That happiness. His eyes widened in realization because he’d seen this happiness before. When she’d heard music in his labs, on the Golden Record. Her features had grown soft, her eyes had brightened, her lips parted with awe. He’d doubted he could ever make her that happy.

But Lani was looking at him like that, right at that very moment. His blood bond was open, so she felt what he was realizing…that he did make her that happy. That he could.

Tears entered her eyes and she whispered, “You make me happier than music does, Kirov. Never doubt that.”

Beauty in words.

It stunned him.

Beyond those words, he felt their truth…and that was even more beautiful.

Lani kissed him, sliding her body over his so that he lay beneath her. His hands glided up her smooth, bare thighs and she steadied herself with her palms planted on his chest.

Seeing his luxiva framed against the night sky, a sliver of the Luxirian moon drenching her in silver light, surrounded by the pillerva trees in that sacred place of the Fates…Kirov felt like he was just beginning his life, like he had found his true purpose in her, in loving her.

“Vellixa,” he rasped, awed.

He remembered the first time he’d called her beautiful. Back in the Golden City, the morning after he’d caught her spying on him. She’d rejected his words, though he spoke the truth, as if she hadn’t believed him.

But right then, with him, in that magical, ancient place…Lani smiled. A radiant smile that burst from her, that lit her up and blinded him with its luminance, with its beauty.

Kirov vowed that he would dedicate his life to making her smile like that…for the rest of their spans.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips. “Thank you, Kirov.”

Then through their blood bond, he felt the mating call rise.

And for the rest of the night, they spoke all that needed to be said in other ways.