CHAPTER 8

Eyes on Me

“S o.” Trixie put the shower head away. “Tell me about you. I know you’re a soldier. That’s about it.”

Vrixiel took a nail-sized yellow sphere from another hole in the wall and showed her how rubbing the sphere between her hands would turn it into a single dose of might-be-shampoo. As she applied it to his hair in between his horns, Vrixiel spoke.

“I have served in King Xissiel’s space army since I completed my warrior training. I’ve always wanted to travel the stars. Before coming to the Solar System, I fought in many others. Anywhere Gaenthia’s army was needed to defend innocents, basically .

“Since coming to your system two years ago, I have been living on the Venus station. My many medals and clan put me higher on the list of Gaenthians the ASI tries to find a match for, and when that happened, I was transferred here to this much safer station.” His tone grew serious as he added, “There will still be battles to fight, in space and planetside, as well as regular exercises across the system. But my home will be here from now on.” The back of his wing caressed Trixie’s shin. “Where you are.”

She smiled with pleasure. Vrixiel sure knew the right thing to say to melt her heart. Were he human, she would suspect him of telling her what she wanted to hear, but he was a Gaenthian. His kind didn’t lie. Besides, she felt the sincerity behind his words. Corny but true.

“You’d better always return to me,” she warned for good measure. “Or I’ll come looking for you, scary vastness of space be damned.”

He nodded slowly, as though giving her a silent vow.

“And your metalworking hobby?” Trixie asked next while washing the yellow foam off his thick locks.

“I haven’t had much time for it lately due to my move here, but now I hope I will. I wish to work beside you as you create flowers and sew dresses.”

“Sounds like an ideal evening to me.” It truly did. They could be creative together, instead of him feeling neglected while she made her creations. Which would include pants as well, if only to be worn at home .

Trixie should reach a compromise with him when it came to Gaenthian fashion etiquette. She also had to decide about her daily activities on the station while he was at work. She doubted there would be that many weddings here to keep her busy with decorations. But those conversations could wait for when they weren’t half-naked under the shower. Everyday life later, honeymate now.

“Okay, I think I’m done with your hair.” She spread it down his back, marveling at how the light along the ceiling cornice seemed to reflect in the glossy blackness. “What’s next?”

Vrixiel patted the space in front of him. “My turn to wash you. But the undergarments must go.”

Trixie bit her lower lip. Just like that, the atmosphere in the misty dome shifted from intimate to heated. She slowly went to stand where Vrixiel had directed her. He was still sitting on his heels, muscular thighs spread apart for her to stand in between. “Is this where you want me?”

Green eyes blazing, he nodded.

“Should I take my panties off, or do you prefer to rip them off me?” The offer slipped out of her mouth, revealing one of her fantasies. But they were baring it all, weren’t they?

Vrixiel’s answer was a low, desirous groan. “Don’t move.”

The command in his tone kept Trixie in place as much as her anticipation did. She watched him unsheathe a claw and slide it under the lace over her hip. A slight tug, and her pink undies were no more. She was suddenly completely naked before her kneeling mate .

The look Vrixiel was giving her pussy had her licking her suddenly dry lips. Under his appreciative gaze and surrounded by his wings, Trixie felt safer and more confident than ever. She wanted this male. Wanted to be his, to be claimed by him and to claim him in return.

But she had asked him to wait. Why had she asked him to wait? To torture them both? Ugh.

“May I touch you, niela ?” His gaze was fused to hers, hands balled into fists at his thighs, his whole body vibrating in effort not to touch her without permission.

“Yes.” Yes, yes, yes!

Still, Vrixiel didn’t move. “With more than my hands?”

Her eyes widened. Her heart rate sped up. “Huh?” was all she managed to say, too excited to form an entire sentence.

“I can smell your need, bean. If you still wish to bathe only, that is what I will do.” His dark-green lips curled into a dangerous smile . “Or I will wash every single inch of you, with my hands and tongue. Should you allow it.”

Trixie’s breath hitched. Suddenly, she could feel her pulse between her thighs. She went weak at the knees. Words were too hard to form, and she could only nod.

His hands went around her waist and pulled her closer, surprising her with their gentleness. Vrixiel rested his forehead on her shoulder. “You honor me, my lady.”

She cupped his face and kissed the side of his head, mindful of his horns .

He pressed his lips to her skin. Then whatever had been keeping him under control snapped. His mouth was on her, hot and hungry, lips sucking, tongue tracing her curves, spreading scorching need in its wake. From the valley of her breasts to her hard nipples to her soft belly, Vrixiel left no inch of her upper body unloved.

And when his horns threatened to get in the way of his wicked intentions, he lowered Trixie to the soft floor to feast on her unobstructed. Breathy gasps and moans tore from her, and she grabbed his longer set of horns to keep herself from flying off into oblivion. Vrixiel growled. Mmm. He must be sensitive there. She filed that information away for later use.

Warm water drops began raining down on them from the top of the dome, at a command he must have given but Trixie hadn’t heard over her own whimpers and his appreciative hums. She was glad for the reprieve, for she was so close to combusting. Although Vrixiel had yet to delve below her waist. How would that work with his sharp horns?

Trixie shouldn’t have worried; her niel got her. He cupped her ass and lifted her lower body off the floor, the backs of her thighs resting over his arms. Then Vrixiel brought her pussy to his lips as if to drink her up. And drink he did. Greedily. Eliciting sounds from Trixie too primitive for words. His tongue was circling her clit, lapping at her liquid desire, delving between her pussy lips, all the while he had his eyes on her. Not missing a single reaction to what he was doing to her .

She was going to come any second. Her eyes closed as he stabbed her with his long tongue.

“Eyes on me, niela .”

Her eyes snapped open. Holy smoke. He would undo her with words alone.

The sight of him between her legs, gaze bright with triumph at her pleasure, massive wings spread over her as he feasted – Trixie could only take so much. She shattered, screaming as she came.

“Yes, that’s it. Give me every single drop, niela .”

“Fuck.”

Her orgasm went on and on, leaving her breathless. He held her through it all, rumbling praises in between lapping gently at her pussy.

“Vrixiel… Fuck…”

He chuckled. Hopefully, he understood that was her version of a thank-you. Because she was incapable of stringing two words together.

As she caught her breath and her galloping pulse slowed down, Trixie decided words were unnecessary. She would show him her gratitude with action.