CHAPTER 9

Beyond Measure

V rixiel took one final lick of his mate’s cunt. He craved more of her taste, but he knew she would be too sensitive now to quench his thirst. Not to mention, the position he had pleasured Trixie in wasn’t comfortable for her. He reluctantly lowered her legs to the floor of the cleansing dome.

“Vrixiel?”

He looked up to meet her gaze.

Trixie had a playful smile on and was crooking a finger at him. “Come here, you.”

He moved until his face was hovering over hers. She wrapped her hands around his front set of horns and tugged him down to her lips. Her mouth met his with fiery passion. Vrixiel groaned when she sucked on his tongue.

“You enjoy having your horns squeezed, don’t you?” she whispered in between kisses. She rubbed along his short horns enthusiastically.

He smiled over her lips. “Only the back set is sensitive.”

Trixie frowned. “Then why did you just groan?”

“Because of our tongue dance. I have no experience with that pleasure.”

Her pink brows shot up. “You’ve never kissed with tongue?”

Vrixiel shook his head. His experience with females was limited to pleasure workers, where the touching of mouths was not on the menu. That was an intimate act, and what he had done with those females had been for the sake of training. He had been putting into practice what he had been taught in school about pleasuring one’s niela . Though there were differences between species, certain elements were universal. Like, reading your female’s body language to determine what brought her the most pleasure. Eye contact was key as well, regardless of how many eyes your niela had.

Right now, Trixie’s blue gaze shone with mischief. She pulled him back down until their mouths were one once more. As she tangled her tongue with his, her hands gripped his long horns. And she began rubbing them.

His wings shook uncontrollably. If she kept pleasuring him on two fronts when he was so hard already from tasting her, Vrixiel would… He would… “Trixie, I… ”

“Yes?”

“If you don’t stop… I…”

“Will you come?”

Goddess, the smile of this female, her voice... Pure seduction.

Trixie kept her hands on his horns, alternating between rubbing and squeezing. She might as well have her fingers around his cock. “Come for me, niel .”

That did it. The reminder that he was hers. Her wish was his command.

His wings extended as he erupted. “ Niela ,” tore out of Vrixiel as his body shook, the pleasure coursing through him like a shot of electricity. He pulled away and plopped on his back before he could crush his female in the throes of ecstasy. The warm water bathing them both felt cool against his heated skin.

A giggle reached him. He cracked an eye open. Trixie was kneeling by his wing and nibbling on her lower lip. “Are you okay?”

He covered his eyes with his forearm. “I’m a disgrace, undone in a minute through horn play.”

Bubbly laughter filled the cleansing dome. Then Trixie caressed his chest. “No disgrace here. Horn play is hot. I nearly came again from the sounds you were making.”

That got his attention. Vrixiel pushed himself to a sitting position. “You’re in need again, my bean? ”

“Now, now,” she said, patting his chest, “don’t go all soldier-on-a-mission on me. My need can wait.” She got up. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then go have something to eat. Real food, I mean.” Trixie winked at him in that charming way of hers. “Come on, briefs off.”

Vrixiel’s upper heart stuttered. He couldn’t do it. She had bared her worries to him and he had promised to reveal his fear, but he couldn’t. Not immediately after he had blown his load in his undergarments like an untried Gaenthian. He needed more time before disappointing his niela again.

His wings drew tight as he got to his feet and declared, “I wish to finish bathing on my own. Forgive me, bean, but… You can grab a towel from the panel by the wash basin; just tap on the wall twice. Then go choose clothing from the panel by the bed. I’ll be right outside in a moment.”

Trixie looked stunned.

His wings fluttered. Perhaps if Vrixiel hadn’t said that in a rush… But it was too late to take his words back. He could only stand there and pray the water could wash his failure away.

“Okay,” she said eventually. She quickly turned away from him. “I should probably fix my makeup anyway. I completely forgot I had it on, and now I must look horrifying.”

Trixie made it sound as though all was good, but the expression she’d tried to hide from him did not lie. Her drooping shoulders did not lie. Vrixiel had disappointed his niela again, after all .

Instead of reaching to tap the dome’s door open, he put a hand on her shoulder and bent down to kiss the top of her head. “I won’t keep you waiting for long,” he vowed softly. He hoped with both his hearts that she understood he wasn’t talking about his shower.

“It’s okay, truly.” Trixie placed her hand on his, her back to him still. “Take as much time as you need. I can wait as long as necessary.”

His wings relaxed immediately. She understood. Still, Vrixiel didn’t open the door right away. He planted one more kiss on her pink hair and said, “You don’t look horrifying, my bean. You’re beautiful beyond measure.”