Before I could voice my complaints, Wexxon’s mouth crashed against my own with a kiss, his hands gingerly grabbing me by the waist as he lifted me onto the counter. He then moved his palms toward my thighs, spreading my legs just enough to give him space between my waist.
And then, he was inside me again. Wexxon’s cock slammed inside me, over and over, as he looked down at me on the bar, as his hands reached underneath my thighs and kept me in place on the counter’s edge. And now, as I stared up at my warrior, at my husband, the same warmth that’d spread inside my chest and right down to my pussy had found its way between my lips, words demanding to drip right down from my tongue.
“Wexxon…” I started, my words coming out between my own moans. “I don’t think I…I’ve ever…Wexxon, I’m yours. I’m really all yours.”
“You’ve told me as much before, my little warrior,” Wexxon replied, steadily thrusting inside me. “But I don’t mind hearing it come from you again.”
“It’s different this time,” I whimpered on. “I…I don’t want to belong to anyone else. And I don’t want you to belong to anyone else, either. I want to be the only woman you touch.”
“It almost sounds like you wish to be my wife.” Wexxon lightly chuckled before he let out a deep groan.
“You’re not getting it…” My face fell, a sense of hopelessness overtaking my frame. “You don’t understand what I’m trying to say.”
“Then, make me understand, my little warrior.”
“I don’t…I don’t know if I can say it,” I replied, the words coming out slightly slurred, a sign to my own ears that I was, in fact, intoxicated. I then let out a loud laugh as I suddenly covered my hand with my mouth, amused at how close I came to drunkenly telling Wexxon that I was falling in love with him.
A moment like this made me feel like I was right back on Earth.
I softly chuckled again when I felt Wexxon’s cum spilling inside me, the room seeming like it was spinning as I closed my eyes and offered him a dizzy kiss. And when he returned my kiss, his wide tongue eagerly exploring every inch of my mouth, I realized that maybe I could stay here forever. Maybe I could give Wexxon however many children he wanted, maybe I could be the kept woman in his castle, too, for as long as we both lived.
Maybe I could make Xelxar my home.
But when I opened my eyes to look up at Wexxon again, wanting to get a glimpse at the face of the warrior I’d fallen for as I finally told him the truth of how I felt, he was nowhere to be found. I blinked, and I wasn’t sitting on the edge of the bar anymore, either. Another blink, and I realized that I was firmly seated at the bar, my head still resting against my arms. All the yellow drink’s warmth fully disappeared from my chest and from between my thighs as I rose my head away from the counter, turning to spare a look over at Wexxon.
“Did we…?” I started the question, confused about what was real and what was only in my head.
“Did we what, my little warrior?” Wexxon offered me a smile.
And I turned to look away from him, my cheeks going red with pure embarrassment. “Sorry. It’s just…this drink. It made me think that we…”
“I know exactly what a drink of clarity made you think we were doing, my little warrior.” Wexxon smiled at me again. “You moaned the whole way through it. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to your writhing daydream, or else I would’ve had to kill them on the spot. I have no interest in sharing that part of you with the rest of Xelxar.”
“Sorry,” I murmured the apology as I brought my hands up toward my face, trying my best to hide away from Wexxon’s gaze.
Chapter Eleven
Wexxon
I hadn’t touched my Rachel in days, not since I’d watched her come, again and again, her hips writhing against her seat at the bar. And even though I couldn’t have wanted anything more than to take her back to the castle and bend her over our bed, stuffing myself inside her until she was so tired of coming for me that she could no longer stand, I decided against it.
Because I wanted her to realize that she was mine, all on her own. I wanted my little warrior to seek me out in the night, unable to refuse her body’s desire anymore, turning over toward me and offering herself underneath my frame. I couldn’t explain what’d changed inside me, but unlike Rachel’s response to her drink of clarity, my own surged through me in a much different way.
The drink hadn’t made me want Rachel’s body. It’d made me want her heart.
Although, I had to admit that keeping myself away from Rachel, denying myself her warmth, was getting harder by the day. I’d taken to training more often, at Aldvirion’s request, spending my time battling other warriors at the castle. Of course, the warriors seemed happy to do it, eager to face me in non-lethal combat, wanting to sharpen their skills.
And for me, it was worthwhile enough practice.
Even though I always won in the end.
Today, I faced off against Aldvirion himself, a practice sword held up between us. Aldvirion had gotten much faster than when we’d practiced together months ago, his blows coming down harder as well. It was a nice change of pace to be going up against someone who might’ve actually stood a chance against me, and I was grateful for his aptitude at battle.
“How goes life for you and your bride?” Aldvirion asked as he spun out on his left side, his sword switching into his right hand. “I feel as if you haven’t mentioned your Rachel much at all.”
“We went out a few nights ago,” I replied, taking a quick step toward him. “We drank Clarity together.”
“Clarity?” Aldvirion moved away from me, just as quick, his weapon once again positioned between us. “I assumed when you asked me if she could handle a drink, you meant something more like Desire or one of the more colorful options.”
“She wanted insight into something,” I answered. “Something that would’ve made her smarter.”
“And did it? Make her smarter?”
“…Not exactly. No,” I admitted, jutting my practice sword right at Aldvirion’s side.
He then expertly dodged the attack before he replied, “What effect did it have on her, then? If I may ask?”
“It made her want me.”
“Well, that’s good news, isn’t it?” Aldvirion grinned. “Your wife wants you.”
“But that’s the thing, Aldvirion,” I started. “The Clarity I drank made me more than want her. It made me want to give her my heart, to give her my everything.”
“Ah.” Aldvirion nodded in understanding. “I see the problem now. You’re worried that your mate only desires you as a form of lust and instinct. You’re worried that you do not have her heart.”
“And if I don’t have her heart, who does?”
“Or what,” Aldvirion corrected, his sword coming down right beside my foot. He then tilted his head to the side before he went on. “Do you think she’d still be interested in having the translator installed?”
“Yes,” I replied, bringing my own sword down near Aldvirion’s shoulder. “She seemed very excited about the prospect of it.”