Page 81 of Uncovered By the Alien Commander

As she motions to remove her shirt, I turn to leave, not wanting to impose further. “Don’t go, Xandor. I want you to see,” she pleads, stopping me in my tracks. I turn to see her sad green eyes, mirroring the same look as back in the mess hall—a gaze full of sadness and disappointment. An expression that breaks my heart and smashes my feeble resolve like it’s the weakest polymer.

“If that’s what you want,” I reply with a calm tone, despite my heart thumping in my chest like a war drum—a curious sensation I’ve never felt before in the presence of a lone female. I move to stand behind Tyrxie, both our figures reflected in the polished metal.

She appears tiny before me, and I notice the cutest smile being reflected in the mirror. “Thanks,” she mutters, her voice so low and alluring, I suppress a sudden urge to grasp her, and claim her with savage lust here and now. Yet the bond urges caution, to keep her safe, to not harm her. It’s a jarring whiplash of conflicting thoughts warring within me.

“You, okay?” Tyrxie inquires with a note of concern.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice trailing off, and I’m surprised to see my fangs bared in a semblance of a snarl. “A thought distracted me.”Remnants of my recent past.

Tyrxie gives a solemn nod before taking a deep breath, as if poised ready to charge into a fierce battle. In a graceful motion, she removes her shirt. My eyes drink in the sight of her soft milky curves and perky breasts, stoking excitement and desire within me. She stands with such innocence and uncertainty, as if she doesn’t realize her own beauty. My breathing heightens in response and I force my eyes to lock onto her charred wound.

Where her brand once stood between her breasts now sits an angry, blistered, blackened patch of flesh. All semblance of the brand is now gone, burned away in the fury of Tyrxie’s determination and strength. An overwhelming feeling of pride blooms in my chest, prompting me to smile. She possessed the courage to remove it, a resolve I had assumed beyond the female.

Tyrxie’s eyes remain locked on mine, reflected in the mirror.She yearns to see my reaction—whether for her wound or her body?She smiles before her gaze drifts to the wound, which she brushes with a gentle touch and a wince, examining it for a moment. Tyrxie twists and turns, moving closer to the reflective metal and back again, her expression one of growing satisfaction.

With effort, I keep my gaze level, not wishing to reveal or encourage my fierce desire for her. “Hyanxa’s done a great job,” Tyrxie comments with a nod. Her calm voice is the opposite of my thundering internal discontent.

“No, it was you who endured the pain and suffering. Now you stand proud and free, tempered and reforged with new strength,” I state with a solemn tone, my eyes piercing hers through the reflection, conveying every ounce of the pride that surges through me.

“Xandor...” Tyrxie responds, turning around to face me in a blur of movement. Her twinkling emerald eyes, framed by hair of the deepest black, are mesmerizing. A tempest of searing desire wars within me. I need only reach out and take her, and she’ll be mine. Yet the tiniest part of me still holds back a fragment which balks before the will of the Gods, before her stunning beauty.

I’m shocked noticing I’ve placed an unknowing, trembling hand on the velvety pale skin ofTyrxie’s shoulder. Her eyes shift downward, and I worry I’ve frightened her, yet she doesn’t recoil, doesn’t run.

“You can if you want to,” she mutters, glancing at me with a heady mix of desire and submissive acceptance that obliterates my final hesitation with merciless force.

My eyes snap to focus, sudden clarity rushing over me. The shattered parts of my being coalesce, an aligning of my soul that I wasn’t even aware was fragmented. Now, it becomes reforged. “My Tyrxie,” I whisper, cupping her delicate cheek with a callused hand.Gods, she’s so beautiful. How did I not see it before?

I lean in, pulling her closer, enjoying her incredible softness against me. Our lips meet with a delicate caress, the faintest of touches. Tyrxie elicits a little moan that swells my cock with desire. Yet I want to be gentle with my inexperienced female, opting for the more popular style of kissing. My lips dance on the edges of hers, testing, teasing, demanding just a little more of her with each passing heartbeat.

Tyrxie gasps as I nibble at the fullness of her bottom lip. She opens her mouth, allowing my bold tongue to slip inside, eager, probing for her sweet wetness inside. Our tongues come together in a beautiful union. She tastes perfect, like the sweetest nectar to my once jaded palate, banishing all others as a pale reflection to the bliss she offers.

I break our kiss, gazing into her dreamy green eyes. We both marvel at the other’s presence, at the other’s desire. Tyrxie’s pale face is flushed, and she elicits deep panting breaths. Yet my innocent female is keen, wrapping tighter around me, tiptoeing to resume our heady embrace.

I give her what she wants, intending to fulfill all Tyrxie’s desires. Our lips meet again, this time more frantic, full of lust and wanton need. My female moans with delightful abandon as my tongue probes and massages her with ever-increasing ferocity. Tyrxie takes it, wanting more of me, urging me ever onward to a destiny that is ours alone.

My hands trace the curves of her petite body, savoring the mesmerizing softness of my female. I drift kisses down to her neck, planting little nibbling marks of ownership upon her. She fumbles at the latches on my armor in desperate need, quickening my breath with excitement—Tyrxie desires to go all the way.My brave bonded female.

With a smooth motion, I retrieve a dioxaltor tablet from my belt, placing it in my mouth. Running my hand through her sleek black hair, I tilt her head back, kissing her deeply. Our tongues meet, and I transfer the tablet into her eager mouth. She pauses for a moment, as I straighten, unclasping my armor, drinking in the sight of my flushed, beautiful Tyrxie.

“Swallow.”

Chapter 30

Tyrxie

Pieces

Asweet pill restson my tongue. I swallow it without hesitation, looking into the shining golden eyes of Xandor. I have no more reservations, trusting him like I’ve never trusted before, with every ounce of my being. “It’ll help you relax,” he says, offering an explanation with a smile.

I nod back, unsure of his meaning, not wishing to relax. Quite the opposite—my skin tingles, alight with a flaming desire that overwhelms my senses. When we kissed it awoke something primal inside of me, a part I’d long repressed, bursting to the forefront with frightening yet alluring intensity. But I choose not to be afraid, allowing myself to be carried away by the current of my lust and desire, trusting Xandor, needing him—all of him.

Xandor locks his piercing gaze onto me, and I gasp as wisps of gold drift from his eyes. Similar to the time he fought the Mutalisk, he appears ferocious and brutal with a hungry expression directed at me, yet I don’t balk knowing he is mine and I am his.

Heavy plates of arcweave armor thud to the ground as Xandor releases the latches that I failed to undo. With each piece slamming to the ground, my heart flutters, seeing more of his glorious body revealed. He stands like a taut giant, with hard chiseled lines of bulging muscles.

I drink in the sight of him, feeling a warmth spread throughout my entire body, coming to rest at my glistening core like streams forming an ocean. Yet the tide only grows stronger as Xandor stands with just his leather loincloth, a massive bulge pressing against the struggling material. The immense size of it hitches my breath as my heart hammers in my chest.

Xandor glances down at himself, a smirk playing across his cheeky, handsome face. “You are the one,” his eyes flick back to me, “the perfect remedy.” A remedy for what, I don’t know, but whatever it might be, I long to be his cure.