Page 43 of Rescued By the Luxirian

I chuckled, tracing the slope of her nose with my thumb. “Not quite. I’ve always heard it’s more like anawareness.”

Her gaze went a little shy…even after all that we’d done that night. Even though I was fairly certain that, if it was the right time of her cycle, we’d conceived a child that night.

“Are you…are you asking me to do thisravraxiawith you?”

I chuffed out a breath. “There is no rush. Buttev, I want to be bonded to you in every way I possibly can be. I want the whole universe to know that you are my mate. My beautiful, wonderful mate.”

She smiled and I was glad to see the flash of her little, dull, white teeth. Then her smile died. “Would you be okay returning to Luxiria?” she asked me.

“For you? Absolutely,” I told her honestly. I hadn’t thought I’d ever return to my home planet, but there was a part of methat wanted to show it to Lyra. To show her my roots. Our future childrens’ ancestral home. “If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will,” she told me softly, her expression serious. The connection was thrumming between us. Strong like a heartbeat.

My own heartbeat skipped and stuttered at her answer.

I leaned down, capturing her lips. I breathed her in, feeling my cock swell and thicken once more inside her.

“Insatiable,” she teased, her breath hitching when she felt it too.

“Only for you,” I growled, nipping at her bottom lip playfully.

Then she took my face in her hands.

“What is it?” I asked her.

She smiled at me. “I just can’t believe that I found you.”

My insides practicallymeltedat the words. And I’d never thought myself themeltingkind of male.

“Thank goodness for shitty life pods,” she breathed. Her grin widened. “And Starlight United cruises.”

I groaned but it mixed with my chuckle. I gave a fake shudder, even as my hands gripped her tighter. “Never joke about Starlight United cruises.”

She laughed, loud and bright.

And my heart felt so full that I thought it would burst.

Epilogue

LYRA

Three months later…

The mist from the waterfall floated in the air. A silvery veil that shrouded us from the rest of the universe. Magical and right.

Crystalline blue eyes peered at me through that veil and I looked right back into them, fighting the smile that was tugging at my lips.

The baby moved, a sensation that I didn’t think I’d ever get used to.

“Kicking again,” I murmured.

Droxan’s wide, warm, calloused palms were there in an instant. Cupping my bare stomach below the surface of the lagoon. He pressed close, that familiar purr sounding in his chest. I moved my head, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. Inhaling deep. His scent was a dangerous thing. It both calmed and soothed me. But it almost always guaranteed that I’d be ravenous for him too. Pregnancy had made me even more insatiable for him…and those damn fated mate pheromones he seemed to breathe out every moment of the day.

The baby wiggled and kicked against his father’s touch. I listened to Droxan’s pleased chuffing, feeling it warm my very soul. He was going to make an amazing father to our son. I just knew it.

“Only a little while longer,” he told me, his voice deep and husky.

He had indeed gotten me pregnant the very night we’d decided to stay together, all those months ago. The potent male.

---