Chapter 6 #4
Krevan's ever-changing eyes softened as he gazed at her with unmasked adoration.
His hands caressed her thighs with tender reverence.
When they joined, Ancelin's breath caught—not just from sensation but from the overwhelming tenderness in his expression.
She traced the curve of his cheek with trembling fingers.
Her heart expanded painfully in her chest as he whispered her name against her skin.
They moved together in a dance uniquely theirs.
The world around them disappeared until there was only this—only them—creating something beautiful between their bodies.
When the moment of completion came, they held each other's gaze, refusing to look away from the vulnerability reflected there.
His fangs grazed her shoulder not to claim but to cherish, sealing their connection.
Afterward, she nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm beneath her ear while their fingers wove together.
His breath warmed her temple as he whispered words in a language she couldn't understand but somehow recognized.
"I don't know what you're saying, but I love how it sounds," she murmured, her eyes half-closed.
"I'm telling you that I love you and your mouth is a miracle," Krevan said softly between gentle kisses.
Ancelin’s fingers curled around the back of his neck, weaving through his soft hair as their tongues met in a heated dance. She savored his taste. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.
“Ancelin, you make me happy,” he replied, his kisses deepening.
“Every time we come together, you blow my mind,” she murmured, sliding her hand down to his still-throbbing length, slick with their shared desire. Krevan gasped as her fist closed around him, her strokes precise and teasing.
“Ancelin,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut, “if you keep that up, I’ll have to take you again—hard enough that walking through the market will be a challenge.
” His voice was low, serious. “I could stay right here and make love to you all day. No joke. But it’s your choice—stop now if you want to shop or let me lose control. ”
Her pulse surged at his warning. Straddling him, she pressed her body against him. “Oh, that is tempting. But yes, I do want to make it to the market today.” She brushed a gentle kiss across his cheek.
Ancelin buttoned her blouse slowly, watching Krevan pull his shirt over his head, neither looking away until the last piece of clothing concealed what they'd just shared.
They folded the blanket together, fingers brushing deliberately, before he opened her door and offered his hand, his touch lingering as she settled into her seat for the journey to Silos.
Silos hummed with commerce and conversation.
Merchants called out prices while shoppers navigated the maze of booths displaying everything from handcrafted trinkets to exotic spices.
When Ancelin's eyes widened at the spectacle, Krevan couldn't help but mirror her delight, knowing exactly how it felt to discover such vibrant chaos for the first time.
She studied him now—the fierce guardian she’d fallen for, the dangerous yet devoted warrior she’d only just met but already felt she’d known forever.
Perhaps it was the Triaxen mating bond, or his demigod beauty, or the thrill of his edge of danger—whatever it was, it bound her heart to his.
Add to that their newly shared intimacy and his gentle protection, and she felt need and happiness swell all at once.
For the first time, her past misery felt distant.
In his presence, she was simply, blissfully content.
Krevan took her hand, his thumb tracing the delicate bones of her wrist. "The way your eyes light up at new things," he murmured, voice rough with emotion.
"Sometimes I can barely breathe watching you.
" His grip tightened almost subtly as his gaze shifted to the bustling market beyond the windshield.
"Stay within arm's reach today," he said, the tenderness in his eyes hardening to something ancient and vigilant.
"Silos brings merchants from the outer territories.
They can be dangerous." His jaw clenched.
He released her hand and exited the vehicle, his movements fluid but tense as he came around to open her door.
"Krevan," Ancelin whispered, her fingers finding his, "the shipping company first?
" She hesitated, glancing at the bustling market.
"But I was thinking... about the medical clinic too.
" Her voice softened further. "For a test. And perhaps that prevention shot, if we haven't already—"Her eyes met his, vulnerable yet determined.
Krevan guided her into a little white building located at the street corner.
He brought her to a reception desk where a peculiar man was seated.
This man wasn’t a humanoid from Earth or Triaxen; he was entirely different, with lavender-tinted skin and hair.
The room had several chairs arranged around it, giving it the appearance of a waiting area.
"Krevan Vallex," he announced at the front desk, his hand possessively at the small of Ancelin's back. "My wife has an appointment. I arranged for priority service."
The receptionist's eyes flicked between them, lingering a half-second too long on Ancelin's face. "Of course, Mr. Vallex. We received your call."
"Wonderful," Ancelin whispered, squeezing his arm. "I'll still have time to browse the market.”
"The nurses will be ready shortly." The receptionist motioned toward empty chairs against the wall. "Please, take a seat."
Moments later, two nurses entered with an air of efficiency. One of them called out, "Ancelin Vallex, the doctor can see you now. Please come with us."
Ancelin rose to follow, with Krevan shadowing her every step.
One of the nurses halted abruptly and spun around to face Krevan. "Please, sir, only the female patient needs to follow us," she stated firmly.
Krevan's eyes narrowed, and he continued to stride forward, undeterred.
"Excuse me, sir, only the female is allowed back at this time to see the doctor," the nurse repeated, her voice tinged with exasperation.
"I'm coming with my wife," Krevan insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Nurse, he can come with me. I would prefer that he does," Ancelin interjected, her voice steady, yet pleading. She clutched Krevan's presence like a lifeline, having learned the harsh realities of this world and wanting no unwelcome surprises.
"Fine, I'll let the doctor know," the nurse relented, begrudgingly leading them to a small, stark examination room. "Please wait here for the doctor."
Ancelin perched on the edge of the examination table, while Krevan planted himself by the door, arms crossed like a sentinel poised to defend his queen.
An elderly doctor appeared with a gentle knock, entering the room with an air of seasoned calm. "Good morning, Mrs. Vallex. I'm Dr. Carvis. What am I seeing you for today?"
"I need to have a pregnancy test and would like a pregnancy prevention shot," Ancelin replied, her voice was steady.
"I see. First, I have a few questions, and the nurse will come in to take your blood. Mr. Vallex, do you mind leaving the examination room? You may stand right outside the door. I wish to speak with your wife privately," the doctor requested, his tone patient but firm.
"Absolutely not," Krevan growled, squaring his shoulders. "Whatever you have to say can be said with me present. She's my wife."
"It's okay," Ancelin touched his forearm, her fingers light against his tense muscle. "Wait just outside. I'll call if I need you."
Krevan's jaw worked silently. After a long moment, he peeled himself from the wall and stalked toward the door, each step betraying his reluctance.
The latch caught with a soft click. Dr. Carvis held perfectly still for three heartbeats, then inclined his head toward Ancelin.
"These walls are thinner than they appear," he murmured, voice scarcely disturbing the air between them.
A brief touch to her wrist—his fingers sun-spotted and lined with age.
"Your husband seems... protective. Is that arrangement by choice?
" The question hung delicately in the sterile room as his gaze, steady behind wire-rimmed glasses, invited but didn't demand her confidence.
"He’s a loving husband,” Ancelin replied firmly. The doctor nodded, seeming satisfied, and reached for the water dispenser.
"I've treated many Triaxen-human couples," the doctor said, lowering his voice. "The males can be... difficult partners." He glanced toward the door.
"I’ve heard that. But Krevan treasures me," Ancelin said quietly.
The doctor leaned forward, his eyes softening. "If you need help, blink twice now. The Colony Authorities have limited jurisdiction, but for medical cases..." He tapped his data-pad. "I could arrange something. It wouldn't be immediate, but—"
"Doctor," Ancelin interrupted, "I appreciate your concern, but Krevan has never hurt me. I'm with him by choice."
He studied her face. "Very well. I respect your decision.
" He paused, then added, "Still, his physiology is so different from yours.
" His weathered hand hovered near her arm without touching.
"I'm not criticizing, just providing you with some facts.
Being near him can be risky. His venom is lethal. "
"I understand that too.” Ancelin muttered under her breath, brushing off the doctor's words. "Thank you for your concern," she said, feeling relieved as the nurse walked in with the blood collection tools.
"Krevan, you can come back in," Ancelin called. The nurse led him into the room, where he watched in silence as she drew Ancelin's blood. The doctor muttered an excuse and slipped out.