Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Xavier
Idistract Officer Kirk from Caspian and Lila’s private moment by making my misty form appear next to him. It works, and he instantly recoils but quickly recovers.
“Jesus, warlock, you scared the shit out of me,” he snaps, holding a hand against his chest like his heart is about to fall out.
I chuckle. I do like to get a reaction out of people, and normally his fear would be tempting, but now that I know Lila is my intimate, I don’t want to feed off anyone else.
Feeding from her anger earlier in the week was enough to sustain me much longer than anything my harem has ever provided, but it’s wearing off, and I’ll need to feed again soon.
With Saxon out of commission, I either need to ask Lila again or absorb some of the residual feelings and emotions around me.
If I stand in the circus tent during the show, the humans’ excitement and joy should temporarily sustain me.
I slap my mist-shrouded hand on Officer Kirk’s back.
“I do like you. I admire your bravery for talking to me like that.” My words must remind him who I am, because he pales slightly.
“No, none of that crap now. I appreciate when people treat me like I’m a normal person, thank you.
Now, if I might ask a favor. Would it be possible for you to drop Lila and me a little farther away from the site?
I have a few things I need to talk to her about, and I don’t want her distracted by the job we are there to do. ”
He looks a little unsure and opens his mouth to argue with me.
“Don’t worry, I have received approval from the boss men, and I assure you the holo emitters will be in place and ready to go when the ship needs to land. And even if the program isn’t quite where it needs to be, you just stay cloaked until it is.”
“Yeah, okay. As long as the boss men approved it, who am I to argue?” He fiddles with a few buttons on the console. “How about I drop you two blocks over? Is that far enough?” he asks, and even though he can’t see it, I smile widely.
“Perfect, thank you. I owe you one,” I reply, and he beams. Having a favor owed by the warlock prince is no small thing, and I rarely give out favors.
Lila and Caspian peel themselves apart. I don’t know how he does it. If she just declared she loved me, I would whisk her back to my quarters and fuck her into oblivion. With one last kiss, Cas waves to me and heads off to finish his preparations for reentry.
I hold out my misty hand for Lila to proceed with me onto the teleporting platform. She bites her lip in that cute nervous way she does. “It’s okay, phoeall. It will feel just like when I teleported you on Earth,” I reassure her, and a little wrinkle forms between her eyes.
“Why aren’t you doing it this time?” she asks.
“While I can teleport long distances, and traveling across a planet is no challenge for me, the distance we need to cross now is beyond my capabilities.” I’m loath to admit there are limits to my power, but it is no secret.
I don’t know of any being that can teleport across space like that.
We all rely on mechanical means to help us.
Lila’s mouth forms a surprised O as I wrap my mist around her and pull her into my arms. I make it so we’re both shrouded in the mist, but she can see me now. Her eyes widen in surprise as I appear, but before she can say anything, I give the order, “Okay, Officer Kirk, beam us down.”
This time her mouth drops open, and I wink at her. “I like Earth movies, and let’s face it, I had to watch it to compare it to real life, and I just couldn’t help myself considering the officer’s name.”
Before she can answer, the humming sound of the teleporter indicates Kirk has started it.
Between one breath and the next, we leave the ship and appear on the pavement in a Las Vegas alley.
I wrinkle my nose at the smell, but Lila is still too busy staring at my face to react to the fact we’ve even moved, let alone what it smells like.
She reaches up and runs her fingers over my face. “You look human,” she comments as her fingertips brush over my cheeks and up to my now curved ears.
“Well, it wouldn’t do for me to show up looking like an alien, would it?” I tease, but she continues her perusal of me.
“Not alien, they’d probably think you were fae,” she murmurs as she steps away, and I let the mist dissolve.
She looks me up and down, studying my favorite glamour.
“You look like a punk rock star. I love the way your eyes appear like they are rimmed in kohl, and while this look is great, I much prefer the real you,” she tells me when she finishes her inspection, and I practically preen like a jaxa bird.
“Come on, let’s walk,” I suggest, holding out a hand, but she looks down at herself, wrinkling her nose.
“I’m pretty sure that while you blend in, I don’t.
I look like I’m going to attend a sci-fi convention, and there are no pockets in this damn thing for these.
” She holds out the holo emitters, and I pluck them out of her hand and make them disappear. “What did you do to them?” she asks.
“I just put them into a sub-space storage hole that I have. You never know when you’re going to need something quickly, and I can always access it no matter where I am. They can stay there until we need them, and then I can pull them back out.”
“That is so freaking cool. Do you keep snacks in there? I would keep snacks and probably a hair tie and maybe a tampon.” Her wide-eyed enthusiasm is so adorable.
“Ah, yeah, sure,” I answer, not wanting to tell her I keep all my weapons in there and a few sex toys.
You never know when you may need either of those things.
“As for your outfit, I can fix that.” I wave my hand, and Lila’s Galaxy Circus uniform disappears, replaced by a sexy set of galactic lingerie that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The flimsy piece of lavender cloth is see-through, and I see her nipples pucker when the cool air hits them.
Her thong-covered ass is exposed, with the tiny piece of cloth skimming across the top of it.
She teeters precariously on the heels that came with the outfit.
“What the fuck?” She looks down at herself before looking back at me, propping her hands on her hips. “Seriously, Xavier?”
I feel a sheepish grin spread across my face, and I run a hand through my short faux hawk that I rock in this glamour.
“Whoops, sorry. I got my outfits mixed up. You were not supposed to see that one… yet,” I explain, a little embarrassed that my fantasy was the first thing that popped into my head when I thought about what to put her in.
I wave my hand, and the lingerie disappears, replaced by a Galaxy Circus T-shirt, a pair of cutoff denim shorts, and leather combat boots.
I give her ripped tights and a long-sleeved mesh undershirt below the galaxy circus top, and make her makeup punky like mine.
She glances down at herself before looking back at me with a raised eyebrow.
“We match. We look like a couple,” she states, and I shrug, feeling smugly pleased at her observation.
“I know.” I don’t explain myself, instead grabbing her hand and walking in the direction of where we need to be.
We stroll in silence for a little while, and Lila leaves her hand in mine, which thrills me more than it should.
What the fuck is going on with me? I’m the warlock, I am one of the most powerful people in the galaxy and have a harem of aliens at my beck and call to see to my every need, yet all I want to do is spend time with this little Earth girl who causes my cock to harden just by the feel of her palm in mine.
I’d always been told that the intimate bond is like no other, but thanks to my parents, ours is nonexistent until they can return Lila’s memories.
It’s there under the surface, and it’s why we both feel drawn to one another, but it’s nowhere near what it will be once we can act on it.
Much like Saxon’s bond with Lila, it’s a surprise that it happened with a non-warlock.
Intimates are supposed to be all about sharing your power base as well as a romantic and sexual connection, but Lila isn’t able to do that with me.
I mean, I’m powerful enough as I am, so that doesn’t concern me, but I would have liked to have given her some of mine.
That would have protected her from anything that might be coming for her in the future.
When I spoke to my parents, they said it may still be possible, but until we do the intimate ceremony, we won’t know. Now I need to explain this all to Lila and pray to every deity in the galaxy she will accept me.
The streets of Vegas are noisy and smelly, but it could be worse, we could be right on the strip.
Thankfully we are on the outskirts and nobody pays particular attention to the two of us as we walk hand in hand.
I swing our hands back and forth, excited that she still hasn’t pulled away, but she’s too busy holding her face up to the sun and enjoying being out of the artificial environment to notice.
“You know, you don’t realize how much it means to be able to go outside for fresh air until it’s taken away from you,” she tells me.
“And when you are outside, you’re so busy running from one place to the other, or trying to protect yourself from the sun’s harsh rays, that you don’t even stop and take a moment to just enjoy it.
I totally get the appeal of sunbathing now, even though I hadn’t in the past.”