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Chapter 2

Traxx

Her eyes lock on mine, and the pull is instant, a sharp tug on the string of fate drawn between us. Mate! My body yells at me. This cute little curvy human is my mate . I have searched for her for years, and now it has only taken me one walk in Alaska to find her.

She has a curvy, wild beauty to her. A head covered in long, wavy, dark hair paired with piercing, golden-caramel eyes, and a bright white smile. Her hips cascade into shapely thighs. The suggestion of nubile curves hide behind those heavy winter clothes.

“Hello, little human,” I say, trying not to scare her off with my brusque voice.

She dips her head like she’s perplexed. “You can speak English?”

“I can.” I look to the side, giving her a view of the implanted translation chip inserted behind my ear.

She nods back at me with a small smile, but she doesn’t speak. The mate bond compels me to pull her in and crush her body to mine. I’m consumed with the need to take and claim her, but I have only known her for mere seconds, and I have a feeling she would not be happy with me. Today is the first time I have been this close to a human. They are much smaller and more delicate than I believed based on the pictures the general had provided to those of us who traveled over to Earth.

“What is your name, little one?” She bites her tiny, pink bottom lip, and I ball my hands at my sides to keep myself in place.

“My name is Rhea.” She pauses, looking around. “Did you bring me here?” Her voice sends a jolt of intense electricity raging through my body. I have never heard a sweeter sounding noise.

I nod. What is she thinking? The darkening of her eyes tells me there is a hint of interest between us, and I can smell her arousal from here, yet I will not bring it up. I merely draw in deep breaths, letting her sweet scent of strawberries pour into my system. Breathing it in makes both of my cocks throb, but I resist the urge to bury myself fully within her until she screams my name.

My mating cock brushes against my outer cock, and I revel in the feeling. I have been told about the mating cock for years, but this is the first time I have felt it spring to life.

Her eyes dart around the room, and concern floods my thoughts. Is she scared of me? I would never hurt my mate. She is not and will never be in danger around me. Maybe she’s in danger of me wanting her madly, but that is all.

What she will eventually find out is that I would protect her until my very last breath. I would die trying.

Her posture seems nervous and unsure. Her arms are now crossed over her chest, accentuating those voluptuous breasts. I have done my research. No wonder human men are so attached to them.

I wet my lips and her eyes trail the motion. We stand staring at each other in complete silence for what seems like forever. Is she feeling the mate bond, too, or is it even something a human can feel?

Obviously she is attracted to me, which is a good start. I will show her what a good mate I can be. I never thought in many, many star years that I would find my fated mate. When I was offered the position at this base originally, I turned it down, and now I’m glad I didn’t because I would have missed meeting her.

She opens her mouth and then shuts it again several times. I wait for the questions to come, but she remains silent.

“Well, thank you,” she says, taking one slow step toward me. “What’s your name?”

My shoulders broaden and my chest puffs out in pride. “I am Traxx, former Commander of the Flighten.”

“Interesting.” The tone of her voice is laced with what I believe to be curiosity and approval.

Leaning from foot to foot, she does an odd sort of dance, and I am reminded of the videos I used to watch of earthlings. This must be the pee dance that is so common here. Why must one dance to pee? What is the purpose? Does it help them pee better? I do not understand it. Goofy humans.

“Do you… can you… restroom?” She squeaks, quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment.

My eyes lift to the door behind her, and she follows my gaze before she scurries away, a tiny pang is left behind as she moves. I rub my hand over my chest to banish the empty feeling. A few moments later she reappears, her brow furrowed. “How do you…” She points behind her in the direction of the lavatory, eyes wide. “That… is definitely not a normal toilet.”

After giving her instruction, I move to sit on my floating bed, awaiting her return. I know when she finishes because I can hear her pattering around on small feet. One special benefit of the Grekarians is that we have incredible hearing. Some say it rivals that of a dog or wolf.

She clears her throat as she approaches me. “So, Traxx. How did you know I was out there? Were you spying on me?”

I shake my head, denying it, even though she is very much right. “I was out for a walk around the perimeter and heard your car.”

“You heard my car? Do you have, like, super hearing or something?”

“I have optimal hearing, as presented by my excellent skills in combat. I have yet to lose a battle.”

“Okay, GI Joe.” My brows draw together in an angry frown. Is this her mate? “What’s wrong, big guy?” Her eyes are filled with curiosity.

“Is this GI Joe your mate?”

“What?” Her smile turns into a giggle. “GI Joe is an army dude. He’s not, like, an actual person. He was this toy that Hasbro brought out as a military science fiction thing.”

I have no idea what she is talking about with this military toy, but I obviously need to investigate why she would call me this man.

Her stomach growls out a low sound, and I realize she must be hungry. A blush paints her heart shaped face. “You are hungry?” I say it before walking toward the food replicator in the corner of my quarters. She watches with curiosity.

“You don’t have to go to any trouble for me,” she assures me.

“Rhea, you are my responsibility, mate. I will make sure you are always well fed and taken care of.” With the click of a few buttons, the machine lights up and gets to work.

“Mate?” she questions with a slight head tilt.

“Yes, mate.”

Luckily our technology is so advanced that we have programmed human food into our machine. Five minutes later I have a plate filled with what humans call pizza .

“Wait…” She beams up at me. “You can make pizza here?” Again, pride runs through my chest that my curvy little mate is happy with me.

I set the plate down on the table beside my floating bed, and she looks it over. “Hey, Traxx… I don’t know if I can eat all of this, even though I do appreciate you making it.” I hear the sincerity in her kind voice.

Walking back to the replicator, I request another plate and then proceed to remove some of the slices from her plate onto my own. I have not actually had the chance to eat any of this human food.

She looks up at me with a stunning smile. Without thinking, I reach out to touch her, wanting to see if her skin is as soft as it looks. I expect her to flinch, but she leans into me instead. I am glad to know she is not afraid of me.

A softness in contrast to my scaled skin. An electrified buzz drifts between us at the skin-on-skin contact, and it sizzles. It immediately sends sparks through my veins, and causes my cock to twitch with need.

I may not know much yet about this little human, but one thing is certain, I am going to do everything in my power to keep her safe and happy. I need her in my life. As we spend time together, I can only hope that her feelings toward me grow as mine have toward her in just the short time I’ve known her.