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Chapter 4

Traxx

I storm through the doors to the command center ready to rip someone's head off. The last thing I want to do is be away from my mate.

The instant I touched her, smelled her, I knew. She is mine.

Mine.

I will kill any other male who tries to take her from me.

Her voice sounds like a chorus of craderies. A similar noise to what humans call the small bird otherwise known as a canary—sweet, low, submissive. Add in her curvy hips, pert chest, and gorgeous smile, and my focus is completely clouded. I can’t think of anything but her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

One of the warriors cuts his gaze in my direction. “Commander Traxx. A Necorium ship has been spotted on the outer boundaries, and has been approaching us for over a moon day. However, it seems they have stalled. I need to know how you would like for us to proceed.”

“Track their movements. I want to be notified any time they make a move. It appears their trajectory is to the compound.” I grit my teeth. Of course the Necorium would show up now and reveal themselves when I have finally found my mate. Isn’t that just the way of things? Bad luck as they call it.

I have to wonder how they detected our location. The shields on the outside of the compound should have hidden our heat signatures. I plop down in my commander's chair and stare at the screen before me, watching their lack of movement on the flight path. Why have they stalled halfway here? “Guards! We need guards everywhere around the compound. Double check everything. No one comes in or out until we can secure the base.” My brothers rush around, shouting orders and calling everyone to arms.

It has been months since we’ve come across the Necorium. There are not many of these creatures left in existence. Not since we destroyed their corrupt planet. They were ruthless, stealing women to sell at the human market—for either pleasure, skin, or pets.

A Grekarian would never treat a female so poorly.

My female is to be treasured, and I will remind her every single day. No harm will come to her on my watch. Nothing will stand in my way to claim her. I simply have to convince her I am worthy.

When I think of Rhea, a particular kind of euphoria floods my body. The only other time I have felt this was when I was a commander in the army.

All of a sudden a nagging feeling twists my gut, and a growl escapes me. We may not be truly mated, but I can feel anxiety threading across the new beginning of our bond.

There is a need within me to go find my mate and wrap her in my arms so I can verify she is well. “Notify me if anything should happen with this ship.”

I get up and head toward my quarters. This protectiveness has never reared its head, but now it roars through my veins.

My steps pound against the floor as I hurriedly make my way to my living area. The Merink should have returned her to my room by now.

The door clicks before gliding open, and my jaw drops. There, in the middle of my room, stands my mate in Grekarian garb. A stunning fluorescent colored modaga—the ancient robes of our ancestral females—covers her. My heart swells with happiness as my eyes rove over her body.

I walk over to her, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her toward me. I attack her lips with my own before she has a chance to deny me.

Her plump lips against mine are filled with softness.

I ravish them, crushing her to me. The caress of her lips on my mouth sets my body aflame, and my cock rises below my pants. I run my tongue lightly against the seam of her lips, requesting entry. She opens lightly, and I thrust my tongue inside in an exploratory kiss.

A fiery passion ignites within me. I want to devour her more, but I don’t want to scare her. Right now, she’s allowing me to kiss her, and I will do nothing to interfere with it.

One of my arms rests against her waist, while the other slides down her back to her perfectly plump ass. It easily fills my hand. I squeeze, pulling her even closer, wishing that I could feel her skin against my own.

Do my scales intimidate her? Is she going to be able to take my size? Is she going to be disgusted by my having two cocks? Is she happy that I am her mate, or is she embarrassed of me? I am a strong, capable male, and will do everything in my power to please her.

Doubt wavers inside my mind, and I have never felt so insecure before. Now I want and need her approval. I want my mate to be happy with our bond. I glance down at my arms and notice neon green lines faintly wrapping around them. My mating bonds…

Her small timid hands slide up my rough chest, and my heart pumps faster. I love the feel of her hands against me, and I almost purr in delight.

Our kiss comes to an end entirely too soon, but we stay connected tightly. “Are you going to let me go?” she asks me softly.

“Never.” I say it honestly because now that I have found her, I will never let her go. Despite the fact that she thinks she’ll be getting her car back and going to the bed and breakfast down the road, she is not going anywhere if I have anything to say about it.

A booming noise interrupts the silence around us and the floor rattles. Lights flash everywhere within my room, and I hear emergency alarms blaring in the hallway. I only left the command center moments ago. The Necorium hadn’t moved once since I was there, so what is all the commotion about?

“Traxx, what’s happening?” Fear tinges her voice, and a low growl vibrates my chest as a fierce need to protect her rushes through me. I can smell the fear pooling off of her in sheets. I want to dip into her mind and see what she’s thinking, but it feels like too much an invasion of privacy.

“Do not fear, little one. I will keep you safe. Stay here. It is the safest place in the facility. I will be back as soon as I can.” As the last word leaves my mouth, another explosion rattles us.

Anger floods through my system as I leave my room and head toward the command center. I was just here not even half a moon hour earlier, and it was quiet. Now, it is alive with movement. Warriors running here and there, manning the different controls.

I can see the Necorium ship on the monitor above me. It’s no surprise they have caused this ruin. It is all they do - seek and destroy.

“Commander, the second impact was much worse than the initial. I’m not sure the shield will hold up for much longer.”

“They were not moving. How are they here already?” I mumble under my voice.

“They must have been able to cloak the movements of their ship.” A growl rises from my lips at his explanation.

“Deploy our mini runners to see if we can take them out before they get any closer. I will not let them destroy anything else.”

I may not fully command the Flighten anymore, but I move into fight mode. Once a commander, always a commander.

I hope Rhea remains in my room until we can secure the compound. Heads will roll if anyone tries to lay a hand on her, let alone even think about harming a hair on her head. I will not hesitate to end them.

Shouts echo around us from the soldiers heading to their ships to hold off the Necorium. My old need to help my crew bleeds through me, but this time I can only stay behind. My mate is fragile and weak. I will not leave her to fend on her own.

Many of my brothers in the compound are worthy, but some I would not trust with my own life, let alone hers.

Our ships clone themselves and fly out of the dock. Another boom rumbles around us. It is complete chaos everywhere I look. Aliens run amuck, scurrying here and there. I return to my post in the command center to guide them in their fight. It’s the least I can do.

The Necorium haven’t broken the barrier surrounding the compound yet, thankfully. With only a few more explosions, though, they’ll definitely be inside.

We cannot let them win.

We will destroy them.

We have to.