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Chapter 6

Traxx

I blow out a breath, hoping to channel my anger into fulfilling my mates needs. If I could, I would go back onto that ship and kill all of them again. Well, I left one alive and tied up so a fellow crew member could jail him and interrogate him for additional information.

I have never seen red as much as I did when my mate was taken from me. We have not even truly mated yet, but the bond I feel with her is unmistakable. I would gladly give my life for hers.

I drop my mate to the floor once the door to my quarters closes. My eyes trail over her beautiful curves, her wavy dark hair, and her caramel-colored eyes. Her skin is not completely white, yet it is not extremely tan either.

She is perfection.

My perfection.

I think about her taste on my tongue.

Her puffy pink lips against mine.

Her sweet smell of Azania spun sweets that the children of Grekaria used to love to eat.

The urge to completely devour and claim her is driving me hard. I want so badly to thrust myself inside her so far that she knows exactly who she belongs to and where she should stay—here with me.

I take a chance to slow my breathing and really take her in. She is wearing a Grekarian robe in colors of blue and purple to match my own. It makes my blood pump knowing that she chose this color to match me. My heart leaps from my chest in the honor she has bestowed upon me.

I want to run my fingers through her hair, messing it up. To feel the silky strands against my skin. To smell the strawberry scent that lingers from the last time she washed herself.

Rhea takes two steps toward me and flattens her soft hands against my skin. I close my eyes and snap the feeling to memory. Her desire pulses through me, and I can smell the arousal pouring from her core. I need her desperately. I close my eyes briefly to calm myself down before speaking again. “I am ready, my mate. I can wait no longer.”

Heat flashes through her eyes, and I can see the outline of her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of the robe she’s wearing. Typical style says they do not wear any clothing beneath the robe, and I am dying to find out for myself if she followed that rule.

My cock raises at the mere thought of doing nothing but mounting my curvy little female. Her gaze drops from my eyes to my lips, and I can’t help my tongue as it slips out to wet them.

She traces the movement with her own eyes. I do not know how much longer I can survive, but I have to wait. My teasing works her up and makes her needy for me. I am the only one who can satisfy her. I am her mate.

Her warm hands trace circles on my chest, and my own nipples pebble with excitement. She slips her hands behind my neck and pulls me in closer.

My wrist com goes off loudly between us, disturbing the perfect moment we were sharing, and a low growl slips from deep within my throat.

“What?” I ask, my voice clearly irritated.

“We have the prisoner in the cells ready for you.”

“I shall be there in two moon days. I do not wish to be interrupted for the remainder of the day. I will be spending time getting to know my new mate in every conceivable way possible.” I smile down at her and love the blush that covers her cute little face.

I walk over to my floating bed and pull her into my lap as I sit down. She comes easily without any hesitation. “Let me make you feel good, my mate. I can tell you need me.”

She bites her bottom lip and nods her head, giving me permission. I am reveling in the submissiveness of this moment. She is trusting me with her body, and that step forward means everything.

“I will get us ready.” My voice takes on a deeper cadence.

Rhea squeaks out an okay. She is a little tense, this I can tell. I need her to relax. I will mate her, but I want to go slow. I want to feel every single inch of her skin, feel the need pooling between her legs, smell her juices as they run only for me.

I reach back and cup a firm cheek in the palm of my hand. I love her bottom, so round and firm. The perfect size to palm. “Relax, little one.”

I begin to rub in gentle circles, ever so lightly.

“I want to talk for a little while. Tell me about you, Rhea.”

“Wha-what do you want to know?” The tremble in the cadence of her voice tells me she is nervous about what is going to happen, which is why I’m distracting her with a discussion.

“Do you have a job, school, a family? I have researched this thing humans between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three attend; I believe you call it a college. Have you been to one of these?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “No family, not anymore. My parents were killed just a short time ago. That's partially why I’m here in Alaska.” She chews her bottom lip, and the nervousness that pours through her tells me it’s not the only reason. I suppose I should be sad to hear of her family passing, but in all truth, it is what brought her here, so I have to say I am happy. I wait for her to say more, but she seems guarded on the subject. I decide to ask about it later on once we have grown to know each other better.

“I am sorry to hear this, Rhea.”

She shrugs. “These things happen, right? I mean, I didn’t expect them to stay forever, but I also didn’t expect them to leave so soon.”

We sit in silence for a moment before she speaks again. “How were you able to hear me talking to you earlier? You were like… inside my brain or something.”

“It is only something true mates are able to do. Communicate without words.”

“Okay, my GI Joe, what am I thinking about right now?”

The scent of her arousal kicks up, and a smirk tilts the corners of my mouth.

“You are a needy one.”

“So… you’re pretty young still. Why aren’t you still commander of the… what was it called again?”

“The Flighten.”

“Yes, the Flighten. Why are you no longer in charge?”

I take in a deep breath. “I was released from my duties when I lost my womb mate. I had a twin who was killed in action fighting against the Necorium. I suppose that's why I have this strong desire to kill them.”

“I’m so sorry.” Her small hand rubs the side of my leg, and I close my eyes to enjoy the feel of it.

I move to stretch out on the bed, pulling Rhea with me so that we are laying side by side. I am leaning on my left side, and she is still on her stomach as I rub her bottom and lower back with my fingers. She wiggles her butt a little and a groan leaves my mouth. She will be the death of me.

This time when I run my hand over her pert ass, I creep a little lower and run my fingers against the edge of her lower lips, between her thighs. Her skin there is even smoother than that of her thighs.

A shiver traces down her spine from my touch, and I puff my chest out in satisfaction of my power over this fragile being. She writhes beneath me, and her arousal kicks up yet again. I can tell she is wet between her legs, there is no denying it.

I lift my hand a little and bring it down with a small smack against her right cheek. She squeals in shock at the sound of the crack bouncing off the walls of my room. Only a moment later, I’m rubbing over the spot I’d just spanked, soothing it.

I believe this is what humans call foreplay, and I can’t say I mind at all. The sweet fragrance of my mate. My enormous hand against her sexy body. Her soft skin against the calluses on my own fingers.

I spank her a few more times before I allow my fingers free reign of her lower half. I slip underneath her and cup her mound, my smallest finger tracing over her clit—something else I studied about the human female. Her breath catches in her chest, and a slow moan creeps out.

Her body is alive beneath me, yet completely relaxed. The rigid tension leaves her body finally. I lift my hand one last time for one final spank, and she raises her ass to greet me.

Fucking.

Perfection.

She rolls onto her side to face me on the bed, and then leans in to brush her lips against mine. “I very much enjoyed that.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I can’t help but chuckle at her adorable nature.

“I have so much more in store for you, little one.”

I allow her to take the lead as her lips find mine once again and capture me completely. I lift my arm to wrap around her waist and pull her in closer so she can feel what she’s doing to me. I am hard as a rock for her.

My mating cock is tingling within my normal cock. It’s a brand new experience for me. Never once has my mating cock shown any sort of interest in a female I was bedding, so I know for a fact Rhea is special. She is the one .

She melts against me as our lips fuse together, and responds to me with a deeply rooted passion burning within her.

I want to rid her of this robe immediately, bend her over, and pound into her from behind until I fill her with all of my seed. The air around us turns electric as the need grows between us.

She takes a small hand and pushes me until I’m lying on my back. From here, she straddles my lap, and my cock jumps with excitement. I can feel the heat pouring from her core, even with layers between us. I can only imagine how it will feel when we are bare together.

Rhea trails kisses down my neck and sends chills up my spine. Leaning up, she strips herself of the robe she’s wearing, and I’m left with completely bare skin. I don’t know where to look first. Her curves are stunning. Her breasts are large and firm. She has extra love around her midsection, but I am not opposed to it. In fact, it only turns me on more.

She raises my hands to cup her breasts, and I run my thumbs over her peaked little buds, only making them tighter.

Rhea reaches down between us to undo my pants and free my throbbing cock. I can feel my heartbeat with each throb of blood that's pumped into it, priming me for mating.

Her small hand encloses my cock, and she starts to rub slowly up and down, feeling the dips and veins. I am huge compared to her small hand, but she works me anyhow.

The harder my cock gets, the more vibration it has. She looks up at me in shock. “Wait, your cock vibrates, too?” Her voice sounds giddy with excitement.

“Do human males cocks not vibrate?”

“No, we have vibrators, but not vibrating cocks. We usually buy vibrators at the adult store to service our needs.”

The word needs slips out of her lips before she leans down to run her tongue along the tip before sucking me in as deep as she can take me, which isn't far. But it’s heaven, nonetheless. I am completely bewitched by her mouth and the way it moves over my cock.

I can’t help the groans that slip from my lips with each pass. “Rhea, you have to stop. I wish to claim you today, and if you keep doing that, we won’t get to the good part.”

I flip her below me and crawl down her body to the triangle between her thighs. I can smell her need, and it’s a sweet, almost bitter note. My mouth waters at the scent. She will be stretching quite a bit to accommodate my large size.

I’ll go slow so I don’t hurt her as she adjusts. I brush my lips against her skin, wanting to see where she’s most sensitive; each kiss elicits a beautiful moan. I slip a finger between her folds, feeling the dew of her desire left behind. She is tight around my finger. So very tight.

“I love the way you taste. The way you stretch around my fingers. The scent of your need for me, my sweet little one. I love the way you look naked. Every single inch of you is perfect.”

My words must make her a little self-conscious because she starts to close in on herself. “Do not hide, Rhea. Never hide from me. I want all of it. All of you .”

I go back to slipping my tongue between her folds, and she instantly relaxes. This time when I move up her body, I keep going. I don’t stop at her stomach or her breasts. I don’t stop at her collarbone or her chin.

“I want you, Traxx. Take me,” she whispers right before falling off the ledge into oblivion. Her pussy suffocates my fingers as she bears down on them from her orgasm. She collapses back onto the bed, her breath coming heavily, her heart beating faster.

I flip us so she is straddling me again. She doesn’t wait long, and she’s soon pressing my tip to her core as she sinks down my cock. She stretches around me to take it all, and I pump into her lazily. I want to be certain she really is ready for me.

She starts to lift herself up and slide back down on my cock again and again, going faster each time. At the bottom, she rolls her hips, and I swear my eyes roll back into my head at the incredible feeling of being inside her, of feeling her work my cock.

We rock together, whimpers and moans filling the air. I lift a finger to her clit and circle it gently. She squeezes tighter and tighter each time she drops onto me. I love the way she holds me tightly…almost as if she will never let me go.