Page 10 of Trak (Virilian Mail Order Mates #1)

At this point in any given seduction, Trak was usually thinking about something else.

Long, drawn-out foreplay was a necessary part of things for some partners.

His favorite part was the fucking, and everything leading up to it was fine and dandy, but little more than a pleasant formality.

It was clear to him that Anna was not any given seduction , not to be lumped with the blending mix of others in his memory, for as he trailed his practiced fingers over her, he could think of nothing but her.

His hands slid to her waist, testing the dip and the gentle swell of her hips.

He resisted the urge to jerk the dress downward, snapping that last thin strap and helping himself to the wonders beneath.

As he listened to her sighs and quiet gasps, and as he gritted his teeth against the aching hard-on in his pants, he had to wonder who was seducing who.

Then, her hand came up to her shoulder and she slid the other strap off.

She gave a little shake and the dress slithered to the floor.

Trak was momentarily struck immobile. Yes, he’d seen her naked before, but this time, without the chaos of first meeting, he could take in the view knowing that she was offering herself to him.

Tattoos traced up one side of her back and along her spine.

A bird with wings of fire, a school of fish bucking a wave, and the words, “never forget, never regret,” were woven into the cracks of a skull.

It was impressive artwork on the body of a female he was finding more fascinating by the moment.

And she was his, for a while. He would make the most of his time with this luscious female.

Feeling his tight control slip, Trak reached around and cupped her breasts.

They were full and round, filling his hands and making him shudder with their perfection.

His hips were up against her back—not pushing.

He wasn’t one of those uncivilized males who thrust his cock at females before they were ready for it, although that seemed to work for some.

She could feel him there, large and hard, and that was enough.

There was nothing he could do about it. He was large, and hard, and even in the restrictions of his snug pants, the bulge was impossible to disguise.

Best to get her accustomed to it sooner than later, anyway.

He tweaked her nipples before sliding down her ribs, to her belly, and over the gentle mound below.

This was not a place to rush, he knew. He slid his fingers between the trimmed hair and gently parted the slick folds beneath.

She was wet, as he knew she would be. The scent of her arousal hit his senses like an armored missile. It ramped up his already excited state.

Trak’s fingers had explored many different types of genitals.

Human ones were unique and delicate and incredibly responsive to the touch.

Almost instantly her knees began to tremble.

He braced her against him with one arm around her waist. Her clit throbbed against him as he began a rhythmic pulse against her.

Her head fell back against his chest. A soft moan rose from her lips.

Ah, she was passionate and aroused by him.

He debated bringing her to climax like this, but he wasn’t done playing.

He was about to turn her around himself when she did, pivoting on the balls of her feet.

She looked up at him with liquid green eyes, bright with hunger.

He sank to his knees, slipping his arms around her hips.

She’d begun to breathe faster. He gently parted her pussy lips again, with his tongue this time.

He lapped her sweet flesh, exploring those pink, luscious folds and finding the source of her pleasure.

Her scent was intoxicating. Trak couldn’t remember a time when his cock was so hard, or so eager to be where his mouth was.

With expert strokes, he drove her to gasps, then to cries.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and then at last her body trembled and he felt her pussy contract on his tongue.

He was holding her up now. Her knees had given out.

The plan to involve his tail in the play would have to wait for another occasion.

She was ready now and Trak knew enough about the importance of timing to know when to call it on the foreplay and give a female what she wanted.

“ God , that was good,” she panted. “How long is your tongue?”

That was nice , he thought, but she hadn’t experienced anything yet. He rose to his feet, trailing his lips along her body, lingering on her naval, laving attention to her breasts, where each pink nipple was hard and distended.

Her hands moved to his chest, then moved down to cradle the heavy package straining between his legs.

Trak closed his eyes and let a long shudder rack his body. “Bloody good of you,” he rasped out. “But I can’t take much of that, thank you.”

“I was beginning to think you’d never come back,” she whispered. “Why didn’t you?”

“I needed you to choose this, to choose me.” His earnest, muttered response set off alarms in his own head.

“Don’t do that again,” she said.

“I will always return to you.” Enough promises, he chided himself. If he kept this up, there would be at least one he couldn’t keep.

Then, Anna tipped up her head and closed her eyes for a kiss and Trak ceased all coherent thought about anything.

He bent his head and took her mouth in the kiss that had always been there, waiting to be let loose.

It was so easy to sink into her pillowy lips, to plunge his tongue into her open mouth and explore the deliciousness that was Anna.

She was pure intoxication—more potent than the finest brew of taga .

He would worry about that later. As later as possible.

He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her off her feet and placed her on the bed.

Removing his pants was an annoying pause, as he wrestled the fastenings with fingers clumsy with lust. All the while she lay there, breasts flushed and lips ruddy from his kissing.

He got out of his clothes with less grace than he’d hoped, then climbed into bed with her.

Her arms came around him and pulled him down to another kiss.

She hooked one leg around his hips and pressed him to her.

Her pelvis rose to meet his. Her pussy ground against his rigid cock, stimulating him so much he saw stars.

She made a breathy sound and tilted her hips upwards.

He felt the lips of her sex nestle around the head of his cock as she rocked against him.

Meanwhile, her hands were not idle. They greedily tested the firmness of his arse and stroked his back, tracing along the old scars on his skin.

Trak dipped his head and pulled a puffy pink nipple into his mouth.

He laved the hard bud, swirling his tongue around it before giving it a gentle nip and moving to the other one.

All the while, he was saying things, but his body was so utterly aroused, he wasn’t sure what was coming out of his mouth.

It could be endearments. It could be utter rubbish.

Hopefully she was also so far lost in the rapture of the moment that she wouldn’t know the difference, or wouldn’t care either way.

This was the most botched seduction of his adult life.

The last time he was reduced to a blubbering idiot, he was with his first female. That was a very long time ago, indeed.

With a thundering heart, he shifted his hips.

He was already between her legs. He placed his hand on her delicate folds and felt the hot, swollen flesh of her sex.

Moisture covered his fingers as he explored her.

She tilted her head back on a cry as his fingers found the sensitive nub of her clit.

He gently stroked, sending one finger, then two, into her channel, which pulsed against him.

Ah, she was so tight, so hot. He inserted a third finger, stretching her out a bit while his thumb massaged her into a state of writhing need.

His cock was so hard, it was bloody painful. He wanted her with an urgency that frightened him, for even as he gave her pleasure, his own increased to a boiling point. At last, she arched her back and cried out, “Trak, please ,” and he could take no more.

He removed his hand and replaced it with his throbbing cock, beginning to insert it inside her.

He knew it was larger than she was probably accustomed to.

Human males weren’t as large as Virilians—in any way.

He tried to enter her slowly so she could acclimate to his considerable size.

With gritted teeth, he eased into her hot, wet tunnel. It felt so good, he couldn’t breathe.

Her face revealed a furrowed brow, ragged breathing, and a hectic flush on her neck and chest. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, hot sparks all but shooting from her eyes. “Fuck me, already.”

Trak groaned and thrust the rest of the way in.

Anna let out a cry, but it didn’t sound like one of pain.

Her head was tossed back and her eyes were closed.

Her hands were fisted in the blanket that lay beneath them.

He withdrew halfway, then leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, and then whispered, “Are you hurt?”

She turned her head, raised one eyebrow and gave him a look full of mischief. “No. You’re not that big, you know.”

Yes, he bloody well was , he thought. He dragged the tip of his tail over her thigh, just enough to be wicked, but not enough to scratch her.

Her eyes flared. With a growl and a nip to her lower lip, he thrust deeply within her very tight sheath.

She gasped and he smirked at her. “Cheeky female,” he said.

“You’ve earned yourself a proper fucking for that. ”

He began a steady pace, relentless and deep.

Her muscles tensed and her breathing came faster.

Once again, he had her squirming beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist as he thrust faster, harder.

He showed her no mercy as he set a relentless pace.

Electricity sizzled over his skin like an open current.

Any semblance of control that he’d had was long gone.

He hammered into her like a male possessed.

He was possessed. His skin felt hot as pressure built in his balls.

He ground his teeth together against the need to release his seed.

Then, her body went taut and her pussy clamped around him like a vise.

He felt her come, pulsing on his cock, throbbing with the waves of her orgasm.

She let out a ragged cry and gripped his shoulders, nails on his skin as pleasure racked her.

It was the most beautiful sight Trak had ever seen, and that was his last thought before his balls seized control and released his seed deep inside of her.

He lowered to his elbows, gasping in air and trying to see through a thick haze of lust that had reduced him to a grunting, clumsy male.

With an awkward push, he slid out of her—still hard, somehow—and landed on his back next to her.

He stared at the ceiling, which thankfully did not feature a mirror, for it would show a less than flattering view of him, and he wondered what the bloody hell had just happened.

He wished he could take out the language chip so he could think in his own language, which contained words not in English, but Anna was liable to talk to him.

Now would be a bad time to tune her out.

So he left the chip in and was forced to deal with phrases in his head like, What the bloody hell was that?

Not the most accurate translation of his feelings, but it would do.

Beside him, Anna slung an arm over her eyes. “What the fuck was that?”

He smiled and said nothing, content in the knowledge that she wasn’t likely to give him any ribbing on the size of his dangly bits.

Dangly what? Truly, this was the strangest language. He’d have to teach her Virilian, if she stayed.

If she stayed . What a thought. Trak swallowed hard and pushed the thought away.

With the load he just dropped, they were probably conceiving an offspring right now at that moment, and soon enough she’d be back on a shuttle to her home planet.

It was best not to get attached, if he didn’t want to become as sad as his ship’s chief engineer, Yanc, horning after the tentacled Oukks because of the pleasure they gave.

Nothing like that would happen to him. He and the human female were together for the purpose of procreation only.

Yes, definitely, he couldn’t—absolutely wouldn’t—get attached.