Page 11 of Trak (Virilian Mail Order Mates #1)

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Well, that turned out better than Anna could have expected.

Trak had promised her pleasure and he had delivered.

Her heart rate was slowly returning to normal.

A sheen of sweat chilled her sensitive skin.

She turned her head to look at him. His arms were laced behind his head and his gaze was on the ceiling.

His profile was a picture of rugged perfection.

Those gorgeous lips that had moved with such expert precision over her body, were still ruddy from all the work they’d done on her.

Her gaze paused on those expressive, mobile brows. They were drawn in a slight frown. His eyes held the look of someone who was thinking of something else altogether and was a little bored. Something about his expression unnerved her a bit. He looked relaxed, but also detached.

Anna frowned, herself, and rolled away. She was overthinking it.

They were still strangers and not everyone was all cuddly and touchy after sex.

Just because she liked affection after sex didn’t mean he was obligated to show it.

It certainly didn’t mean that she had been lacking.

He’d come inside her looking like a man possessed.

Even now, she could feel his seed leaking from her.

She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, half expecting him to be gone when she came out.

He was still there, standing before the window and speaking in a foreign tongue into a small device he’d hooked onto his ear.

The male had magnificent buttocks. That blue tail swished back and forth.

He turned at the sound of her rustling robe.

The warm, confident smile had returned. He inserted the chip back in his head and sauntered toward her.

The remote look was gone, replaced with the charmer.

Anna knew right then that this male was showing her a very specific face—only what he wanted to show her—and there was much more to him than a swaggering, cavalier space cowboy in tight pants.

“How are you, Anna?” Weird. He rarely used her name.

She approached warily. “I’m fine. You?”

“How could I be anything but magnificent after that?” He smiled and dropped a kiss to her lips. “I hope you aren’t feeling any…discomfort?”

“I said I was fine,” she said, turning away in an attempt to be dramatic. “Try to keep up.”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, swinging her back toward him. “Let’s see if you can.”

“You’re ready to go again?” A glance down answered that question.

“I understand if you’re not,” he said with a wicked grin. “I did hear that Earthlings lack a certain amount of stamina—”

Anna took his cock in both her hands and squeezed. “We’ll see who has stamina.”

He sucked in a breath. “I like a female with a competitive streak.”

“I like a male who competes.”

“Well then.” His voice was silk. “May we both come out on top.”

They fell into bed again, staying there until Anna actually was sore and Trak actually did need a break.

She hated to admit it, but there had been no human lovers who had ever brought her to the heights that Trak had.

Granted, she hadn’t had that many, but there had been enough to take a fair sampling.

This Virilian was as gentle as he was demanding and was focused on her pleasure as much, if not more, than his own.

He’d worshipped her body, even as he’d ravished it.

And even now, she could barely wait for his touch again.

The following weeks passed in a glorious sexual haze.

They enjoyed each other’s bodies whenever they could.

Trak had to leave her at times to meet with his crew and deal with the business he ran.

Occasionally, they went out for walks around the station.

They stayed out of the public areas. There was a dark lounge he took her to several times where they ate strange foods and talked for hours.

However, it never took them long before their hands would start wandering and they’d be hustling back to Trak’s chambers and into his bed.

Anna’s period came with surprise and mixed feelings.

They’d spent so much time in bed, and in that jati tub, and, well, all over his quarters, she was expecting to find herself pregnant already.

While Trak accepted the news with a shrug and a crude joke about having to increase the load of his loads, Anna grappled with both relief and disappointment.

She’d been fairly ambivalent about the potential of having a child.

The extensive paperwork she’d been given to read from the program that matched her and Trak had explained how the Virilian genetics would be far dominant over human ones.

The contract referred to the child as “the offspring,” but little by little she was beginning to think of the baby as, well, a baby. Her baby.

It was a dangerous thought. Anna’s own parents had been very bad at parenting, and if apples didn’t fall far from their trees, she would be just as terrible. It wasn’t worth the risk, she’d always thought. It wasn’t wise to start revising that plan now.

Despite the end of her period and a full resuming of activities between her and Trak, she remained a little distant.

She couldn’t quite kick the conflict inside her, and a slight, niggling worry that she’d somehow let them both down by not conceiving.

It was ridiculous, she knew. The delay also meant Jimmy’s medical bills would have longer to wait.

She wished there was a way to send some of her jewelry back to him.

He could sell it and use the money, but with their father’s well-known history, the sudden influx of gold and jewels could cast suspicion on her brother.

Also, she didn’t know how to mail something outside the solar system.

Trak swept into their quarters with his usual swagger.

“Hello, love.” He pulled her out of the chair she’d been sitting in by the window and into his embrace.

His tail wrapped around her leg, sliding up her thigh to just brush her sex.

Her lips found his and she sank into everything that was Trak.

His scent was spice and warmth and excitement.

His touch was skillful and sensual. His voice was rough and silky.

All she wanted was to slip away into the sexual bliss they always found together, but instead he pulled back and ran his hand through her hair.

“How would you like to put on something ravishing and go out with me?”

“What?” They did go out, but not far, and usually stayed within the confines of the Virilian sector.

“You seem a bit glum. I thought you’d like to see a bit more of the station.” His gaze swept over her with appreciation. “I’ve arranged for us to view one of the theater shows.”

“A theater show.” She peered up at him, wondering what in the world that was like on a place like this. “This isn’t some gladiatorial fight-to-the-death thing you lawless types do, is it?”

He raised an eyebrow and slid a hand around her waist. “Lawless? I’m insulted, madam.”

“I doubt that,” she murmured. “I don’t want to watch anything die. That’s all.”

“Neither do I. I’ve no taste for it. And I wouldn’t take you to see such a thing in any case. No place for a lady, if you ask me.”

She slanted him a skeptical look. “Do you actually know what a ‘lady’ is?”

“A female human of highborn status,” he replied. “Or a respectful form of address? Is that correct?”

Anna laughed and ran her fingers through his tousled hair. “It’s not wrong. There is nothing highborn about my status, though.”

“You are a lady here,” he said firmly. “I am a prince—at least, that’s the closest word in your language to describe my position—and you will be bearing my child.

That more than qualifies you to be a lady.

” He said it in a tone that indicated finality on the subject, and Anna was intrigued to catch a glimpse of this Trak, who was commanding, rather than the flirtatious paramour he presented to her.

She headed for her “closet,” which was what she was calling that room with all the stuff he’d sent her. “I’ll go get dressed.”

“Can I choose?”

“No,” she replied. “I would like to wear actual clothes .”

He sighed. “Pity.”

Twenty minutes later she had a hand locked around Trak’s arm as they walked through the corridors of the Bott-L2 space station. “What is this show about?” she asked. Again .

“You’ll just have to see,” he replied. Again . “I wouldn’t take you someplace boring.”

She glanced back behind them. If she somehow became separated from him, she would never find her way back to the Virilian sector. “We’re far from our rooms.”

“We could have taken a transport, but I thought you’d enjoy seeing what the rest of the station looks like.”

The station was a very interesting place.

Anna peered down hallways that seemed to twist off endlessly.

Hangars appeared out of nowhere, packed with every shape of ship imaginable, being repaired, boarded, or unloaded.

The sheer diversity of alien populations who either passed through or lived here, boggled her mind.

The life-forms were so varied, she couldn’t help but stare.

Everything from the terrifyingly dangerous-looking to breathtakingly beautiful moved about, arguing, talking, hurrying, bustling with lives and errands and business to run.

Trak ignored it all, except for the occasional being that he knew. Most of the time, he acknowledged them with a nod of the head. A few got a wink or a smile. He couldn’t really talk to anyone because he still had his English chip stuck in the back of his head.