Page 15 of Trak (Virilian Mail Order Mates #1)

Eleven

Whatever they were talking about, it was tense and serious and involved the pointing of weapons at one another, so it shocked her when Trak suddenly burst out laughing.

Laughing . Maybe this was all a big joke.

The four enormous green creatures who reminded her of the Incredible Hulk were not laughing.

In fact, they appeared insulted. Trak said something to them and fired his weapon.

It emitted a spurt of blue that made an arch toward the foursome without reaching them.

Trak whacked the gun against his other hand and muttered something that sounded like a curse.

Then he tossed the gun to the corner, shrugged, and grinned.

The green guys paused for a second. Maybe it took that long for the situation to register.

Then the leader let out a bellow and hurtled himself at them.

Anna held her breath and braced. Before impact, Trak’s hand came back, splayed on her belly, pushed her backwards and around the corner.

She gasped as that enormous body barreled on.

Trak dodged out of the way at the last moment, then pulled a wicked knife from the sheath on his hip.

That ridiculous grin stayed in place as he feinted and slashed out, now trying to hold off all four angry green Hulks.

They had him backing up with nowhere to go.

Anna stayed where she was, helpless. Nothing in this weird ship made sense to her, and there were four bad guys.

Even if she hit one of them with a pipe or something, the other three were there to repay the favor.

The leader Hulk swung a meaty fist and caught Trak in the eye. He immediately covered it with a hand and said, “Ow!”

Apparently they shared that word for pain. She was afraid she was going to see him pummeled to death. She looked from the useless gun on the floor back to the corridor they had come from. There had to be something to fight with.

But then she heard another pounding of feet up the ramp and three heavily armed Virilians filled the corridor.

The fighting all stopped. Terse words were exchanged for what felt like forever.

One of the Virilians, who looked older than the rest, tilted his gun to the side and shot the floor next to one of the Hulks.

That shot didn’t sputter, but made a puddle of melted metal that all the Hulks edged away from.

Discussion ended after that. The Hulks stormed off, fists clenched, spitting words at the Virilians, and Trak was fine, except for a swollen eye.

He sheathed his knife and walked up to her, appearing anxious.

His question wasn’t in English, but she knew he was asking if she was alright.

Anna nodded and brushed fingers over the swelling above his cheek.

With a grin, he turned and addressed the three Virilians who were standing there.

He pointed to her and said, “Anna.” Then he pointed to each of the males and said, “Pizol, Niir, Yanc,” and pressed a fist to his chest, and the males returned the gesture. She understood the introductions and nodded to the three, who gazed at her with curiosity.

There was more discussion between them, with gestures toward the ramp and her and the useless gun Trak had tried to shoot.

She could only imagine what they were talking about.

Then Trak wrapped an arm around her, tucked her against his side, and the group of them headed back to the Virilian sector of the station.

Anna recognized the narrow corridors and metal doors and let out a breath of relief.

Finally, they stopped at her and Trak’s room and the three males left.

They went inside and Trak put the English chip back in his head.

“Sorry about that, love.” He ran his hands up her arms. “Won’t happen again.”

“What was that?”

“A misunderstanding over a payment,” he replied. “Had nothing to do with me, honest. Dodgy bloke from another quadrant didn’t pay those fine gentlemen for their services. Worked it all out, though.” He winced and touched his swelling eye. “Sort of. Bloody bugger got me.”

Anna peered up at him. She squinted, noticing striations of red spidering out along his skin. They were too random to be veins. “What are these?” She placed her hand against his face and the red streaks faded away.

He deftly turned away from her, then caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Just a little fun Virilian biology. Happens when we have to fight…sometimes.”

Something was weird about his answer. She couldn’t put her finger on it. There was something more to those marks, but he wasn’t willing to share. Not yet. Maybe not ever. And that was okay. She wasn’t going to be here forever anyway.

“Your crew let those guys go. Should I be impressed by your restraint?” she asked.

“You should not,” he replied. “The leader of those green blokes is an ambassador of some fair importance. Killing them would have brought annoying consequences.”

“It seemed foolish to fight them.” She folded her arms. “Four on one, and you were grinning like a fool.”

He offered the same grin now, canines gleaming wolfishly. “Piece of cake, love. Besides, I knew my lads were on their way.” He tapped his ear. “V-link communicators are a must around here. Never know when you’re going to need a hand.”

She tilted her head, still curious about the exchange she couldn’t understand. “That one green guy said something that made you laugh. What was it?”

He went still then, and the grin dropped away. “He wanted you.”

Anna blinked. “What?”

“He offered to clear the debt in exchange for you.”

“And that was funny? ”

“Hilarious.”

She crossed her arms. “Really?”

“Of course. First of all, you’re not mine to give. You belong to you .” He tilted his head. “Now if you wanted to bind yourself to a Belka-Tu—”

“Stop.” He’d started out strong there, but naturally he couldn’t stop when he was ahead.

“And see how they compare to Virilians—”

She held up a hand. “I mean it. Ew.”

He was grinning again. “That’s what I thought.”

“What else?”

He frowned. “What d’you mean?”

“Try to keep up.” She raised an eyebrow. “You said, ‘first of all,’ which means there was a second reason you laughed. What was it?”

“Well, it’s ridiculous that he’d offer to cancel out fifteen thousand credits worth of debt for you. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it.”

“I’m not worth fifteen thousand credits?” She didn’t know who she was more annoyed with—him for the comment or herself for feeling a pang of hurt because of it.

A large hand closed on her waist and pulled her against him. “You’re worth infinitely more.” He slid his fingers through her hair. “I can’t think of a price for you that wouldn’t make me laugh.”

“Oh.” Her body sighed against him. “Nicely done, Trak.”

“What do you say we pick up where we left off?” Trak brushed his lips over her temple. “After we were so rudely interrupted by those Belka-Tus.”

She swallowed hard, but eased back. “Why don’t we take a look at that eye?” It was pretty swollen. “You need some ice on it.”

He sighed. “Ice. Right. You humans put ice on injuries. So strange.”

“What do you put on them?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “They just heal.”

She raised a brow. “Do you heal fast like Baylans—the aliens who came to Earth?”

“Ah, yes. Baylans.” Trak made a dramatic sigh. “Those blokes who can bend metal, and absorb knowledge, and heal instantly. I am sadly deficient compared to those magical beings.”

Anna leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I think you’re pretty magical.”

Her comment surprised them both. He froze, hands on her arms, and she went perfectly still.

What was that? Never in her life had she uttered something so corny.

She wasn’t even sure she meant it. No, she did.

She liked the guy. Maybe too much. Sharp teeth, blue tail, and all.

This thing that started out as a simple and straightforward agreement was getting complicated real quick.

The kiss came slow, deep, and lacking in all pretense. It was different, less designed, clumsier. Anna’s arms came up to loop around his neck and pull him closer. Hands greedily moved over her back, squeezed her ass, tunneled up into her hair.

This wasn’t the practiced lover she’d been used to over the past month—this was Trak, and he wanted more from her this time. She could feel it in the slight tremble of his body, the desperate grasp of his hands, and his tightly closed eyes.

It was so easy to melt into that, to allow herself to drop her own barriers a notch and allow her responses to be freer, too.

She tugged him toward the bed, pulling at the fastenings of his pants.

He shucked them and his boots quickly, yanking off the wide leather straps over his chest until he stood naked before her, wearing only the numerous bands on his wrists.

His cock stood long and proud before him, but there was vulnerability in the set of his mouth and the heat of his eyes.

He reached out and grasped the long, looping ropes of gold chain around her neck.

Slowly, he pulled her toward him. With his other hand, he took the neckline of her dress and ripped the thing down the middle.

Honestly, there wasn’t enough to the dress to make that move a dramatic one.

But Anna felt her body weaken and warmth spread out between her thighs.

“I want you to wear these,” he said, letting the chains fall between her breasts. “And nothing else.”

She let the ripped dress fall to the floor and climbed onto the bed.

She sat on her knees and beckoned him with a crooked finger.

He didn’t take his time. No saunter or swagger or grin this time, but he joined her there, reaching for her.

His hands found her breasts. Rough palms scraped over sensitive nipples.

His body was a glorious, rippling masterpiece of muscle and well-proportioned bones and skin that had been scarred and decorated and toughened over the course of his colorful life. Anna could not get enough of it.

She pushed him backwards and he fell into the pillows on his back.

Anna settled between his legs with her bottom up, and she took his cock in her hands.

She ran her hands up the silky shaft. He let out a moan and shuddered when she squeezed it.

The power she had over this magnificent male was intoxicating.

With an impish grin, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue down his length and rasping her teeth over the sensitive flesh.

She laved his cock with attention, marveling at his tightly leashed control.

He jerked and bucked, but did not try to take command.

This had nothing to do with trying to conceive an offspring. This was pleasure, for both of them.

His tail came up between them and slid between her legs.

She jerked at the surprise contact, but the sharp barb stayed away from her skin.

She glanced down to see his tail nestle between the wet folds of her sex and knew what was coming next.

Anna purred against the cock in her mouth as his tail started that delicious vibration, sending pleasurable shocks through her body.

She started to see stars. The ridges on his tail with that vibration sent her to the edge. She pulled her mouth off him. With a moan, she tipped her head back and gasped. Need coiled, twisted, and unfolded in a sharp orgasm that filled the room with the scent of their combined arousal.

His tail gave her pleasure but left her wanting more. Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled. Her body craved for a full release and to feel him come deep inside her.

Trak’s hands went to her hips and positioned her above his erect cock.

Anna splayed her hands on his solid chest and lowered herself onto him.

Her pussy was ready for him. After the past month of regular sex, she was used to his size and girth and craved every inch of him.

She couldn’t imagine being satisfied by a smaller cock after being filled up and fucked by this alien.

She lowered herself onto him, holding his heated gaze. His teeth were bared and his chest held the sheen of sweat as her pussy slowly swallowed his shaft. Her whole body sighed when all of him was inside her. This was where he belonged. Where she belonged.

Anna shoved that thought aside with a pinch of panic. She closed her eyes and rocked against him, sending shivers of bliss up her spine. He ground his hips upwards as she began to move, lifting up, then dropping down, impaling herself on his rod.

He matched her thrust for thrust, murmuring his need, whispering things that sounded oddly enough like poetry. His tail wrapped tightly around her calf.

She felt the familiar build of tension and fire and heat.

Her movements grew rougher, faster, as urgency built and the need for release overwhelmed all else.

Her legs were growing tired and he took over a bit, grasping her hips and controlling their movements.

He picked up the pace, driving them both toward release.

Anna pushed herself faster, sinking deeper onto his cock.

Her pussy walls twitched and spasmed. She gasped for breath, her heart racing.

He thrust up inside her, seeming to grow even larger within her as he neared orgasm.

Then the wave surged over her, flooding her body with explosions of pleasure.

She closed her eyes and rode the release, aching in the most delicious way.

Every nerve in her body was alive, rushed with thrill, and need, and satisfaction.

She may have said his name. She may have screamed it—she wasn’t sure.

Trak pounded into her hard. His muscles strained and his heart pounded beneath her hands. Anna felt his cock twitch inside her. He let out a growl and pumped his seed deep within her. She felt the warmth of it, washing over her depths.

This time, instead of separating from him and rolling to her side, she collapsed on top of him and wrapped herself around him. Trak folded her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. “I would pay more than fifteen thousand credits for that,” he said, because, of course.