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Eighteen

It had been an Earth month since Anna’s kidnapping. To her relief, Trak did go back to “normal.”

Normal, of course, was a relative term when discussing an alien dude with a blue tail who occasionally went nuclear and grew flaming horns.

It took about three days for him to transform back into his former, non-heat-producing self.

His high body temperature wound up damaging his English chip so they had to play charades for a cycle until he could get a new one.

However, Anna was making progress on learning Virilian.

She was also beginning to study the universal language for the quadrant they were in.

She wasn’t sure how useful it would be, because Trak’s ship frequented three quadrants that all had different universal languages.

So, none of it was very universal. Everyone used it on the ship, so communicating was getting easier.

Maybe one day she would break down and get a neural implant, like Trak.

For now, she’d learn languages the hard way.

As promised, Trak immediately got Anna’s brother the funds he needed to pay for regular and timely medical treatments.

He worked with a Baylan Saar-king who had a human mate.

Anna wasn’t up on all the Baylan stuff on Earth.

She’d always been too busy trying to make ends meet to be tuned in to their adventures and what human woman they found themselves mated to, but she’d heard of the Saar-king named Harc Gral-Nak and was very grateful to the Baylan and his mate, Olivia, for helping her.

Baylans had something of a trade agreement with the leaders of Earth and helped Trak sell gold and rare earth elements to humans.

The funds were deposited into Jimmy’s bank account.

Anna’s five million dollars would still go to her brother.

She certainly didn’t need American dollars up here with Trak.

The only sadness was that she wouldn’t get to see her brother as often as she used to, but it was time they both found their own way in life.

Trak had promised her that they would make the rounds to Earth once or twice an Earth year.

Anna called Trak’s ship “The Crib,” because more than likely, their baby would be born on it and spend his babyhood there.

They were on a long mission to deliver some promised goods and to pick up a few shipments.

The Crib was spacious enough to give everyone their own space, but tight enough to be cozy.

Every member of Trak’s crew was excited about the arrival of the baby Virilian-Human.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Trak nodded to his seat on the command deck. They stood before the huge glass window. The current view was a crystalline moon made of ice. A team had been dispatched to collect ice for the water supply.

“No thanks.”

“Nandi says you should be off your feet.” He brushed a hand over her small, but growing bump. Gestation was drastically accelerated with Virilians.

“Good for Nandi.” Anna sat plenty. By now, she knew every inch of The Crib.

She knew the best spots to take quiet naps where she was less likely to be woken up by her noisy Virilian shipmates.

She napped plenty. The baby simply devoured her energy, even with the special high-nutrient diet Nandi fed her.

“She’ll sit when she wants to sit.” This, from Pizol, who didn’t look up from his console screen. “She doesn’t need two nurses, Trak.”

Pizol had turned out to be a surprising ally. The instant she was introduced to him as a new permanent member of the crew and Trak’s partner, the first officer had embraced her like a sister. It was nice, having a sort-of brother aboard the ship.

Niir swiveled around in his chair. “Actually, physical activity is encouraged for expecting women. Keeps their muscles toned.”

Trak sighed and wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on her belly.

He did this often, smiling at each kick and movement of the squirmy baby growing inside her.

She was not due for another two Earth months, but her son—it had been confirmed—felt quite eager to put himself out in the world.

She rested her back against his broad chest. “Very well, Anna. Please keep standing,” he said dryly. “I insist.”

He had added another tattoo to his shoulder and a new band around his wrist—a piece of silian leather cut from Giru Limpa’s vest. Anna was content to let Nandi fix her red hair in elaborate braids in the style of Virilian brides and dress her in the sleek jumpsuits that conformed to her changing body and allowed her comfortable mobility while moving about The Crib.

Trak’s wide, capable hands slid over her belly, causing a familiar warmth and tingling to curl inside her. She smiled sweetly up at him. “Actually, come to think of it, I am getting a bit tired.”

He frowned down at her. “You are?”

She covered his hands with her own. “Mm-hmm.” It took him a moment to register her meaning, but she saw the dawning on his face.

“Oh. Yes. Tired .” He gave her bottom a little pat and then took her hand. “I’m taking Anna back to our quarters for a nap. Pizol, ring me for emergencies only.”

“Yes, sir.” His first officer raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The crew were used to the frequent “naps” of Prince Trak and his new mate. “We are four pevicycles away from our destination.”

“Very good.” Trak tugged her hand to the exit. “Carry on.”

Niir mumbled something neither of them lingered long enough to hear as they hurried to their chambers.

They had a long way to go and hurtling through empty space was deadly boring. Anna could hardly think of a better way to pass the time than holed up in their chamber. She hardly needed an excuse to get her male naked. Half the time, she could barely get him to keep his pants on around her.

Inside, they tumbled on the bed. Trak held her, bracing her fall onto the cushions. He was extremely protective of the baby she carried and Anna found herself utterly charmed by it.

He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her deeply, drawing a moan from her throat. No matter how many times they fell into each other’s arms, she felt the same rush of arousal, the same excitement and thrill. He pulled back and ran his fingers over her braids.

“You will like where we are going,” he told her. “It’s warm and there are springs that have healing properties.”

“Sounds wonderful,” she murmured.

“There are also carnivorous creatures the size of this ship who could eat us all without even realizing it, but I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Oh sure. You’ll protect me, right?”

“Of course.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’ll stay on the ship.”

“Nonsense. You’ll be safe.” He rubbed his hands over her back. “I promise. We have to transfer the shipment of dir—”

Anna leaned forward and kissed him. Her mouth knew his as well as her own and she knew how to elicit a moan from him using her tongue and teeth and lips. She leaned back enough to see the hot hunger gleaming in his bright blue eyes. “You know the rule—no business in bed. Try to keep up, Trak.”

THE END

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This was a fun story to write with all its adventure, action, humor and yes, plenty of steam.

Trak was my equivalent of a rock star alien (without the guitar) and I had a blast coming up with his quirks and swagger.

Anna was a strong match for him, as she took no crap and gave as good as she got.

Her story was about heartbreak and resilience, and both of them learned how to find love by taking chances.

The next story takes us to their planet, Virilia, which, as the next heroine will learn, is nothing like Earth.

For a preview of book 2, keep reading:

VIRILIAN MAIL ORDER MATES: DREX

Chapter One

The project had been successful. Last time, ten women had been matched with Virilian males.

Seven of them had returned to Earth and three had chosen to remain with the child they produced and the male they had been paired with.

All had been paid what had been promised: the sum of five million dollars.

Madison McGurdy didn’t care about the money. She’d sooner burn that five million in a bathtub than return to Earth. If she was chosen, she was never coming back.

They stood outdoors in a desert. Tanks, helicopters, and other large transport vehicles surrounded them in a loose, distant circle.

Waiting in a cluster, farther away, sat other ships—vessels designated to take the chosen up into the stars to their mates.

Madison’s gaze flicked to them with anticipation and nervousness.

It was wearing on her, this state of being on edge, of feeling like she was always being watched.

Getting here was a miracle in itself. Madison had gone to great lengths to get this far.

She was always being watched. The trip to the airport had been tricky.

She was sure someone had followed her, but no one stopped the helicopter that took her and several other women to this secret location where the selection would be held.

She’d willingly donned the blackout helmet and swapped her clothes for a simple white shift.

The last batch of women had to do this naked because it had been thought the Virilian Sage who did the choosing needed nothing encumbering her unique vision.

This turned out not to be the case. Now she stood in a line with several hundred other women as the desert sand cooled beneath their feet and the sun slid toward the horizon.

The setting sun bathed the desert in shades of red, orange, magenta. Hopefully, this would be the last sunset she would ever see on this planet. The women in line with her were vague shapes. Her whole focus was on those waiting alien ships. Surely she wasn’t the only one running from something.