Page 3 of Trak (Virilian Mail Order Mates #1)

Three

Anna huddled in the corner, behind the bed. The door was opening. Light from the corridor outside cast a sliver of white inside the room. Someone came inside. She could hear heavy footsteps. The door clicked shut, slicing off the outside light.

The chamber was large, but there was no place to effectively hide.

The most prominent piece of furniture was a lavish platform bed, piled high with silky pillows.

The sight of it had made her stomach churn.

There were a half dozen doors leading off this room, but all of them were locked. She’d tried them.

“Hello?” said a deep male voice, except it sounded more like, “‘Ello,” like a British guy would say. “I say, where are you?”

She said nothing, but pressed herself deeper into the corner, pulling the scratchy blanket tightly around herself.

The dark room threw shadows as the male drew closer.

Was this her intended…what? Lover? That did not seem like the appropriate word.

Rapist? Hopefully not. She’d agreed to have sex with this guy, but the terms of the contract stipulated that sex would not be forced upon them.

A pair of booted feet appeared before her.

“Ah,” said the male. “There you are.”

Anna slowly raised her gaze, up the booted feet, over long, muscled, leather-encased legs.

Her eyes widened at the bulge between his thighs, before moving upwards, to a wide chest crossed with thick leather straps extending over each shoulder and across his body, making an X pattern.

Tattoos decorated his skin in both images and what appeared to be words.

He wore a collection of bracelets on each wrist—metal, chain, leather—all different materials were represented, along with the occasional odd marking on them.

Then, she got to his face. Anna’s breath vacated her lungs in one surprised exhale.

Here was a Norse god, towering before her, in the actual flesh.

He had bone structure to die for, with high cheekbones, a straight nose and a jawline made for Hollywood.

A pair of sexy lips curled up at the edges.

Eyes, a brighter blue than would be natural on Earth, were lined with a dark substance like eyeliner, or maybe that was just how his skin was.

Dark brows crooked over those arresting eyes. One was arched in amusement.

A long blue tail swished behind him, ending in a long, sharp barb.

“Hello, love,” he drawled in that distinctly British accent.

“What are you doing in the corner, cowering like that?” His gaze traced over her.

“This won’t do a’tall. I expected you on the bed, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my cock.

” To demonstrate, he cupped himself, as if she had failed to notice the presence of his genitals before.

Anna took in his words, but they absolutely did not compute. Maybe she’d heard him wrong. “What?” she asked. “Are you out of your mind?”

“I don’t believe so.” He frowned, clearly confused. “I say, are we speaking different languages?”

She shook her head. “Who are you, anyway? And why do you sound British?”

He stood up straighter. “I am Prince Trak of the Exir fleet. You are the human female sent to produce my offspring.” He cocked his head and got a wary look in his eye. “You are, right? You’re… What is your name? Did they bring me the wrong female?”

“My name is Anna Baker.” She got to her feet.

“And I am supposed to be here, but I was put in chains— naked —and it was freezing on that ship,” she snapped, arms waving.

“If that’s how you people treat women, it’s no wonder you have to ship them in.

I’m hungry and thirsty, and you have no idea how badly I have to pee. ”

“Chains?”

“Yes. Try to keep up.” She pulled up the bottom of the blanket, where her ankles were scraped and raw.

“ Chains . I thought I was being taken to some slave trade, or—or someplace to be tortured and have my organs harvested. They wouldn’t even let me say goodbye to my family.

” Tears pricked in her eyes, to her annoyance.

“And I’m so fucking hungry I could eat a living horse. ”

He abruptly scooped her up and she let out a yelp. With little delicacy, he dropped her into the mass of pillows on the bed and proceeded to whip away the blanket.

“Hey!” Anna yelled, kicking out. If he thought he could just stick it in her just like that, he was mistaken. “Get off me!”

He held both her legs in an iron grip and gave her a quelling look. “Hold still , female. I am not going to hurt you.”

She made to fight him again, but noticed that he was not trying to pry her legs apart. His attention was on her ankles, or rather, the torn skin there.

“You are bleeding.” His jaw tightened. “This won’t do. They were supposed to deliver you undamaged.”

Undamaged . As if she were a box dropped by a postal worker.

The fight went out of her then. Partly because of hunger, partly because everything about this was hopeless.

She didn’t have a stitch of clothes. If he wanted to rape her, nothing she did could stop him.

This had been the worst idea of her life.

If only she had realized that before she signed the contract agreeing to come here.

He picked her up again, holding her against his chest. Anna closed her eyes as he carried her to one of the doors.

It unlocked for him, and he brought her inside a room nearly as big as the bedchamber.

She blinked at the amber-lit room. It was a bathroom, sort of.

There was a tub, anyway. A giant one, of course.

It looked more like a hot tub, and there was a thing that vaguely looked like a toilet. She sincerely hoped it was.

He placed her on the floor carefully and gestured to the toilet-like thing. “You may go relieve yourself.”

She looked longingly at the commode. “Can I have some privacy?”

His brow furrowed. “Why?”

“Because…” Was he seriously asking this? “Because it’s a private thing. You want to watch me pee?”

His mouth curved in a wicked grin. “I want to watch everything, love.”

“Ew.” Anna held up a hand. “I would appreciate it if you’d turn your back, at least.”

“You’re bloody ridiculous,” he said, but he turned around. “I know what you’re doing. What difference does it make if I see it?”

“It just does,” Anna said as she settled on the toilet that was clearly designed for someone larger than herself.

“I’m happy to let you watch me pee.”

“Gross. No, thank you,” she swiftly replied.

“Why don’t you let me—”

“I said no!”

She heard his sigh, as well as her own, as she relieved her poor bladder. There was no toilet paper, but she pressed a black button on the wall and a jet of cold steam shot up into her crotch. She let out a yelp as it hit with far more force than was comfortable.

“I was going to show you how to adjust the pressure.”

“Great.” Anna shivered and shook her head. She felt utterly miserable. “Um. Do you have a towel?”

“May I turn around now?” he asked in a mocking tone.

“Can I please just have a towel?”

He turned around anyway, fixing her with a twinkling, mischievous look. “I will give you something better, love.” He sauntered over to her.

“I’m not bumping uglies with you.” Anna looked up at him with her most withering expression. She was simply done . “Unless it involves food and a dry towel, I’m not interested.”

“I promise it will be so good, you’ll be begging for more.”

Damn it . “There is absolutely nothing you can do or say right now that will make me want to have sex with you.”

“Pity.” He took a long, lingering look up and down her body.

His gaze was appreciative, and Trak was a very attractive male.

She felt the faintest of stirrings in her body.

The stiffening of her nipples and the whisper of a tingling in her pussy were enough of an indicator that she could be attracted to him.

It was a good thing, because her whole purpose in being there was to have sex with him and provide a much-needed—and treasured, apparently—offspring.

Anna, herself, had no faith in her own abilities to parent.

It wasn’t as if she’d had any decent examples to follow.

He held up a finger and crossed to the giant tub. He pressed a few buttons and it instantly filled with a bubbling substance that gave off a warm, soothing scent. He held out his hands in a flourish.

“You…you poured me a bath?” she asked, suspicious.

“Yes. It’s clear we won’t be—what was that term?— bumping uglies in the immediate future, but I thought you’d enjoy this after your long ordeal. This substance has healing properties, so it will help sooth your injuries.”

“That was thoughtful—”

“—And it might put you in the mood to—”

“Do not say ‘bumping uglies’ again.” She rolled her eyes. “Do you think about anything else?”

“It’s difficult to around you.” He raised that eyebrow again. “You’re very beautiful. And you intrigue me.”

Anna couldn’t help the blush that warmed her cheeks or deny that the bath looked like heaven. She moved forward and accepted his hand as she stepped over the edge and sank into a warm, slightly thick substance. The bottom of the tub was lit with a blue light that was immediately relaxing.

Despite the fact that she was far from home, stuck in a space station with a horny alien dude whom she was contractually obligated to have sex with, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the tub.

Something blunt and rounded bumped insistently against her closed lips. Her eyes flew open, afraid of what she’d see—expecting a Virilian with a hard-on looming over her, but instead, the thing at her mouth was attached to a two-pronged fork and it smelled a bit like butter.

“I do say, you have a dirty, dirty mind,” the alien drawled. “Now open up.”

“What is this?” she asked.

“You said you were hungry.” He tapped the thing on the fork against her lips again. “I brought you food. I do not have a living horse, but hopefully this will do.”