Page 5 of Trak (Virilian Mail Order Mates #1)

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That seemed to shut her up, at least momentarily.

The female had a comeback for everything.

Everything . It was maddening. It made him want to remove the English chip permanently, just so he didn’t have to hear the words.

He could just listen to her voice and pretend she was saying nice things to him.

She had a lovely voice when she wasn’t snapping, or yelling, or telling him that she didn’t want to have sex with him.

He looked at her over the gently bubbling stew of the jati bath, which was a luxury he’d installed because he enjoyed it so very much.

High Sage Ferias had chosen a true beauty for him.

Anna’s red hair clung to her chest and shoulders in dark wet waves.

Creamy skin blushed easily and her delicate sprinkling of freckles intrigued him.

He’d never seen “freckles” before. The term was from his English vocabulary chip, and he was delighted to see the tiny tan marks sprinkled beyond her face to spray over her full breasts and shoulders.

She had a pert little nose, pouty pink lips, and wide green eyes that spat fire at him.

Hopefully, at some point, the fire in them would take a less hostile gleam.

Now, having been fed, relieved, and pampered in a healing bath, she didn’t appear quite as sharp-edged.

He considered reaching out and initiating contact again, but that was exactly what she expected him to do.

He could see it in the suspicious glint in those green eyes and had little doubt that she would lash out with all that pent-up stress from her unfortunate trip here.

The female was not willing, and that was that.

Resigned to not relieving the powerful ache between his thighs, Trak leaned back, eyes closed.

He would wait for her to touch him . He knew she found him attractive.

It had been hard to miss: dilated pupils, indrawn breath, hot flush, etc.

It was all there, and he’d seen similar reactions on plenty of females over plenty of cycles.

They found him appealing. Not just him—Virilians in general did well with females.

Unfortunately, so few species were biologically compatible for anything other than pleasure.

When several long moments went by without him feeling a hand on his knee or an “accidental” brush of her foot to his thigh, he opened his eyes to see what was going on. The female’s eyes were closed. Her face was slack. She’d fallen asleep in the jati bath and was slowly sliding into it.

He swiftly pulled her into his arms before she slid under the surface.

To his surprise, she settled against his chest with little more than a murmur.

She curled her fist in the dip between his pectoral muscles and remained sleeping.

He’d meant for the bath to be relaxing. Not that relaxing, thought.

Gently, he smoothed the hair off her face.

It was an opportunity to really look at her.

In sleep, she looked young. He knew her age to be twenty-five in human years.

He did wonder, despite his denials, why she needed money so badly that she was willing to rent her body to an alien male, sight unseen.

He could have been a sadistic monster and she would have been at his mercy.

With a frown, he carefully lifted her from the jati bath, stood still as warm jets of air dried their bodies, then carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She sighed as he tucked the covers around her. She didn’t wake, indicating how utterly exhausted she must have been.

He slid into bed alongside her, resigned to not having sex that night with anyone but himself, if he chose.

Well, he could go and find someone, but Trak didn’t want someone .

He wanted Anna. Instead, he eventually drifted off to sleep, listening to the deep draws of her breath and fantasizing about nestling his face between her naked breasts and burying his cock in what was likely a sweet, tight pussy.

Ah, he couldn’t wait. He was decent enough, but he wasn’t that bloody decent.