Page 3 of Trak
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 ofsexy 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?”
“Mynameis Anna Baker.” She got to her feet. “And Iamsupposed 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. “Holdstill, 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 wasno 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.
