Page 21 of Trak
“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 annoyedwith—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 thatwouldn’tmake 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 wasthat?Never in her life had she uttered something so corny. She wasn’t even sure she meant it. No, she did. Shelikedthe 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 numerousbands 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 theneed 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. Whereshebelonged.
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.
