Page 10 of A Mate for Traxx

Myperfection.

I think about her taste on my tongue.

Her puffy pink lips against mine.

Her sweet smell of Azania spun sweets that the children of Grekaria used to love to eat.

The urge to completely devour and claim her is driving me hard. I want so badly to thrust myself inside her so far that she knows exactly who she belongs to and where she should stay—here with me.

I take a chance to slow my breathing and really take her in. She is wearing a Grekarian robe in colors of blue and purple to match my own. It makes my blood pump knowing that she chose this color to match me. My heart leaps from my chest in the honor she has bestowed upon me.

I want to run my fingers through her hair, messing it up. To feel the silky strands against my skin. To smell the strawberry scent that lingers from the last time she washed herself.

Rhea takes two steps toward me and flattens her soft hands against my skin. I close my eyes and snap the feeling to memory. Her desire pulses through me, and I can smell the arousal pouring from her core. I need her desperately. I close my eyes briefly to calm myself down before speaking again. “I am ready, my mate. I can wait no longer.”

Heat flashes through her eyes, and I can see the outline of her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of the robe she’s wearing. Typical style says they do not wear any clothing beneath the robe, and I am dying to find out for myself if she followed that rule.

My cock raises at the mere thought of doing nothing but mounting my curvy little female. Her gaze drops from my eyes to my lips, and I can’t help my tongue as it slips out to wet them.

She traces the movement with her own eyes. I do not know how much longer I can survive, but I have to wait. My teasing works her up and makes her needy for me. I am the only one who can satisfy her. I am her mate.

Her warm hands trace circles on my chest, and my own nipples pebble with excitement. She slips her hands behind my neck and pulls me in closer.

My wrist com goes off loudly between us, disturbing the perfect moment we were sharing, and a low growl slips from deep within my throat.

“What?” I ask, my voice clearly irritated.

“We have the prisoner in the cells ready for you.”

“I shall be there in two moon days. I do not wish to be interrupted for the remainder of the day. I will be spending time getting to know my new mate in every conceivable way possible.” I smile down at her and love the blush that covers her cute little face.

I walk over to my floating bed and pull her into my lap as I sit down. She comes easily without any hesitation. “Let me make you feel good, my mate. I can tell you need me.”

She bites her bottom lip and nods her head, giving me permission. I am reveling in the submissiveness of this moment. She is trusting me with her body, and that step forward means everything.

“I will get us ready.” My voice takes on a deeper cadence.

Rhea squeaks out an okay. She is a little tense, this I can tell. I need her to relax. I will mate her, but I want to go slow. I want tofeel every single inch of her skin, feel the need pooling between her legs, smell her juices as they run only for me.

I reach back and cup a firm cheek in the palm of my hand. I love her bottom, so round and firm. The perfect size to palm. “Relax, little one.”

I begin to rub in gentle circles, ever so lightly.

“I want to talk for a little while. Tell me about you, Rhea.”

“Wha-what do you want to know?” The tremble in the cadence of her voice tells me she is nervous about what is going to happen, which is why I’m distracting her with a discussion.

“Do you have a job, school, a family? I have researched this thing humans between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three attend; I believe you call it a college. Have you been to one of these?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “No family, not anymore. My parents were killed just a short time ago. That's partially why I’m here in Alaska.” She chews her bottom lip, and the nervousness that pours through her tells me it’s not the only reason. I suppose I should be sad to hear of her family passing, but in all truth, it is what brought her here, so I have to say I am happy. I wait for her to say more, but she seems guarded on the subject. I decide to ask about it later on once we have grown to know each other better.

“I am sorry to hear this, Rhea.”

She shrugs. “These things happen, right? I mean, I didn’t expect them to stay forever, but I also didn’t expect them to leave so soon.”

We sit in silence for a moment before she speaks again. “How were you able to hear me talking to you earlier? You were like… inside my brain or something.”

“It is only something true mates are able to do. Communicate without words.”

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