Page 2 of A Mate for Traxx

This creature is definitely not human, not with those color patterns and scales.

Perfect amethyst eyes dipped in silver rings stare back at me. I wave, but the creature only furrows his brow. Okay, so maybe they don’t know what a wave means? Shit, I really hope I didn’t just give him a sign that meant something different from what I think it means. I’ve heard stories of aliens and most of them haven’t been good. Were they true or were they embellished stories about creatures we didn’t truly understand? The creature keeps its eyes focused on me and fear causes my heart to beat double-time. This situation is taking me back to the stalker I’d had in my hometown. The true reason I’d left, hoping Alaska was far enough away that he couldn’t find me. Or at least it’d take him a while.Steve… the name still gives me uneasy chills.

All thoughts speed away from me as he edges closer to where I’m frozen in place. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. My breath picks up, and my heart pounds faster with each step he takes. My breathing is rapid, and I’m growing light-headed. It’s the last thing I remember as everything fades to black.

I rouse with the feeling of footsteps below me. Hazy neon colors are blurry in my vision, like when you get those drops in your eyes at the eye doctor.

Am I being carried? Entirely too out of it to fight, I burrow into the rich masculine smell surrounding me. At this point, even through my haze, I instinctively know it’s a male. The smell of sweet pine wraps around me tightly. No female alive can smell as good as he does.

He jostles me as he reaches his destination, and I realize I should probably wake up and figure out where I am, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m too comfortable in his arms. If this is a dream, I want to enjoy it for just a little while longer.

I’m gently placed into something warm and cozy, soft on my fingertips, and I curl into it before falling asleep once more.

A few hours later, I blink rapidly as I try to remove the sleep dew lining my eyes. I’m disoriented, yet still fully clothed. Good. At least I didn’t get picked up by a psycho.Well, I’m not sure I would rule psycho out yet.

Sitting up cautiously, I look around the room, taking in my surroundings. Not entirely sure what I’m looking for… maybe someone to jump out and tell me I’m onCandid Cameraand this is all a big hoax. I’m truly just having a far-fetched dream.

The room is very tidy, yet sparse. All of the colors from the compound are brightly displayed all over the walls. Pinks, blues, greens, and turquoise make up the color pattern splayed throughout. The turquoise bed I’m currently laying on is floating above the ground. The utopia not only exists outside, but inside as well. I wonder what else this beautiful place has to offer.

The bed feels otherworldly. It’s nothing like a human bed. For one, it’s huge. And I’m not talking about king size huge. An incredibly tall and broad dude probably sleeps here, and it ultimately leads me to wonder where in the heck the person who generally occupies this space is hiding.

I have a brief flashback of the creature I’d seen earlier and wonder if it’s the same one who’d brought me here. I appreciate the fact that I’m still clothed. He hadn’t done anything unsavorywhile I was unconscious. Not something I could say about the guys back home. They either ridiculed me for being overweight or tried to pressure me into things I wasn’t ready to do. A shiver tears through me again, but I shake it away.

I dip my feet off the side of the bed, and they don’t even touch the ground. With a hop down from the bed, I stroll to the dresser, and my gaze travels over the photos lining it covered in a smidge of dust. Some of them are of him with another type of alien, similar to him, yet different in its own way.

What I remember of him before passing out was more blue and purple, but these aliens have green scales. I get lost in snooping around his room when a loud, high pitched chirping sound garners my attention.

My feet are frozen in place as I watch the metal door slide open, grinding as if it needs a good coat of WD40.It’s him -the alien from the woods. Seven-feet tall, incredibly intimidating, yet sexy as hell. My gaze scours every inch of him, and I’m sure my mouth is hanging open in shock waiting for flies to catch. He is covered in blue and purple shaded scales. He has a shock of dark hair on his head, a scruffy beard, and rippling arm muscles.

So this is who the room belongs to? Okay… I could get used to this.

My core tingles, and I’m embarrassed over this instant attraction to him. I press my legs together to help ward off the strange feelings happening and hope that he can’t smell my arousal.

His gaze wandering over my body in appreciation tells me he likes what he sees, and the quirk to his lips as his nostrils flair says that my attempt to hide my arousal was futile.

Chapter 2

Traxx

Her eyes lock on mine, and the pull is instant, a sharp tug on the string of fate drawn between us.Mate!My body yells at me. This cute little curvy human is mymate. I have searched for her for years, and now it has only taken me one walk in Alaska to find her.

She has a curvy, wild beauty to her. A head covered in long, wavy, dark hair paired with piercing, golden-caramel eyes, and a bright white smile. Her hips cascade into shapely thighs. The suggestion of nubile curves hide behind those heavy winter clothes.

“Hello, little human,” I say, trying not to scare her off with my brusque voice.

She dips her head like she’s perplexed. “You can speak English?”

“I can.” I look to the side, giving her a view of the implanted translation chip inserted behind my ear.

She nods back at me with a small smile, but she doesn’t speak. The mate bond compels me to pull her in and crush her body to mine. I’m consumed with the need to take and claim her, but Ihave only known her for mere seconds, and I have a feeling she would not be happy with me. Today is the first time I have been this close to a human. They are much smaller and more delicate than I believed based on the pictures the general had provided to those of us who traveled over to Earth.

“What is your name, little one?” She bites her tiny, pink bottom lip, and I ball my hands at my sides to keep myself in place.

“My name is Rhea.” She pauses, looking around. “Did you bring me here?” Her voice sends a jolt of intense electricity raging through my body. I have never heard a sweeter sounding noise.

I nod.What is she thinking?The darkening of her eyes tells me there is a hint of interest between us, and I can smell her arousal from here, yet I will not bring it up. I merely draw in deep breaths, letting her sweet scent of strawberries pour into my system. Breathing it in makes both of my cocks throb, but I resist the urge to bury myself fully within her until she screams my name.

My mating cock brushes against my outer cock, and I revel in the feeling. I have been told about the mating cock for years, but this is the first time I have felt it spring to life.

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