Page 6 of A Mate for Traxx

My heart beats faster. What type of clothing does a Grekarian wear? I’m not skinny like other girls who look good in everything. What if I don’t look good in these clothes or I don’t like them? Are they revealing or flattering? Fear grips me as I fight with myself, trying to decide if staying here, even a moment longer, is worth it at all. The metal door slides open before us and I stand there, planted to the ground.

The Merink realizes I am no longer following her and turns to grab me.

What is Traxx doing right now?My mind keeps drifting off to thoughts of him. It’s an odd experience. No one has completely consumed my thoughts as much as he now does in such a short time.

“Your new clothes are in the closet there.” The Merink points to the doors on the left side of the room. Tentatively, I look into the closet and hope that I’ll find something comfortable and flattering.Here goes nothing.

Chapter 4

Traxx

I storm through the doors to the command center ready to rip someone's head off. The last thing I want to do is be away from my mate.

The instant Itouchedher,smelledher, I knew.She is mine.

Mine.

I will kill any other male who tries to take her from me.

Her voice sounds like a chorus of craderies. A similar noise to what humans call the small bird otherwise known as a canary—sweet, low, submissive. Add in her curvy hips, pert chest, and gorgeous smile, and my focus is completely clouded. I can’t think of anything but her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

One of the warriors cuts his gaze in my direction. “Commander Traxx. A Necorium ship has been spotted on the outer boundaries, and has been approaching us for over a moon day. However, it seems they have stalled. I need to know how you would like for us to proceed.”

“Track their movements. I want to be notified any time they make a move. It appears their trajectory is to the compound.” I grit my teeth. Of course the Necorium would show up now and reveal themselves when I have finally found my mate. Isn’t that just the way of things? Bad luck as they call it.

I have to wonder how they detected our location. The shields on the outside of the compound should have hidden our heat signatures. I plop down in my commander's chair and stare at the screen before me, watching their lack of movement on the flight path.Why have they stalled halfway here?“Guards! We need guards everywhere around the compound. Double check everything. No one comes in or out until we can secure the base.” My brothers rush around, shouting orders and calling everyone to arms.

It has been months since we’ve come across the Necorium. There are not many of these creatures left in existence. Not since we destroyed their corrupt planet. They were ruthless, stealing women to sell at the human market—for either pleasure, skin, or pets.

A Grekarian would never treat a female so poorly.

My female is to be treasured, and I will remind her every single day. No harm will come to her on my watch. Nothing will stand in my way to claim her. I simply have to convince her I am worthy.

When I think of Rhea, a particular kind of euphoria floods my body. The only other time I have felt this was when I was a commander in the army.

All of a sudden a nagging feeling twists my gut, and a growl escapes me. We may not be truly mated, but I can feel anxiety threading across the new beginning of our bond.

There is a need within me to go find my mate and wrap her in my arms so I can verify she is well. “Notify me if anything should happen with this ship.”

I get up and head toward my quarters. This protectiveness has never reared its head, but now it roars through my veins.

My steps pound against the floor as I hurriedly make my way to my living area. The Merink should have returned her to my room by now.

The door clicks before gliding open, and my jaw drops. There, in the middle of my room, stands my mate in Grekarian garb. A stunning fluorescent colored modaga—the ancient robes of our ancestral females—covers her. My heart swells with happiness as my eyes rove over her body.

I walk over to her, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her toward me. I attack her lips with my own before she has a chance to deny me.

Her plump lips against mine are filled with softness.

I ravish them, crushing her to me. The caress of her lips on my mouth sets my body aflame, and my cock rises below my pants. I run my tongue lightly against the seam of her lips, requesting entry. She opens lightly, and I thrust my tongue inside in an exploratory kiss.

A fiery passion ignites within me. I want to devour her more, but I don’t want to scare her. Right now, she’s allowing me to kiss her, and I will do nothing to interfere with it.

One of my arms rests against her waist, while the other slides down her back to her perfectly plump ass. It easily fills my hand. I squeeze, pulling her even closer, wishing that I could feel her skin against my own.

Do my scales intimidate her? Is she going to be able to take my size? Is she going to be disgusted by my having two cocks? Is she happy that I am her mate, or is she embarrassed of me? I am a strong, capable male, and will do everything in my power to please her.

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