Natalie

      Holy effing hell. Roark was mine? Was this a cosmic joke? He stood before me, looming, all protective and growly and bossy, and I could do nothing but stare and wonder what drug I’d taken.

      This couldn’t be real. He was too perfect to be real.

      His clothes didn’t scream alien. His pants and boots were simple and black. He wore an odd gray tunic that highlighted every huge bulge of muscle on his massive chest and shoulders. He looked human, just a bit bigger than I was used to. He made Curtis, with his stringy blond hair, skinny torso and loafers, look like a twelve-year-old boy. Roark was all man. His hair was so dark it looked black, his eyes were focused and intense, the color of espresso. And his voice? It gave me shivers. So deep. So commanding. God, I wanted him to talk dirty to me in that voice.

       Fuck me, Natalie.

       You like that, naughty girl?

      Oh, good grief. What the hell was wrong with me?

      I transported halfway across the galaxy and woke up horny?

      Yes. Apparently, that was exactly what happened. But was it me, or him?

      So effing hot.

      “Lie down on the table, mate. The sooner I complete the medical exam, the sooner we can go. As I said, I have a surprise for you.” Roark’s lips grazed my cheek and I responded to him automatically, lying down on my back on the hard table. He tugged at the robe bunched under my hips and I lifted my bottom off the table as he pulled it free and tossed the soft fabric to the ground, forgotten.

      I licked my lips and tried to lie still, but it was difficult. I was naked and tried not to fidget or act weird. Nope. Nothing weird about this. I lay down naked on a table on an alien world before an Adonis and waited for some kind of freaky medical exam. No big deal. Yeah, right.

      “Good, Natalie.” Roark nodded his approval and I felt like a little kid who just received a gold star on a test. He stepped to the side and retrieved an oddly shaped object from a nearby stand. Returning, he stood on my right. His left hand settled gently on my right thigh. His right hand held aloft the weird medical thing as he looked down at me. “Are you ready, mate?”

      I could feel the frown crinkle my forehead, then smoothed it quickly, remembering my mother said that action would give me wrinkles.

      “What are you going to do?” Not that I had any choice, apparently, but I wanted to know.

      “I’m going to test your body’s reaction to stimuli, and ensure that you are fertile and able to accept my seed and make it grow.”

      “What?” I jerked upright but his hand settled on my chest, just above my breasts, pushing me back down. The chain swung and brushed against my belly.

      “The testing is required.”

      I felt my eyes widen as I studied the device in his hand more closely. It looked like a large dildo with a couple of crazy attachments. I did not approve of the direction my imagination was going with this one. “And what are you going to do with that thing, exactly?”

      He held me down, but his smile was pure male satisfaction. “I’m going to fuck you with it, and make you come so the doctor will know your body functions as a proper mate’s should.”

      “You’re out of your mind. That’s not medical,” I replied, sputtering at the insanity of his plan.

      He tilted his head as if I’d insulted him. Seriously? He was serious about this?

      “You do not wish to cooperate with the exam?”

      “We don’t have exams like this on Earth. This is crazy and definitely not necessary.”

      “You are on Trion now. Planetary law and custom demands you be tested. If you are not suitable, I will be forced to request another female.”

      That stopped me cold. No. This man was mine. He’d promised me already. The match had been made and I was not going back. I wasn’t going to let a stupid probe thing ruin this.

      Besides, maybe it would be just like my battery operated boyfriend back home. Heaven only knew how many times I’d had to resort to B-O-B when Curtis was too busy, or too tired, to take me to bed. “All right. Fine,” I grumbled. I was naked. I had nipple rings. He stood between my spread thighs. Perhaps he could make me come. Curtis certainly couldn’t. I sighed. “Just get it over with.”

      I relaxed under his hand and he smiled, heat simmering in his gaze. “This will be the last time you think that way about me putting something in your pussy.”

      Oh my.

      “Don’t try to get up once the test has begun. Don’t resist it.”

      The urge to roll my eyes was strong, but I held back. Barely. “I’ll try to hold still.”

      So, yeah, I thought I’d be able to deal with this. I was so wrong, right from the start.

      Roark lifted his hand from my chest and returned it to my thigh. His touch, while rough with callouses, was gentle and warm. “Open your legs for me. Let me see what’s mine.”

      That demanding, guttural voice shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. I wasn’t Natalie from Earth. He didn’t know anything about me, about my life on Earth. Here, on Trion, I could be whatever I wanted. Start again. The first thing I wanted was a man, a real man. Roark’s commanding tone, his very demanding tone had me bending my knees slightly and letting my legs fall wide. I couldn’t resist teasing him. The very naughty woman I’d always dreamed of being was definitely coming out to play. For him, at least.

      I watched his face for a reaction, and was not disappointed. His nostrils flared, as if he wanted to breathe in the scent of my arousal. His hand tightened on my thigh and he stepped to his right to get a better look. I glanced down at my body, unsurprised to see that my pussy was now hairless. The nipple rings tugged and pulled gently on my breasts at the oddest times, making me more aware of them than ever. When Warden Egara said I’d be prepared and then transported, she hadn’t been kidding.

      Roark set the medical probe down between my legs. I expected him to push it inside me, but instead he set it down on the table between my legs where I could not see it and slid his finger inside me instead.

      “You are not wet enough for the probe, Natalie. Your body is not ready.”

      His finger moved around inside me, as if he were exploring. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t going to be enough to make me come. He was light years away from making me come.

      “Sorry.” I resorted to my old standard, to apologize for being frigid in bed. Curtis said I was difficult, a cold fish. Maybe he was right.

      Roark shook his head and inserted a second finger into my body. “Hush, mate. Let me see to you.” He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth as he fucked me with two blunt fingers. My nipple was so sensitive, perhaps due to the ring, that I arched up off the table at the first touch of his tongue on the hardened peak. Why it wasn't hurting after being newly pierced, I had no idea. Of course, the thought of being transported across the universe was a little mind bending, too, so two rings in my nipples were perhaps nothing.

      “Roark.”