Page 34 of Healing the Leonid Doctor's Heart
“That’s an excellent reward.”
“I thought you could do whatever you liked with it. I trust you. I know it’ll feel good.”
His eyes widened, and for a second, they were predator eyes, gold disks shining before he shook himself out of it. “Let’s go.”
IT WAS THE MOST SLIPSHODjob he’d ever done, with his paws shaking like a school cub’s, his mind going down dark and perverted alleyways as he took her blood and bandaged her arm, packing a bag of lubricant, long cylinders of silver. Abi made him selfish, made him feral. He wanted every inch of her, he wanted a show, he wanted to stretch her and fuck her, and hear her beg—and then curl up with his head on her tiny little lap and look up at her like the pale angel she was.
“Levels are in range,” he said, tapping data into her file. “We’ll start the booster protocol today, and by this time next month—we’ll know if it worked.”
“What if it doesn't?"
“We try again. We try as often as you like.”
“But what if—”
“Can part of my reward be that you don’t second-guess your doctor—just this once?” Marcus asked, taking a syringe and filling it.
She nodded and stuck out her arm. “I suppose I should ask about side effects?”
“You’re going to feel very hot and very aroused all the time.”
“That’s not so bad.”
“I’m here to help with the second part,” Marcus chuckled and pushed the tip of the needle into her arm. “There we go,” he breathed, injection complete. “Now, Skyla’s got the med bay. I say we take dinner back to your quarters so I can get my reward. If anyone asks, I’ll say we’re going over some items pursuant to reproductive medicine and possible candidates.” He helped her down from the table, paws around her waist.
“Telling the truth, there.” Abigail smiled.
MARCUS TURNED THE LIGHTSdown low, and they both ignored the food.
“I’m already overheating,” Abi hissed, stripping off her dress and stepping out of her slipper-like shoes.
“Placebo effect. It can’t happen quite that fast,” Marcus reassured.
In response, she stormed up to him, grabbed him under the chin, her fist in the thickest ruff of fur at the edge of his jaw, and yanked his head down to hers, kissing him deeply while she shimmied out of her panties and bra.
“Does that feel like a placebo effect?” she demanded.
“No, my Queen,” he said, trying to catch his breath, following her eagerly as she walked away.
ANYTHING. I TOLD HIMhe could do anything to my pussy.
Abigail stretched and sighed as Marcus draped her legs over his shoulders and began to eat her like a starving, ravenous beast, tongue burrowing inside, paws gripping her thighs in a bruising grip.
“You are the sexiest Queen, Abi,” he moaned between licks. “You know why?”
“Ohhhh. Why?” She could barely make words, or make sense of words. His textured tongue twirled over her clit, and then his mouth full of deadly sharp teeth sucked in each fold as if sipping some delicacy.
“You have this refinement about you in public. Very sweet. Demure. A lady through and through. And when you’re in here, alone with me, I get to see another side of you. A secret side.”
“The same with you,” she realized.
“The side that craves a little hedonism. A little feral pleasure before you go back to columns of numbers and files, board games and tea.”
“Fuuuuck,” Abi groaned as the orgasm started to build, surprisingly fast and hard. “Marcus, I’m so close already.”
“Good girl. Get ready for me?” he whispered, and something pressed into her palm.
She opened her eyes and blushed. “Sex toys?” There were long, thick silver probes lying next to her leg. They glinted in the dim light.
