Page 6 of Zahhn's Mate
His eyes are the exact shade of purple I’ve seen recently in my dreams. I don’t understand it, and it’s a little bit too strange to write off as a coincidence. Especially considering the strong pull I’ve felt toward the Darrvason fleet, theHaxxalin particular.
I want to ask the Darrvason doctor if he lives on theHaxxal, but I’m frightened of the answer. If he says yes, what will that mean?
I remind myself I’m too old to be claimed by a Darrvason. The aliens want human women in the nineteen to twenty-five age range. That means I won’t be considered for breeding purposes.
Why doesn’t this knowledge bring me relief?
My pulse accelerates when the doctor guides me into an exam room and no one follows us. Holy shit, we really are going to be alone. How much poking and prodding does he plan to do?
The huge alien male steps away from me and sets his medical bag on a counter. As I stand awkwardly in the room, my gaze snags on the exam table. It doesn’t look like an ordinary exam table. There are lights coming down from the ceiling, and the table itself features the kind of stirrups that are used during a gynecological exam. I swallow hard and absently rub at my chafed wrists.
Will he actually take a peek at medown there?
I flush and press my thighs together as a heated pulsing sensation affects my core. Why am I so breathless? Why do I feel achy and unsettled between my legs?
As I study the alien doctor, the same longing that reverberates through me every time I gaze at the Darrvason fleet surges through me. I watch as he opens his medical bag and sets several items on the counter, two of which appear to be large, silver phallus-shaped objects.
But surely those two objects can’t be what I think they are. I mean, what kind of doctor carries around replicas of male appendages in his medical bag? I almost laugh at the absurdity of the idea. I remind myself that I’m unfamiliar with Darrvason technology. For all I know, the objects could be dermal regenerators or some kind of sanitation devices.
The doctor turns to face me, and I notice he’s holding a small flashing device in one of his large, six-fingered hands. I take a moment to admire his features. He stands over seven feet tall, and he’s wearing black, form-fitting pants and a long-sleeved shirt over his well-muscled body. The flesh that is visible is dark and textured. The hair atop his head, as well as his facial hair, is black but peppered with strands of white, giving hima distinguished look. He’s the most handsome male I’ve ever encountered, and I flush anew as he approaches me.
“What is your name, little human?” he asks in a deep rumbling tone that incites more heated pulses between my thighs. I can’t be sure, but I think I’m becoming wetdown there, and I can’t fathom a reason for it.
My mouth goes dry, but somehow, I manage to reply. “Leona.”
“Lee-oon-ahh.” He says my name slowly, as though he’s savoring each syllable. “I am Doctor Zahhn.”
I blink, unsure how I should respond. Given the circumstances, ‘It’s nice to meet you, Doctor Zahhn’, doesn’t feel quite right. I stare at him stupidly as my body seems to come alive in his presence. I have the sudden urge to rub myself against him and tear off his clothes. God, what is wrong with me?
I can’t help but wonder if the last hormone suppression shot I received was defective. I’m no expert in matters of fornication, but I’m starting to worry that the breathlessness and heated pulses afflicting me might be desire.
Doctor Zahhn taps the surface of the white, padded exam table. “Please remove your clothing, Leona, and have a seat. I would like to get started immediately.”
I wrap my arms around my center and take two steps back. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m shaking my head in refusal. “No, I… there’s no need for me to remove my clothes. Please, I would prefer to remain dressed.” I can’t fathom getting naked in front of this handsome alien male. What will he think when he discovers the moisture I feel gathering in my panties? Shame heats my face, and I take another step back.
His visage becomes stern, and I get the vibe that he’s not used to being challenged. Well, too bad. Because I’m not taking my clothes off.
“You must be fully naked during your exam, human female.” He taps the surface of the exam table again. “We were promised our patients would be compliant. It’s my understanding that your sentence in the brig will be significantly reduced in exchange for your cooperation. I suggest you obey my instructions and be a good little patient, Leona.”
“What?” Shock ripples through me. “No one told me any of that. Are you certain my sentence will be reduced?” Not that I’ve been formally sentenced yet. But maybe that’s why Commander Hampton arrested several women on bogus charges recently. So he would have a ready supply of female patients for the aliens to examine.
“Yes, I am certain. Emperor Radakk has ordered your captain to release the females we examine from the brig very soon, within the next few days. He intends to check back in with Captain Warren to ensure his orders have been followed.” Doctor Zahhn looks me up and down, and though I can’t be sure, I think I glimpse a spark of heat in his eyes.
“Well, that’s a relief.” I try but fail to suppress a shudder. “I was facing at least five years in the brig.”
“Five years? What did you do?” Doctor Zahhn closes the distance between us and reaches for my forehead. Trembles besiege me as he brushes an errant lock of hair behind my ear. His touch is everything and I cannot get enough.
What would it be like if he… hugged me? The longing inside me soars, and I close my eyes briefly as I imagine him wrapping me in a tender embrace.
“Leona?” he prompts, his deep voice threaded with the barest hint of impatience. “What did you do to warrant at least five years in the brig?”
I exhale slowly. Should I tell the truth? But if I reveal the truth, will Doctor Zahhn think I’m lying? For a reason Ican’t fathom, the idea of him thinking I’m dishonest makes my stomach twist.
“I didn’t do anything,” I finally say. Oh, how I wish he would brush another lock of hair behind my ear. I resist the urge to step closer to his muscular form. “Well, technically all I did was remain in the corridors after curfew, but after Commander Hampton caught me, I suppose I became a tad too argumentative for his liking, and he planted drugs on me in retaliation. Getting caught after curfew only warrants a night in the brig. Or it used to. The drug charge, however, would’ve seen me locked up for years.” Though I’m exceedingly nervous about getting naked in front of Doctor Zahhn and allowing him to examine me, it’s a tremendous relief to know I’ll be going home soon. Back to the quarters I share with my distant father, and back to my usual routine of working in the mess hall followed by spending my evenings managing the speakeasy.
Life will return to normal soon. I just have to endure a medical exam performed by a sinfully handsome alien doctor who makes me feel warm and tingly all over.
“I will inform Emperor Radakk that Commander Hampton is corrupt and not to be trusted. Thank you for sharing that information, Leona, however I am sorry about what he did to you.” A frown creases the doctor’s brow, and he appears deep in thought for a few moments.
