Page 14 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

For a moment, there was silence, both of them nodding, until Marcus asked, “I suppose the question now is what do you want?”

“I want.... I want to see if I can give you both things.”

“No, that’s what you want for my sake, I want to know—”

“I said, I want to be that mother. That Queen. But, Marcus...” This was the hard part, the part that would risk everything, “I can’t be your Queen without being the mother to your cubs. For me... no. I don’t know what you’re asking, if you’re asking if I’m in love—”

“I’m not asking that,” he said quickly. Too quickly for her nerves.

“If this doesn’t work, you still deserve the chance to have a family with a woman—Queen—who can make your dreams come true.

All of those dreams. I’m not the jealous type, but I couldn’t let my husband or partner make love to someone else and not feel jealousy and hurt in my heart, even if he had such a good reason. I know you mentioned co-parenting—”

“But we deserve more, Abigail. You don’t even have to tell me all the details of your life for me to know it’s been hard,” Marcus slid to his knees, paws cupping her hands now, looking up at her with a crooked smile.

“Even if we’re only ever friends who enjoy each other’s company, each other’s passion—our lives will be happy.

Our child would be happy.” His paws clasped around hers more tightly. “I could make you happy.”

“You already do. Marcus, you already do.” She leaned forward and cupped his face, taking her hands back to stroke away the wild gray mane and run her fingers softly over the broad forehead and strong planes of his face, lifting it until she pressed her small mouth against his smiling lips.

The kiss grew, hope blotted out questions—and Marcus kicked the table away as he swept her backwards onto the bed.

“IS THIS STILL PART of the exam?” Abigail asked, a playful note in her voice. Her emotions had been on a wild ride, and they crash-landed into a sea of lust and tension as Marcus hovered over her.

“As a medical professional? No. As a lover? Yes. I want to conduct a thorough examination of this particular patient. My Queen. I want to make sure I know every piece of you intimately.”

Abigail took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as Marcus’ paws ran down her abdomen, one spread paw completely covering her from navel to pubic bone. “Marcus, you’re a doctor. I’m sure you already know—”

“I know nothing at all about pleasuring humans, aside from what I learned last night. I know the names of body parts, and I know injections, cycles, hormones, and blood tests. I want to know what it feels like for you when I do this .” With a slow, torturous drag of his paw, one padded digit pressed her clit and kept going past it, moving lower, pushing inside her entrance with a deep, steady pressure, the kind that made her thighs lock and her pussy flood.

“But I never even... No one ever took the time to help me find out. I never found out,” she breathed out, low and shaky, voice almost gone, hidden behind the urge to clamp her jaws shut and hide her sounds.

A long, slow thrust, in, then out, in, then out—Marcus kept repeating the gesture while his other paw cupped her breast. “It’s not too late to find out.

” His voice was a rumble that sent spirals through her middle, mimicking the slow, careful circles his thumb was now making across her clit.

“Are you worried I’ll hurt you?” he whispered.

Her closed eyes flew open. When he lay with her like this, halfway over top of her, it was easy to feel small and helpless—like she’d always felt back home.

“Not scared of you. Safe with you.” One hand reached up and tangled in his silvery mane, drawing him closer.

His much larger nose came close to hers, and she was the one who lifted her head up, “booping” them together, loving the deep, rolling chuckle that she earned from him.

“As long as you feel like you’re in good paws, then I won’t worry that you’re not enjoying my research,” Marcus breathed out, nuzzling against her.

Abigail released a long, satisfied groan as she wrapped her arms around him, letting herself be buried in silky fur and the hard lines of muscle under it. “I’m looking forward to your research, I’m just afraid I won’t be... I won’t do things right. That I won’t feel things the way I should.”

“The only thing you should feel is pleasure, and you’re going to teach me just what you like. You are not a test subject, you’re my Queen. We learn together. So far, I can tell that you like this.” His digit continued its long, slow thrusts.

Her walls squeezed against the intrusion, but that only made it feel better, with warm, confusing waves sweeping up to her chest and down to her thighs. “You touch spots others didn’t,” she admitted.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “I’ve studied human anatomy, male and female. One doesn’t need much to—”

“He didn’t have much, and he was quick about using it. I wasn’t upset by that. I didn’t much like it to begin with, so I was glad when it was—what?”

“You don’t like it?” Marcus’ paw stilled inside of her, and began to withdraw.

Like lightning, she crossed her legs, pinning his wrist, keeping him in place. “I didn’t like it with Brent—the only man I was ever with. I like it with you. I want to do more. With you.”

His sigh of relief made her smile. “It’s likely he was one of the fools that didn’t realize most of a woman’s pleasure comes from an external source—although it has been revealed to me by my colleagues—purely for my own education, of course, that human Queens receive a lot of pleasure from being filled for long periods of time.

I think that gives them the chance to have all the secret internal places pleasured, and the duration.

.. Well. We last longer than our human counterparts.

And perhaps we’re more appreciative of our Queens.

We don’t find it out of place to kneel before them—and worship. ”

Abigail gasped as he moved with agility and grace that she hadn’t seen before.

He was in a new position before she could blink, poised over her soft middle with its sags and silvery ripples of pale skin on “flabby” skin.

“Marcus, can you come back?” she entreated.

Tonight, the lights weren’t off. They were bright from the previous exam, and even adrenaline and lust didn’t blot out lingering shyness.

“No.” He said simply. “I like it where I am, thank you very much.”

WHEN HIS FACE WAS BURIED between her legs and her thighs were shaking against the sides of his muzzle, he lost part of himself. Maybe he found part of himself. Someone brasher, harsher, hungrier.

But she was different too, her hands in his mane, her panting cries short and sharp as he made her come with his tongue, took a breath, and started fucking her with his digits.

“Two this time,” he said with a long lick of her spasming, quivering slit.

Claws in, digits pressed tightly to each other, he pushed, and watched her stretch around him.

“Ooh,” she breathed out. “So full.”

The equivalent of two dinky human cocks—at least the one she’d experienced, Marcus thought. “I think you enjoy being full. Your pussy says so.” He thrust in and out, listening to the slick, juicy sound each push made.

“I do,” she breathed, eyes closed, head tilted back.

“Let’s work on a third. You’re swallowing these down so prettily. Look at that,” he praised as he pressed in all the way, his knuckles under her clit.

“I would, but I can’t see,” she quipped, a moan under her words.

Some devilment made him reach for her personal computer, lying on his bedside table. “I’ll show you.”

“What?” she gasped, and Marcus found his fingers drenched. He moved them faster.

My wild little Abi. Still waters running deep—deep as this sweet pussy will stretch by the time I’m done with it.

“I think you like the idea of seeing your pink tunnel stretched around me. You get so wet when I talk about it. Wetter when I make it happen.” He flicked on the homescreen, and the screen reflected her face, startled and flushed.

Then he moved it lower, positioning it between her legs, revealing her spread lips and stretching hole. “Don’t look away. You like this, I can tell.”

“I... Shouldn’t?”

“Why? It’s your own body. It’s a beautiful one. Intelligent people often are inspired by beauty. I find this sight very inspirational.”

“Stomach is soft. Silvery lines on my thighs.”

“Yes, like I said. Beautiful. Soft. Stretchy? Flexible?” Marcus had to drop the device to work his thumb across her clit while his other paw slowly tried to ease a third digit in to join his other two. Abi’s moans of pleasure turned uncertain.

“Don’t stop,” she instructed, but her thighs had gone stiff. Reluctant, afraid of pain.

“It’s all about angles and positions, Abi.” Two fingers still inside of her, he guided her to her stomach, coming up on the bed behind her.

“Like last night? Rubbing against me?” she asked, easily rising to her knees, hands spread out in front of her.

“Not yet.” Marcus made her pussy and his paws a sandwich, one paw on her mound rubbing the padding of flesh above her clit, grazing the hard pearl with the heel of her paw on every circle.

Inside of her, his digits worked to meet his other paw, rubbing against her upper wall as if he could burrow through.

And that’s not all, he thought, laying kisses across her waist, over her spine, and down her cheeks, until his tongue dared to flick out between them, rimming her tight, perfect back door.

“Marcus!” she cried, and he felt her spine arch down, hollowing out in confusion.

He said nothing, burying his face further, still working his paws, listening to her restless moans as her hips began to rock and twist in an uneasy dance, searching for a way to escape the pleasure overwhelming her—or perhaps give into it.

“You don’t like this?” he challenged.

“I... Don’t know.”