Page 19 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

“You have to remember that there’s still something of our ancient genetic code in us, no matter how many thousands of years since the first human/feline splice.

When you say things like that... I don’t want to be gentle.

Don’t want to be civilized.” His paw dug suddenly into her back where her spine met her hips, and she could feel the prickle of claws through the thin fabric of the lightweight dress she was wearing.

“How long does it take to get the shot?” she asked.

“I would do a quick blood draw as well to make sure the right hormone levels have risen, signalling that you’re ready to start.

But then... Abi, the heat cycle will make you want me, even if you really don’t feel it in your heart.

That’s not to say it turns you into some lustful beast without reason, it just..

. It might push your inclinations south. ” Marcus stared pointedly at her hips.

“How often will it make me want you?”

“Daily. Multiple times a day. For a month.”

She bit her lip, thinking.

Take a risk, whispered a little voice. Every risk you’ve taken with Marcus has paid off. He saved your life. Can’t you trust him about what he said about his motives? Be selfishly unselfish. Take the pleasure. If something beautiful comes of it, all the better.

Maybe it wasn’t very mature, but it was very honest.

And isn’t honesty some kind of maturity, her inner smartass argued.

“How long until it takes effect?”

“I’m not sure. With Layla, I think it was only a few hours, maybe the next day.”

“Then if you wait long enough to do the test and give me the booster, I promise I’ll make your reward a good one,” Abi purred.

Marcus licked his lips and reluctantly put her down. “What reward might that be?”

Her stomach tensed as adrenaline and want soared through her veins and landed with a shiver between her thighs. She didn’t answer at first, mouth suddenly dry. She took his wrist and guided his paw to the hollow between her legs.

Marcus sniffed in and let out a low, throbbing purr that made her body jump in response. “This?”

She nodded.

“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 SLIPSHOD job 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 LIGHTS down 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 HIM he 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.

“They’re not designed for that, but they work.” Marcus rose up, leaving his spot kneeling by the bed, and pulled over a chair. He sat in it and unzipped his Thermagyle trousers, that silky, leathery mix that hugged the skin and had an almost metallic sheen to it.

Abi watched as his cock sprang out, huge and hard. Marcus began to pump it, slowly at first.

“Aren’t you going to...” She trailed off.

“I’d like to see you do it first. I want to know what moves to make inside,” he said, gripping himself harder.

She could have argued that his tail, tongue, and paws had been inside her enough to know the answer. He just wants a show—and fuck, he’s giving me one.

Feeling scared and bold at the same time, her fingers closed around the cold silver.

These probes were clearly meant for Felids, she thought.

They were long and wide compared to human orifices.

She brought the one that she’d selected to her pussy and rolled it across her mound, then her clit, making the cool metal warmer as her skin rippled with goosebumps from the chilly silver surface.

Marcus’ breath gave an audible hitch as she slowly sank the rod into her and pulled it out, testing the depth each time, working it in a little further on every push, her pussy melting into a puddle as she squeezed around it.

The pleasure it delivered was muted, but Marcus’ eyes watching her work the long metal probe in and out of her juicy slit was making her crazy.

“Most beautiful, sexy Queen,” Marcus praised, breathless. “Comfortable?”

“Yes. Not pleasurable. Not yet.” Abi was learning that she should listen to her body, and her body wanted her to move, to find a new angle. She rolled to her knees, one hand still between her thighs to keep the metal toy in place.

IF I DIE RIGHT NOW ... Well, I went happy, Marcus thought as his cock swelled more than he believed possible.

Abigail was on her hands and knees, her hips and hand moving in tandem, pumping and sliding, slick silver soon showing rivulets of her juice flowing down the smooth surface.

Marcus put a generous fistful of the warming lubricant gel he’d brought with him all over the head of his cock, letting out a needy growl as his fist sheathed his tip, his eyes focused on the dripping pink hole he longed to ravish.

“I want you. This show is fun and games,” Abigail cooed over her shoulder, and fuck him if she didn’t even look more sexy like that, with her hair half-falling over her face.

“But I want you. The real thing. Not that it isn’t sexy as heck to see you stroking all of that delicious Leonid cock. So big. So... shiny?”

Marcus walked over to her, wondering if he should ask her to move and be on top the first time they tried to “mate.” Should he be over top of her, in what he believed was a traditional human position?

His brain filed those suggestions away, led by some darker, deeper impulses.

“My Queen. Mine. And such a pretty little pussy, taking so many inches. You took so much of my tail, too. I know it is much thinner, but you’re so wet, and this lubricant is medical grade.

I think...” Marcus came up behind her, a possessive paw digging into each soft cheek and squeezing. “I think we’ll have some success.”

“God, yes,” Abigail sighed as she pushed back into him. “I was never so full as I’ve been with you. And you’re so creative. So—”

She was talking, and he should be paying attention, but all he could do was stare at the tight pink paradise between her legs, saliva filling his mouth as her scent coated him from head to toe, wrapping around him and muting out everything else.

With a sudden huff of air, he pressed his muzzle to the back of her neck.

“My Queen.” It was a ragged, thankful prayer as her lithe, smooth back squirmed against the thick fur of his chest. His cock notched against her opening and felt the wet kiss of her opening on his head, even through the coating of thick, slippery gel.

Abigail’s fingers danced and rubbed over her folds, connecting with his tip on the downstroke. He wanted more of her, more of her touch, her sounds, her body. “My Abigail.”