Page 21 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

“ D o you think people will know?” Abi asked, lounging across from Marcus, oddly tired and unwilling to get up.

“Aside from the fact that I’m leaving your room before the morning shift?

They might. Skyla might suspect. She’ll do the inventory check, and it’ll show one dose of serum is missing.

I signed it out last night for personal use.

That’s not uncommon, though. I’m continually testing and working on revisions to my formula to improve biouptake.

Plus, I have my little hobbies. My next hurdle is Canid-human hybrids. ”

“What? Really? I thought their females were not impacted like yours.”

Marcus gave a lazy smile, his paw kneading her hip. “Maybe not. Sometimes you fall in love with someone from another species. Can’t help it. Might still need help building a family.”

“Kaylie and Jaxson. Or Skyla and Dax,” she murmured sleepily.

“Dax and Skyla, yes, definitely.” Marcus leaned over and kissed her. “Sleep a little longer. I’ll see you for our team meeting soon?”

“It’s exciting. I’m sorry I overreacted yesterday.

You know, I had a comfortable life on Sapien-Three, far better than many others around me, but here.

.. With you,” she ducked her head, “I suddenly had so much that... When I thought you were pulling away from me for some reason, or only choosing me out of pity, or just because I was what you had available, I.... What I thought didn’t match the way you acted, and I’m sorry. ”

Marcus stopped scooting away, preparing to dress for the day.

“Did anything I’ve done or said make you think I’d pull away?

” He pulled her closer, flush against his chest, head resting on hers so that she was lost in the solid weight of his jaw, the silky fuzz of his mane, and all those fur-covered muscles.

She remembered last night. The long hours of being joined together, sleeping safe in his arms... “No, you didn’t. The way my brain reads things... Maybe. I’m glad you’re smart enough to talk and not just go along with things without asking what’s wrong.”

“I had people in my life to talk to. I get the feeling that communication in your life wasn’t much of a priority.”

“Working ten-hour days and living alone? You’re right. I’ll work on it.” She shifted restlessly. “Is it just me, or is it hot in here?”

“I’m snuggling you too tight. I don’t want to let you go,” Marcus laughed and reluctantly released her.

“You rest, I’ll go to my shift, and we’ll see each other at the meeting with Kaylie, Dax, and Skyla.

And don’t worry about people finding out.

Even if they do, it won’t change my mind about what we’re doing. ”

“Good. Me, either.” Abigail propped herself up on one elbow and kissed him goodbye.

KAYLIE CROSSED HER legs and rested her elbows on her topmost knee, hands holding up her chin as she spoke.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, guys.

I think we should plan to reach out to girls who’ve had a contract bought by Metro Labs or those who are exiting government care programs. Most of them have no other options, no training, and no family.

A lot of them would choose to work in Pleasure Parks or the labs, and in both cases, they could end up impregnated for far worse compensation.

They might find love and a family here. If not, what are they supposed to do for the five months they’re pregnant and sitting around on this vessel? ”

“You should see if there are any Felid programs that would offer them a discounted price for training. Some of the online academies must offer at least a base certification over the course of five or six months?” Skyla suggested.

Marcus took notes on his tablet as Kaylie and Skyla spoke.

“I’m absolutely certain Bastet Mercy would.

There’s a critical nursing shortage. Hell, everywhere there are critical staff shortages—except in the government.

How do they always seem to have an overabundance of workers? ” he muttered, tapping away.

Everyone chuckled—except Abi. She was looking at him with an odd expression.

“Abigail?”

“Hm? Oh! I was going to say, you might see if there’s some sort of... I don’t know what you’d call it. A resettlement opportunity? A colonization plan? Something like that—on Lynx-Nineteen or Leonid-One. A place where human Queens would have human communities.”

Dax spoke up, “I’m betting at least half of these people end up married to whoever they’re partnered with.

I don’t think you can resist the chemistry of being with someone day after day for months at a time.

The little moments you share. Watching her do this amazing thing for you.

Helping her. Learning from her...” he trailed off with a dreamy sigh.

“I need water. Would anyone else like something?” Skyla got up and shot out of the med bay, tail absolutely flying, whipping around like a cloud of red and white silk.

Marcus looked at the young man over his glasses. “Well, we’ll all just pretend that Dax didn’t confess his adoration for Skyla, shall we?”

Dax looked stunned. “Huh? I never said I—”

“There are things you don’t have to say, Dax. And things she doesn’t have to say. There are ways a female Canid acts. That high-flying tail is a clear invitation. There are scents—” Marcus sniffed in, expecting to catch a whiff of Skyla’s unique pheromones.

Instead, Abigail’s scent, somehow deeper and more floral than ever before, suckerpunched him in the nose, making his chest tighten, his trousers tighten, and his ability to make words vanish.

“Uh... I...”

“Shh, she’s coming back,” Dax begged, blushing bright pink.

“I think we should start with a few selected contacts, not just put this notice out to every young human Queen in a Pleasure Park or Metro Labs,” Skyla put down a tray with a pitcher and glasses on it.

“Dax, you must have someone you know at the branch of Metro Labs you were housed in? I’d say we should ask Wendy, but I don’t want to bring up bad memories. ”

“And I can reach out to the matron at my old residence,” Kaylie said eagerly.

“It’d definitely sound like a better pitch coming from someone you know, someone who’s seen happy, successful pairings and healthy cubs come out of this whole thing,” Dax agreed. “But, if we cast a wide net, do we get better fish?”

“Maybe, but we’d also have to weed out a lot of bad ones,” Abigail said, her usual sensible side on display. “Go for the personal connections first, at least until the program is off the ground. What do you think, Marcus?”

“I think these are all excellent suggestions, and I’d like to put the plan into action.

Abigail and I will finish up completing a profile in here.

Skyla, would you make a ‘house call’ on Wendy, Talos, and Chandra for the daily postpartum check-in?

Dax, I want you to go bother Elio for a few minutes, pick his brain about who would be a trustworthy contact.

Kaylie, why don’t you get in touch with the matron at your old residence?

Most of the young women wouldn’t be of the right age, but perhaps some of the ones who have remained as carers and cleaners would like to learn about this potential opportunity.

” Marcus stood, his tablet carefully dangling in front of his waist. “Good meeting, team. I’m proud of us. Abi, you don’t mind staying, do you?”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She beamed.

MARCUS HAULED ABI INTO his lap the second everyone else was gone, pulling her in his rolling chair into the back corner of the exam area, and closing the privacy partition securely around them. “How do you feel?” he asked.

She feels divine. Soft. Yielding. Supple. When she asked if anyone would know, I should have mentioned every Felid on the ship will notice the sweet perfume she gives off, but only one of us will feel like it is wired into our brains.

I’m the luckiest Felid alive.

“Hot. Achey. Like I need to— you know. Like I need to relieve tension ,” she gasped out, head back and eyes closed as his muzzle found her neck.

“You mean let me fuck you until you’re full of my cum?

Fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Would that help?

” Marcus asked, inhaling her as he pulled her dress over her hips and her panties to her knees.

The aroma of her wetness and remnants of last night’s adventures hit him right in the gut, and he guided her hips over his erection with a single, brutal grab.

An apology died on his lips as she returned his attentions with her own soft little claws digging into his cheeks, kissing him as he rubbed his tip into her wetness, surprised by how soaked she was.

He was even more surprised when she jammed herself down, threw her head back, and let out a moan as his cock strained the limits of her walls, leaving her shiny and stretched around his rod.

Marcus frantically dragged her dress up and over her head, mouth attaching to one breast, then the other, and she rocked and bounced against him.

He placed his thumb in her mouth, stealing her saliva, and then moved to her swollen clit, perched high and firm over her stuffed pussy.

For ten minutes, there was no talking, only grunting and growling as he worked to coax enough of his inches into her, crying out when her opening accepted the first row of his spines, and he felt the familiar rush of blood swelling them until they expanded and locked inside of her.

He sucked on her hard nipples first, then pulled her entire breast into his gaping mouth, and felt her shuddering under his touch, her ass clenching as his claws dug in and his cum shot out, filling her as she came.

“Ohhh. Oh, God...” Abi whispered, holding his head, her cheek buried in his mane. “Marcus?”

“My Queen?”

“How in God’s name am I supposed to walk back to my quarters like this?”

“We’ll unstick soon.”

“I meant with a quart of cum leaking out of me?”

“Oh. That part.”

“What if someone needs an emergency surgery? Gets a huge cut and needs stitches? What if one of the cubs—”

Marcus shushed her. “I think at that point they’re going to know something is going on between us, lover, because you’re going to be making a housecall with me or you’re going to be limping and dripping out of the surgical bay.”

“I’m going to be such a mess. There’s a shower in here, isn’t there?”

“There is. That’ll help with some of it.

” Marcus rose shakily, his legs complaining as he forced them to work after such a sudden, unexpected orgasm.

He carried Abi to the shower, still impaled upon his length.

“We’ll have to have the rest of the work meeting in here,” he teased. “At least until you’re all cleaned up.”

“ARE YOU SURE WE SHOULD do this?” Abi whimpered as his cock slid free and his cum sloshed out of her. The floor of the med bay’s shower now looked as though someone had spilled a jug of milk all over it.

Using the med bay’s facilities wasn’t really the concern.

Her concern was how hot she felt when Marcus looked at her and lifted her onto the fold-out ledge.

It was designed for those with mobility or balance needs, and made to take the weight of a full-gown Leonid.

It certainly could bear her weight, but what Marcus was doing. ..

He laid her there, his paws on her legs, lifting them up and over his shoulders.

His strong arms, naked and dark gray from the hot water coursing down them, caged her, supporting him as he leaned down.

.. Lowering his head to her super sensitive, overstimulated, still-dripping pussy.

“Marcus,” she couldn’t get out the words.

Is this wrong? Gross? Do you like it? Do I like it?

Why is it such a turn-on to see he’s willing to lick me when I’m hot and wet and gooey?

“Cinnamon and sex. What’s not to like?” he purred, tongue slowly dragging through her folds and teasing her clit before plunging into her sex with a wet squelch.

“Ooh. Oh, God, please... I don’t... I’m going to come all over your face if you do that.” She clawed at his wrists, squirming as she failed to escape from his probing tongue, his purring making her clit buzz.

“Do you promise?” he demanded.

“I...” She wasn’t expecting that.

“Do you promise to let me lick you and fuck you until you’re ready to squirt, little Queen of mine?”

One of his digits invaded, and his tongue moved to her clit as he looked into her eyes.

“Like I could refuse,” she whimpered.

“I don’t want you to refuse. I want you to let me taste you. Fill my mouth. Soak me. Drench me. Mark me.”

It was primitive. Wild. It made her think of last night, of being bent over the bed and fucked with his giant cock, almost splitting in half and loving every second.

“I love this,” she whined, voice narrow and echoing off the walls of the steamy shower as he worked her tender pussy to another orgasm, his own essence gushing out around his thrusting finger.

His love has no limits. No taboos, she thought in a blissful haze.

Only to feel the cold hooks of reality dragging her back to the surface. Except that it’s not love.