Page 22 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

A nother day, another shot, another meeting where they kept their composure in public, and then hurried to do depraved things in private.

Abigail didn’t know if a week of shots had fried her brain or expanded it as she waited for Marcus to join her in her room that night.

She was already warming up for him, her hormones rendering her insatiable.

Was he getting tired of her? Was the fact that each time seemed to grow wilder proof that their physical relationship needed an element of novelty?

Abigail gasped as the slenderest silver probe dipped between her cheeks and slid slowly past the ring of muscle.

Marcus had been toying with her there with his digits for the last few times, and she had decided to test how it felt alone, when he wasn’t with her, in case she disliked it or if there should be some sort of embarrassing mess.

There was no mess, just a curious fullness and a sense of sordid satisfaction, a voice shouting back at Brent and the sneering older executives and younger women who thought her some sort of boring prude.

I’m Abigail, and I’m not the boring, middle-aged woman who works at the credit exchange and has never even been to Moonworld on holiday. I’m in a relationship with a successful, heroic Leonid doctor, and I’ve been fucked seven ways from Saturn, thank you very much.

She worked the slender metallic rod in and out, her permanent state of arousal making her moan like some paid Pleasure Park actress, loud and wantonly.

“I used my code,” Marcus whispered, startling her—and making her blush and freeze in place on the bed.

“I...”

“You said not to wait outside, just to slip in,” Marcus reminded her, hurrying over, shedding clothes as he went.

“I thought it would be better,” she hesitated, wondering if she should remove the probe or let Marcus see how naughty she’d been.

He solved that problem. “Abi, that’s why I have a tail. To make sure my Queen is always as full as possible. No, don’t take it out. Leave it for now.”

ABI CLOSED HER EYES as Marcus sprawled next to her, his furry thigh her pillow as she languidly licked, nibbled, and sucked on the satiny pink cock, her finger rubbing his tight ring of flesh with the lightest of touches.

It made him moan louder, and the pearly precum slid from his crown in a steady waterfall.

While her mouth and fingers were busy, his mouth worried her permanently swollen, pouting pussy.

His paw gently guided their makeshift dildo in and out of her ass, fucking her slowly as he sucked her clit, making her squirm.

When she felt as though she was about to burst, she heard him order, “Get on your knees,” in a snarl that meant he was close to losing control.

A shiver of anticipation tingled from her toes to her throbbing clit. “I like when you lose control, Marcus,” she whispered.

“I like that you let me. You have all the control, my Queen. I’m yours to command.”

“You’re the King. You’re mine to serve.”

“If you keep calling me that, Abi...”

“My King?”

He pounced on her, pressing her down into the mattress as his cock plundered her pussy.

The silver toy clattered away, pulled from her anus with a pop that made her gasp, and it was quickly replaced by Marcus’ lubricant-coated digit, roughly rimming the hole and plunging in, forcing her full as she squirmed in delicious, blush-inducing discomfort.

“You wriggle like that, and all I can do is think about quivering little pieces of prey.”

Her eyes closed, and images tormented her. Quivering, naked, waiting for him to pounce. His hot breath and loud roar as he knocked her to the ground and preyed upon her, tongue, teeth, and cock working together to devour. “Is that good?” she whispered.

“Only if you let me catch you,” he panted harshly, digging his hips in with a hard thrust, cock sliding home farther and faster than ever as her vaginal canal had stretched in the past week.

“Oh, yes. Catch me, keep me...” Love me. Own me.

“You’re caught. You’re mine. Helpless, pretty prey.” His jaw rubbed her shoulder, and he kissed her neck. “If you are my prey tonight, I’ll be your faithful servant tomorrow, my Queen. Doing whatever you ask. No matter what.”

“Marcus, you’re so good to me,” she whispered, plowing back against him, her mind reeling with thoughts of being in his power and him being in hers. What demands could she make?

Nothing he would balk at. He would do it all for her, willingly, and it made her more than eager to be his tonight.

His digit left her back door, and his tail replaced it, fucking her in tandem with his cock, rubbing the thin slip of tissue between passages.

She wondered if you could faint from pleasure, and realized that Marcus knew something so many others did not. Pleasure isn’t only in the body, it’s in the brain. He kept her on the edge of release at all times when they made love, simply by his words and his whispered plans for her.

“Give me your holes, precious. Both of them. All of them. I’ve already had your gorgeous mouth, and now I can have this sweet little ass. Abi, you’re destroying me,” he moaned, but there was no regret in it.

“I think you’ve got that switched,” she groaned in reply, her tight passage burning as it was filled full by his thick, flexible tail.

“I’ll never be able to get enough of you, don’t you know that?” he whispered.

SHE WAS THE PREY, BUT she’d sunk her claws in deep and refused to let go.

Her surrender had been his undoing. Marcus hadn’t realized what it would be like to be with her intimately like this, day after day, sinking into her carnal spell, only to fall in love with her gentleness, her fierceness, and her intellect as well.

She gives me everything. I’m so spoiled by her love.

Except... Is it love?

“I do so love my pretty little prey,” he whispered, hoping her response would give him a clue.

“I love being it.”

Damn it.

Have courage, idiot. Tell her!

But people say all sorts of things that they don’t mean in bed. Pleasure messes with the brain. Maybe she wouldn’t believe me...

With a sudden heave, he picked her up and swiveled her on his cock and tail, turning her so she was astride him and he lay on his back. “The prey becomes the Queen so easily.”

And like that, she lost the sweet, docile little whimpers that drove him mad, gripped his knees, and held her chin high, riding him with all of the power and fury of one of Bastet’s warrior daughters.

By Bastet’s eyes... I am lost. I am so in love with this woman. And I’m so afraid I’ve failed to show her that it’s based on far more than the physical.

“Come for me,” Abi whispered, her fingers drilling down. “I’m so close, Marcus, I’m...”

He pressed his paw into the softness above her mound and pushed down, forcing her to empty the pent-up juices she was reluctant to ejaculate, forcing her orgasm to hit right before his did.

The torrent of hot, wet juice caressed his chest as she screamed his name.

He looked into her eyes and dragged one digit under her clit to collect the last milky drop. “Delicious little prey. Magnificent Queen. Do you know any King would give his all to have you, Abigail?” he praised.

“And any Queen would kill to have you , Marcus.”

“Not me.” Old, graying widower. Felid Queens are in such high demand. I’d be overlooked every time. “You could have someone better, Abi. Someone younger. Richer. Someone with estates. Companies. A position in the government...”

She dropped her knees, gasping as his member shifted inside of her. She flattened herself to his chest, breasts lying in a puddle of her own ejaculate as she stared into his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you, Marcus. You are wanted. You are mine. I just ... I hope I’m...”

“You are mine, Abigail. All mine.” He closed his eyes and sighed as his cock spasmed, his release sudden and still satisfying. “Forever mine.” Marcus wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. Never wanted to let her go.

If we have a cub together, I won’t have to...

“YOU BUSY AGAIN TONIGHT ?” Kaylie asked, voice curiously flat.

Abigail put down her tea and the tablet she’d been issued. “I don’t have any plans.”

“I thought maybe you and Marcus would be working late again.” Kaylie’s smile was mischievous to say the least.

“I... We hang out together all the time. You know there’s no rule that says we can’t fraternize with the official crew. You and Jaxson were whooping it up yesterday afternoon playing Cadet Cruisers. We could hear you all the way in the med bay.” Abi deflected with a light laugh.

“Girl, don’t even. We can hear you all the way in... Well, everywhere.”

“What?” Abi’s face flushed hot, and then paled.

Everyone will know. Everyone will know if I fail. And they’ll hate me for making Marcus choose a woman who can’t give him a child when he’s about to have thousands of applicants and could choose the very best for himself.

“No stress, Big Sis! I’ve been calling this forever, you know that. Jaxson says every Felid or Canid would have clocked it anyway. Something about the scent a Queen in heat gives off.” Kaylie paused, mouth slightly open. “Wait, Jax said ‘in heat.’ Abi! Does that mean you’re going to have a—”

“Shhh! No. I mean, I don’t know. We’re trying.”

“So, you’re also taking a side contract? As a surrogate? Or is this just as a friends-with-benefits thing?” Kaylie’s brown eyes sparkled like embers off a misfiring engine. “Or more than friends?”

It was on the tip of Abigail’s tongue to tell the younger woman to mind her own business.

But I need someone to talk to, and Kamau and Nessa are so busy, and Wendy just had a baby. Layla’s got the cubs, plus her work, and Jade is pregnant and getting ready to open up a store at the ass-end of the galaxy... “I want it to be more than friends. I would love that more than anything.”

“Oooh! Honey, I’m so happy for you!” Kaylie squealed, squeezing her until her ribs complained.