Page 8 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

Sounds of low, throaty chants and purrs mingled with the scent of wine and arousal, all wrapped in a veil of warm, heady darkness.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” Abigail said in a hushed voice.

“Am I allowed to? Purely for the sake of our arrangement, of course.”

“Of course.”

ABIGAIL FOUND HERSELF wrapped in strong arms that dwarfed her, a tail skimming up her bare leg, as Marcus’ wide mouth pressed against her much smaller one.

They moved from the table to the couch, the kisses slowly building in urgency and skill, until she found his textured tongue in her mouth, on her throat, sliding across her neck as she moaned.

We forgot the wine, Abigail thought as the world tipped on its side and Marcus was on top of her.

Her breath caught around a refusal, a confused plea. No, not yet, not now. Oh, yes, yes, now. But the feel of the massive bulge against his leg, now sandwiched against her thigh, was too much. I’ll rip and tear. It’ll hurt, and I’ll hate it, and then I’ll hate him, and...

Thoughts spiraled, leaving Abigail torn between pushing him away and dragging him even closer, if that were possible.

But to her surprise, he was the one leaving her side, lifting her up, and carrying her from the couch. “Marcus...”

“You can spread out more in here.”

“I want to do more, but I don’t think I’m ready for everything,” she protested faintly, still clawing her way across his shoulders, hands in his mane.

All of him was so... so much ! After a lifetime of tiny indulgences like new pairs of shoes before the old ones were completely used up, or tinned exotic fruits from the far reaches of Sapien-Three or off-world, Marcus seemed like years’ worth of pleasure in one moment.

Such a luxuriously thick, silky mane to tangle her fingers in, and soft velvety ears to stroke.

Cords of strength wrapped around her when he held her, with fur that her fingers sank into like deep plush.

That tongue... Abigail blushed as they snuggled together in a tight circle of arms, legs, and one tail, ripples running through her senses as he purred and made them both vibrate.

“This is incredible. Thank you,” she whispered.

THIS WAS INCREDIBLE , Marcus thought. She was so eager to touch him, stroke him, kiss him, and all of her was so smooth and tantalizingly soft.

The more they nestled together, the stronger his urges grew, and the more her scent encouraged him.

He wondered if he should mention that, but he’d noticed humans seemed to find mentions of scent in relation to arousal confusing.

Silly little human olfactory systems. They didn’t even realize that scent played a role in their choice of mates.

Memories of Kaya’s hot, desert flower scent mixed with spices made him instantly hard, instantly made his mouth water.

Abigail’s scent was different, something gentler, milder, but with so many layers. His nose loved a challenge, and it led him downward, kissing his way through her clothes until he reached her thigh.

“Marcus?”

“I’m here. Finding out what you like.”

“I like everything so far.” Abigail started to sit up, but he put one paw on her abdomen, and she froze.

He wished she wouldn’t do that—but also loved when she did that. That was one layer—fear. Delicious and delicate, something so slight that it made the predator in him lick his jaws and beg to be released.

Soon. Soon you can eat her all up.

“I’m going to kiss you some more, with kisses you’ll like,” Marcus soothed.

“There?”

The fear scent was almost even with the arousal scent, and the combined perfume made him dizzy.

“Yes. May I?”

“No one ever has.”

“Now someone will.”

Abigail seemed to consider that argument for a few seconds. Then, she reached to the wall beside the bed and shut the lights off. “We can try it like this.”

Marcus nodded. “Of course.”

Silly human Queen. Didn’t she know he could see in the dark? Not as well as in the day, but quite well enough to see what he was going to be feasting on.

“What about you?” Abigail asked, ever the helper, ever the practical one.

“What about me?”

“Do you want me to do the same?”

“Not right now. Tonight, I pleasure you. I get your trust out of this; that’s paramount. If I also get you to come a few times, that’s also my reward.”

“No one’s ever made me, so you must promise not to take it too hard if I can’t. Or don’t. This has still been the best night I’ve ever shared with someone.”

Never been given an orgasm by another person?

How tragic. Marcus slid easily off the bed and to his knees, kneeling beside it.

His paw traveled around her slim ankles and calves.

“What about pleasuring yourself?” Paws clutched thighs, and he felt her resistance.

His touch wasn’t meant to force; he was just naturally so much stronger.

A little nudge and she stopped fighting to keep them close, letting his padded digits trace the insides of her thighs, working in circles up to her pussy.

“I’m not a prude, I just... I suppose I lost interest for a while. I’m sure I have before.”

If she has to think about it, it must not have been anything too spectacular—and I hope I can change that.

Marcus bent his head and began nibbling kisses up one leg, then trailed his tongue down the inside, catching traces of something salty-sweet that made his cock throb.

Under the cover of darkness, he slid his soft black trousers down to free his erection.

ABIGAIL’S EYES CLOSED , and her fists balled as his mouth and tongue worked nearer and nearer to her hot center. She was so wet, had never been this wet—what if it was too wet? What if he was repulsed? What if he told her that’s not what he was used to? What if Marcus—

Whatever worry she was about to have had to get in line as she felt Marcus hook one digit through the leg hole of her underwear and pull down. In two slow, gentle motions, her skirt was raised and folded back over her waist, and her thin shield of fabric was gone.

“You smell so divine. So beautiful. You’re going to taste so good that I won’t want to stop,” Marcus purred, head raised for the moment. “But I will, of course, if you ask. Would you like me to stop?”

Yes. Perhaps. No. “No, if you’re okay with everything, so am I.”

“Okay with? Abi, pleasuring you pleasures me. I’m not doing this as some sort of penance, I’m doing this because I—” Marcus stopped and then must have decided to hell with it, because he continued with a dark chuckle that made her pussy pulse, “because I’m going to get to touch you where you’re wettest and softest, and bury my tongue in your slit.

I get to touch all of your pretty little petals and pieces, and that excites the hell out of me.

That makes me hard and I... I want this.

I would do this every day if you let me.

I love that it feels good for you, but I’m too ‘mature’ not to be honest in bed.

I would selfishly suck you dry and come hard, realizing that your pussy was dancing under my tongue.

So if you’re worried I don’t want to do this, stop. ”

She blinked and let her tensed muscles relax. “Really?”

Marcus groaned. “Let me convince you.”

“Oh! Oh my God!” Abigail didn’t mean to shout, but she had no idea that it would feel like this. Maybe it wouldn’t have felt like this with an ordinary human man, but a Felid was an entirely different experience.

Marcus’ mouth engulfed her, his bottom fangs gently pressing into her round cheeks while the top of his mouth closed down over her smooth, hairless mound, tongue swiping up and down and across, everywhere.

She closed her eyes and her hands traveled erratically up and down her body, not knowing what to do as the tiny textured bumps on this tongue caressed her folds, her clit, and cupped around it, sucking gently.

“Oh my God,” she whispered again as electric pins and needles prickled down her legs and found a home in her toes. As her hands found her nipples and began to massage the hardened peaks, her toes curled tight. “What... What is this? Is it always like this?” Abigail gasped.

Marcus didn’t answer in words, but he purred loudly—and her hips left the mattress as his tongue and mouth caused her entire pussy to vibrate. His paws caught her bottom as she writhed, bucking forward to capture the delicious vibrations, and Marcus finally spoke.

“The wine is weak compared to your nectar,” he huffed, hot breath against her soaking skin.

Before she could answer, his mouth was busy again, this time, his tongue lapping purposefully at her tight tunnel, a barely explored place. Memories of her times with Brent fought their way to the front of her mind. Tight. Painful. Relief. A hint of pleasure.

“Abi? Something wrong?”

“No, I... I like it. It doesn’t hurt.”

Marcus’ head jerked up. In the dark, his eyes were suddenly golden flames, glittering and dangerous. “It shouldn’t hurt. There should only be some discomfort the first time.”

“I know, I know. Brent said that because I waited for so long to have sex, it was really... I was really tough inside, hard to—you know, penetrate.”

Marcus’ paws, which had been stroking and kneading her backside, went still. All of him went still. Abigail swallowed a sudden surge of fear that came from seeing the doctor she’d come to consider a friend sit and stare like this—with the eyes of a hunter spotting his prey.

When he spoke, his voice was low, more growl than words. “He lied.”

“What?”

“He was selfish. He lied. It shouldn’t hurt ; it should never hurt. You should be so soaking wet that your lover slides into you, and your pussy stretches to fit him, wrapping around him while he gives you such pleasure that your body never wants to release him!”

“I didn’t know, I never—”