Page 9 of Healing the Leonid Doctor’s Heart (Felix Orbus Galaxy #6)

“I’m not mad at you. I want to kill him . But I won’t. I’ll just correct his mistakes.” Marcus’ snarling words ended with a deep sigh, mouth lowering again to devour her—but this time he looked right into her eyes while his tongue slowly sank into her.

“Marcus,” Abigail said one word before she felt herself falling into a helpless tangle of nerves, all the nerves.

Scared, excited, aroused... The all-consuming cocktail swamped her as his paws moved, one to take her clenching hand and one to circle her clit, rubbing and pulling the flesh around it as if he knew just what would make her come.

His tongue is fucking me better than Brent’s cock ever did; that’s what’s going to make me come, Abigail thought as the electrical currents that had made her toes curl raced back up and settled in her thighs, making them shake.

She’d been shaking the first time, too, but not like this.

Not because she felt so good that she didn’t know what to do or say, or what would happen next.

“So tight. And that’s not a bad thing,” Marcus paused in his slow, swirling strokes. “He lied. Being tight should feel good for both of us. I’m already imagining it, but I—” Marcus stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me. I like when you tell me all these things,” she hurried to urge him, squeezing his paw. “What are you imagining?”

“How tight you’re going to feel on my cock—when you’re ready. And how it’ll make you come, because I’m going to hit every erogenous zone you have. I’ve been studying extra hard today,” he whispered before placing another long, lingering kiss on her folds, sucking them into his mouth.

“God, yes. You have?”

“Can I show you?”

She would have said yes to anything right then. She was so close, and she needed something more, but she couldn’t quite figure out what. It wasn’t penetration, surely, because that’s what had been so uncomfortable with Brent.

Marcus was suddenly back in position, purring against her entire pussy, making her see stars as vibrations rippled through her.

She felt his thick, long first digit push into her, easily as thick as Brent’s slender cock.

The wet, slick “slurp” of her pussy against his intrusion was audible, even over his purring.

It went in, pressed up and stroked her upper wall as if he was trying to pull her juices towards her clit, as if her were trying, ever so gently, to turn her inside out.

And whatever it was, whatever he was hitting along that upper wall, whatever his vibrations did to her—she couldn’t explain. All she knew was that she was curled up suddenly, both of her hands in his thick, full mane, screaming in short, hard gasps.

“Abi,” he panted back, moving harder against her, thrusting faster.

She latched onto his mane and yanked, earning a startled growl, desperate to kiss him while he made her peak, while he showed her she wasn’t broken, that she was still vibrant, sexy, and not ready to sink back into the dull drudgery of life on Sapien-Three.

“Yes, Marcus,” she hissed, kissing him, colliding with him, bruising her lip on his powerful, pointed teeth in a desperate kiss.

She could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with blood from where her lip had met his fangs. His golden eyes widened in the dark, and she felt the paw gripping her lower back turn from pads to claws.

Don’t care, she thought, moaning as she slithered from the bed into his arms.

HE SHOULDN’T COMPARE . Wasn’t comparing.

Maybe it had just been so long. Maybe it was never like this.

That was okay, for this to be new for both of them.

The hot hint of her blood on his lip, mixed with her abundant nectar, and the feel of her walls throbbing and squeezing on him nearly undid him. Brought out something he thought was dead, or that he’d never even gotten to experience.

Want her. She is mine. Her blood. Her body. This sweet little hole. All her holes.

Dizzy with lust, he didn’t even register that she was in his lap now, her legs wrapping around his waist, her naked lower body rubbing against his hard cock and furry thighs.

The feral beast in the back of his brain roared and reminded him that he could claim her now. She was wet. Ready.

She had barely accepted his finger. She wouldn’t accept six or seven inches of Leonid cock, and that was a requirement for breeding. At least one row of spines had to be inside of her, or they wouldn’t swell and mesh together, locking him inside of her to spill his seed.

And what a soft, fertile garden she was hiding.

Marcus heard his own voice speaking in the dark, muffled against her neck. “I got carried away.”

“Hm? Why? What did you intend to do?” Abigail asked between the kisses that seared his soul, burning off the dead wood that had grown over the growing places in his heart.

“Give you pleasure.”

“You’ve done that.”

“I meant it to be more... gentle.” Had he really been fucking her with his tongue a few minutes ago, eyes locked on hers to see how she was taking him, watching her face deciphering sensations and imagining what it would look like when she finally took his cock?

Had he really dug his claws into her back and been momentarily high off of her blood?

“It was as gentle as I wanted it,” she whispered, stroking back his mane, pressing her forehead to his as she scooted higher into his lap and he bowed his head to meet hers. “It was gentle until the pace picked up, and even then, it wasn’t rough.”

“Really?”

“Honestly.” She bit her lip and her hand glided from his shoulder down his chest—down to his cock.

“Do you want me to be gentle here? I can be.” Her fingertips danced over his crown as softly as a warm breeze.

“Or not touch you at all?” Her voice turned from simply shy to uneasy, and her fingers curled back into her palm.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked before I—”

Marcus tilted her chin up and silenced her with a kiss while wrapping his paw around her hand.

He heard her gasp around his searching tongue as he pressed her palm and fingers into a tight ring of pressure around his cock, eyes closing in bliss as he smelled another wet wave of paradise coming from the soft cleft he’d just explored.

“You’re gentleness is one reason I like you so much,” he told her, paw tugging at the back of her dress.

“But you don’t have to be too gentle here.

Our sensory systems are a little different. More dense. Need more pressure.”

Her hand squeezed and started to pump as she squirmed against him, and Marcus really wished they were up on that bed instead of down beside it.

All in good time.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Like that.”

“That’s not hurting you? I’m squeezing you hard.”

“It feels like heaven in your hands,” he purred, and she giggled.

For a second, there was just kissing, pumping, and silence. His paw finally succeeded in lifting her dress from over her head, and she yanked his shirt off.

“It’ll be an awfully tight fit,” Abigail murmured.

“We don’t have to do that until you’re ready.”

“Would you... Would you come over and help me get ready? Practice?”

Marcus nodded, already picturing fucking her with one digit, then two, his tail, his tongue, and the long silver probes in the med bay inside her as he played with her. “Any sort of practice you want.”

“And if we can... If it works, then you’ll draw up a job offer and I’ll submit my contract.”

Her words killed the pleasure he was feeling, and that was quite the feat.

That’s right. This is a job interview, of sorts. A means to an end. Don’t lose your head.

Or your heart.

She kept stroking him, kept kissing him, little pecks around his mouth and down his jaw and neck. “Right. Yes. And your physical exam.”

“Would you do it? Instead of Skyla?”

You should say no.

“Absolutely. Tomorrow night?”

“Mmhm.” Her hand moved faster. “You’re not leaving yet, right?”

He never wanted to leave this moment, where they were warm and snuggled together, a circle of soft breasts, smooth skin, thick fur, and hard parts, all throbbing pleasure and curious touches.

“I’ll stay as long as you want, but I wondered if you wanted me to leave before you went to bed.

In case anyone would see me spending the night in your quarters and think—”

His brain wouldn’t work. Think what? That we’re lovers?

“That’s a good idea. In a little bit. We haven’t even touched that wine.”

“I’ll go get it.” Marcus rose, easily lifting her with him, but Abigail kept a hold of him, one fist closing tight on the fur that her fingers were sinking into.

“I want to finish this first,” she whispered. Abi sat on the bed, looked up at him, and pulled him next to her.

“It won’t take long. Been so long,” he laughed, a little hint of bitterness underneath his smile.

“I don’t want to rush you, I’m just... enjoying being close to someone like this,” she confessed.

“So am I.”

IT WAS NATURAL, SHE supposed, sprawling on a bed, that they’d end up kissing, lying on their sides, her toes somewhere around his knees so that their heads lined up, their arms criss-crossed so she could stroke his cock while his paw returned to her pussy, rubbing and stroking to coax another orgasm from her.

When she put her thigh over his to snuggle in deeper, his slick pink cock with a sheer, satiny coating of silvery fur at the base rubbed against her, and they both moaned. “Little spines,” she murmured in awe as the rings of dark pink nubs seemed to swell against her.

“That’s right. They swell and mesh inside of you,” Marcus explained, not seeming to mind the mix of education and exhilaration.