Page 3 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Three

Clara

I awake with a start. I can sense something is not quite right. I’m warm and comfortable, but where am I? The moment I open my eyes, I gasp.

Someone is holding me. His face is close to mine. His brow is furrowed, but he suddenly smiles. “Hey there, Little one. Welcome back.”

My breath catches as I stare at him in total confusion. Who is he? I vaguely remember feeling light headed. I bet I fainted. I’m at Club Zoom. I was with Tanya and Misha. Where are they? They wouldn’t leave me. They know I’m fighting an unknown illness.

The man has a hold of my hand. Actually his fingers totally engulf mine. I notice this when he lifts mine up to his lips and kisses my knuckles. He’s enormous.

I gasp. He’s one of the Eleadian males. He has to be. I’ve never seen a man as large as him before. I feel like a baby in his arms.

“Deep breaths, Baby girl. You’re safe.”

I realize he’s walking with me, and when I glance around, I notice we’re in a sterile hallway. It’s silver and shiny—both the walls and the ceiling. “Where am I?” This must be a hospital.

“You’re onboard the mothership, Clara,” he informs me.

My breath hitches and my eyes must bug clear out of my head. I struggle in his arms, wanting him to put me down.

He holds me tighter. He’s far too strong for me to escape, plus I’d probably get injured if I fell to the floor. He’s that tall.

“Where are my friends?”

“They’re still in the club, I assume. I was worried about you, so I took you in a pod off the planet as fast as possible. We’re with the ship’s doctor, Dankin. He’s going to examine you as soon as we get to his office.”

I twist my neck to see another man is walking alongside us. “You took me off Earth?” This is unimaginable. It’s not possible. People don’t just leave Earth, especially without their knowledge.

“Yes, Baby girl. You passed out. No one could wake you up. I was concerned.” He gives my fingers a gentle squeeze. “I need you to take some breaths for me. Your heart is racing too fast.”

Breaths? He wants me to take breaths? Is he certifiable? He just informed me I’ve been moved from Earth to a spaceship. Breathing isn’t a priority right now.

The man stops at a door, opens it, and steps inside. A quick glance tells me I’m in an exam room like one would find in a hospital emergency room. Maybe that should ease my fears.

“Let’s get her on the table,” the second male voice says.

I look toward him again.

He smiles. “How do you feel, Clara?”

“Why do you know my name?” How I feel is panicked. How could I feel any other way?

The man holding me gives me a gentle squeeze. “Your friends gave us your purse, Little one. We looked at your ID. We needed to give it to Jefared so he could enter you into the system.”

I have no idea what this man is talking about. But Jefared must be an administrator or something for this hospital. Is that what this is? A hospital in the sky?

I panic further as the man holding me lowers me onto an exam table. I cling to him. For some reason, I don’t want him to put me down.

He stays very close after he settles me on the table. “I’m not going anywhere, Clara. I’m right here. We need to let the doctor examine you, Baby girl.”

“Why didn’t someone call an ambulance? Why did you bring me to the spaceship?” I’m fisting the lapel of his suit jacket with all my might. Even in my weakened state, I need to hold on to him.

He eases his hand up to cup my face.

For the first time, I fully take him in. He has thick dark hair and green eyes. His skin is tanned. And he’s a giant. I’ve heard these Eleadian males were big, but I’ve never seen one before to confirm the rumors.

“I couldn’t part with you, Little one,” he says calmly as if his words are reassuring. “Your friends said you’ve been tired lately and seeing a doctor. Eleadians have far superior medical knowledge. Dankin will get to the bottom of your illness.” He smiles.

I’m not reassured. “Then you’ll take me back to Earth?” My voice wobbles. Somehow I know this is not going to happen. I feel a weird attachment to this man. I don’t even know his name, but I don’t want him to let go of me, and I suspect he’s not going to.

“No, Baby girl,” he says softly. “You’re mine.”

The blood drains from my face. My lips part, but I can’t make a sound.

“Kalbrac, you need to calm her.”

Calm me? What does he mean? Calm is not an option right now. But at least I now know the man holding me is named Kalbrac. He has one arm under my neck, and his body is leaning over me enough to keep me from squirming out from under the pressure.

Kalbrac takes my hand in his again and brings my fingers to his lips. He holds my gaze as he kisses my middle finger. A second later, something pierces the tip of my finger.

I yelp and try to yank my hand free of his, but he’s too strong. He keeps my fingers against his lips, gazing into my eyes as another prick punctures my pointer.

How is this happening? I don’t see a needle. Is he some weird vampire alien? I’ve never heard a single rumor about the Eleadians being vampires.

“Ouch.” The single word is insufficient, and in my mind, I know I should be outraged, but instead my body is calming. I’m sinking into the table. Am I going to faint again?

“Deep breaths, Baby girl. Eyes on mine,” Kalbrac orders. “I want to see those pretty brown orbs.”

I inhale slowly, finding it difficult to disobey him. I’m drawn to him in a weird way that’s unsettling. He’s bossing me around, and I’m following his orders. That’s not like me.

“Good girl.”

My heart skips a beat.

He strokes my fingers against his lips, and I stare, mesmerized, wondering if he’s going to pierce my skin again. “That’s my good girl,” he coos.

I shouldn’t like someone talking to me like that. His words are odd. I’m not a girl. I’m a woman. But coming from him, I find I like the strange praise.

“There’s a quill behind my front teeth, Clara. I can use it to inject my serum into you and calm you, and I will do it again if you get agitated. Try to relax so Dankin can examine you.”

I swallow. My body is melting into the surface of the exam table. I don’t have the energy to lift even my arm let alone my head. Maybe I’m weak from whatever is wrong with me.

Kalbrac finally eases back. He remains standing next to me with one hand on my shoulder and one hand grasping mine, but he’s no longer pressing me into the table because he doesn’t need to. I’m not going anywhere.

The doctor is at my other side. “Can you tell me about your illness, Little one?” He cups the top of my head.

“I don’t know much. I’ve been unusually tired for a few months. I had to take a leave of absence from work. I’ve been seeing doctors, but they can’t figure out what’s causing the fatigue.”

He nods. “We’ll get to the bottom of it, Clara. I’ll need to do a thorough exam, but rest assured, my medical skills are far superior to what you’ve experienced on Earth.”

I’m not sure that idea is comforting. What if he tells me I’m dying?

“Another deep breath, Baby girl,” Kalbrac commands.

I’m growing agitated again. I can feel it. How is he able to identify my stress so easily, though?

I fidget and try to push myself up to no avail. I’m too tired and weak to lift my body.

Kalbrac leans over me, kisses a spot behind my ear, licks it, and then pierces me again.

I moan this time. The prick of his weird quill is unnerving, but it oddly feels good at the same time. I have the strangest sensation that I’d like him to do it again.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “We’re going to take your clothes off, now, Little one.”

I jerk my gaze to his as he lifts his head. The only movement I can manage is to shake my head. “Why?”

His smile is infectious. “The doctor can’t fully examine you while you’re dressed, Baby girl.”

I glance back and forth between the doctor and Kalbrac. “Can you help me sit up? Do you have a gown I can put on?”

Kalbrac slides his hand from my shoulder to my face. “I don’t want you to sit up or exert yourself until I’m certain it’s safe, Baby girl, and you don’t need a gown.” He unbuttons the front of my blouse while Dankin removes my shoes.

I start panting. “You can’t just undress me…” I argue weakly.

He meets my gaze and holds it while continuing to open my shirt. “Deep breaths for me, Clara. I know it’s confusing to you right now, but you’re my mate, Little one. I will know every inch of your body inside and out. Eleadians are not as modest as humans. Your nudity will eventually be a nonissue.”

I shake my head. “Please…” My voice is strained.

Dankin speaks softly as he unbuttons my pants. “Make her understand, Kalbrac.”

What does that mean? Half the things they say are confusing. Is my brain not firing with all cylinders? Or are they speaking about things that I can’t understand?

Kalbrac spreads my blouse open and slides my arms out of the sleeves, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties because the doctor has removed my pants.

I breathe heavily. I’m…aroused. It makes no sense. I should be arguing and in a total panic. Part of me is incensed, but the rest of me is magnetically obsessed with staring at this enormous alien man who has apparently claimed me.

He surprises me when he leans over and places a soft kiss on my lips. When he draws back, he remains close, kissing my cheek and then nibbling a path down my neck and into the cleavage of my bra.

My head is spinning. I find myself incredibly aroused. I’ve never felt this level of arousal before. The closest I’ve ever come is when reading an erotic romance novel—a really filthy romance novel in which the heroine is extremely submissive and the hero dominates her completely. Those are things I read, not things I participate in. I’m certainly not submissive in real life.

Why are thoughts of romance novels filling my head? It feels like I’ve stepped into one. There’s no other explanation for me panting like I am or the fact that a stranger is taking the liberty to remove my clothes and kiss my body.

The doctor’s hands come to my shins and hold me down, making me realize I was flailing around.

I grab Kalbrac’s shoulders. “What are you doing?” My voice is breathy. I arch my chest upward against my will as if offering myself to him.

Kalbrac nuzzles his nose between my breasts before licking along the seam of my bra and then dipping his tongue under the lace to flick my nipple.

I moan, the sound echoing loudly in the exam room. What is happening to me?

When I arch off the table even higher, Kalbrac slides a hand under my back and flicks open my bra clasp.

I gasp as he whisks the lace away from my chest. My blouse follows. My vision swims. My arousal is through the roof. I’m going to float off the table. This is so humiliating, and yet I don’t want him to stop.

My breasts are free now, exposed. I’m wearing nothing but panties, and they’re soaked from my arousal. I’m restless, but I can’t move because Dankin is holding me down.

I writhe from humiliation and desperation.

Kalbrac calmly grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head. He uses one hand to hold them down to the table. His other hand cups one of my breasts, and the next thing I know, his lips are wrapped around my nipple, sucking, licking, flicking.

I cry out, so loud anyone in the hallway or a nearby room has to hear me. I consider yelling for help. I should stop this madness. These strangers are forcing me to feel things against my will. Aren’t they?

It’s really just Kalbrac, though. Dankin is simply restraining me, keeping me from flailing around so I don’t fall off the table. It’s Kalbrac who is driving me wild with a need I’ve never felt before.

Suddenly, he pricks my nipple with his weird quill.

I scream. It hurts, but holy mother of God, nothing has ever felt so good in my entire life. My nipple throbs. My other nipple is begging for the same attention. Insanity.

My sex pulses with need.

Kalbrac releases my nipple and lifts his face, staring deep into my eyes, or maybe my soul. While holding my gaze, he slides his hand from my breast down my body. He doesn’t stop. He slips his fingers under the front of my panties, finds my soaked sex, and strokes between my folds.

I buck against him because I need more. I need something I’ve never experienced before. I need an orgasm. I don’t even care that I don’t know this man and the doctor is watching. If he doesn’t let me come, I will self-combust.

Kalbrac eases the tip of his finger into my channel. “Has anyone been inside here, Clara?” His voice is rough, gravelly, sexy.

I swallow. My face heats as I nod. Why should I be embarrassed to admit that I’ve had sex before? I’m thirty-five years old. Of course I’ve had sex before. But does that fact disappoint him?

He smiles. “So, I won’t hurt you if I thrust my finger into your pretty cunt?”

Oh. So he’s pleased? I’m so confused. My face heats further.

“Will it hurt, Clara?” he asks again.

I slowly shake my head, though I’m pretty sure his finger is larger than either of the two penises I’ve had inside me. And it’s been a while.

His brow furrows as he eases his finger in deeper. “So very tight, Baby girl.”

I lick my lips. I feel the strangest need to explain myself. “It’s been a long time.”

He smiles again before thrusting his finger in deeper. His thumb lands on my clit, and he drops his head to my other breast to suck my greedy nipple. The moment he pricks that tip to match its twin, I come.

I scream again, louder than before. My voice echoes all around the room as I writhe and moan and even cry.

Kalbrac strokes my channel and my clit over and over while waves of my orgasm continue to consume me. He doesn’t let up until I wince, and even then, I find myself wishing he wouldn’t stop.

“You’re mine, Clara.”

That fact does seem rather definitive. Yes.