Page 4 of His Little Hessonite (Eleadian Mates #10)

Chapter Four

Kalbrac

My cock is so hard I’m going to come in my dress pants. I wish I had changed into my more comfortable normal attire, but there hasn’t been time. I’ve been consumed with my Little girl’s health from the moment I scented her. I have not paused to change out of this ridiculous suit.

Clara’s eyes suddenly widen, and she moans—not from pleasure this time but from exasperation. It’s not unexpected. I’m educated enough to know that human females are far more modest than Eleadians. As realization dawns on her, she’s growing more embarrassed by the moment, not just because I made her come but because I did so in front of Dankin.

In my world, our females are frequently brought to orgasm at the doctor’s office. Their sexual health is very important. Our medical professionals like to ensure our females are able to reach orgasm regularly.

What Clara doesn’t understand is that the only male who will ever find himself brought to his knees from her arousal is me. She’s mine. Fate has bonded us together in a way neither of us can escape.

To Dankin, the orgasm she experienced was simply part of her health. I know when I turn to look at him, I will find a clinical expression on his face. His cock will not be hard like mine. She’s not his mate.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Clara murmurs. “I don’t know you, and we’re not even alone.”

I kiss her lips briefly and bring my finger to my mouth to suck her juices off. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I can’t wait to eat her pussy. But now is not the time. Now that she’s sated, Dankin needs to examine her.

Clara’s eyes are wide, her mouth hanging open. She’s stunned by my blatant enjoyment of her essence. I smile. “You know the right things about me now, though, don’t you? You know you’re mine. I need you to trust me and let the doctor examine you. I want to know what has been causing your fatigue and fix it. Can you do that for me, Baby girl?”

She stares at me for a moment before slowly nodding.

I beam at her. She’s already so deeply imbedded in my soul. It’s as shocking to me as it is to her. Even though I knew intellectually that I would eventually meet a mate in Club Zoom and know she would be mine, it’s not possible to understand the bond until it happens. “Good girl.”

She shivers at my words. She likes to be praised.

I kiss her again, still not lingering. I’d like to take the time to kiss her senseless, but not now. Now, I need Dankin to examine her. I can kiss her until she makes that fucking sexy moaning sound again later.

I’m still holding her wrists above her head, and I’m aware of Dankin removing her panties.

“Kalbrac…” she whimpers.

“You’ll call me Papi, Little one.”

She swallows. “Papi…”

I grin. I love hearing that word coming from her lips. “Yes, Baby girl. Can you be a good girl for me and cooperate with the doctor?”

She sniffles and nods.

“I expect you to do as you’re told so Dankin can get to the bottom of your medical issues. You’ll speak to him with respect, understand?” I’m pushing her, but I want her to know what’s expected of her. She needs to know that Little girls on Eleadia submit to all males. She will learn to submit deeply to me, but she will treat all other males to the same level of respect.

Her cheeks are pink as she finally whispers, “I’m not submissive, Kalbrac.”

I lift a brow. She thinks she isn’t submissive, but she is. Inherently she needs to submit to me. She just doesn’t fully grasp it yet. I rub her tummy with my free hand. “You are, Little one. I know human females work very hard to assert their dominance on Earth. I understand why, too. But your natural inclination is to submit to me, Baby girl. You already sense that. You will obey me, and I will worship you for the rest of our lives.”

She inhales sharply, and finally mutters, “Yes, Sir.”

I smile broader. “Good girl. See how natural that feels?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not sure about that.”

I chuckle. “Dankin is going to examine you now.” I rise up so my face is not so close to hers. Dankin hasn’t been in her line of sight for long minutes until now.

She shifts her gaze to his. “Can I have a gown now?”

I answer her. “No, Baby girl. You don’t need a gown for Dankin to examine you.”

She sighs. “Can you let go of my hands?”

I step closer to the head of the table, find the restraints hanging from the end, and quickly secure her wrists above her head. “There. Is that better?” I’m teasing her. Obviously when she asked me to release her, she didn’t mean so that I could restrain her another way.

She rolls her eyes. “No. That’s worse.” She gives a futile tug. “Kalbrac…”

“Papi.”

“Papi, I’ll cooperate. You don’t need to hold me down.”

I hold up both hands. “I’m not holding you down, Baby girl.” I bend over and kiss her again. “You will always be restrained at the doctor’s office, Little one. It keeps your hands out of the way. Plus, I don’t want you to fall off the table and get injured.”

With one hand on her torso, I hold her gaze. I need her to understand that she’s mine, that she will learn to submit to me, and that she needs to do so as badly as she needs her next breath.

I know I’ve manipulated her with my quill. First, I injected her with a calming serum, but I switched to an aphrodisiac so she would understand how good we will be together.

She understands now. I can see it in her eyes. She’s trembling because it’s shocking to her, but she gets it. “Papi…” Her voice is soft and delicate this time.

“Mine, Clara.”

She slowly nods and shifts her gaze to Dankin. “Can you really figure out why I’ve been sick?”

“Yes, Little one. I’m confident I can.” Dankin pulls a strap over her hips, securing her further. When she whimpers and pulls her knees up, he gently guides one of her legs to the corner of the table and adds an ankle strap before doing the same to the other.

I draw in a slow, deep breath, inhaling my girl’s essence as her arousal grows more profound by the moment. She would never admit it out loud, and I can tell she is embarrassed, but she is very turned on by the restraints.

It’s not unusual for females. I’ve learned every detail about what to expect from my mate. As far as our scientists can discern, there are some human females who are not submissive at all. Fate does not align them with our males.

I also know that a great majority of human females do not consider themselves submissive even though they have dormant tendencies that come out when Fate puts them in our path.

This is what’s happening to Clara. I don’t know what she did for work on Earth. I haven’t had a chance to ask her, but I bet she’s a powerful female who doesn’t submit to anyone. Until now. Until me.

It’s confusing her. It will take time for her to fully grasp our bond and what it means for the rest of her very long life.

I shift my gaze to Dankin as he uses a special instrument to look in her ears, gently angling her head back and forth. For the first time, fear consumes me. What if something is terribly wrong with my Little girl, and he can’t fix her?

I flinch as that thought makes my body shake. Dankin recognizes my sudden panic and looks my direction. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see him trying to reassure me with his gaze. He doesn’t want to panic Clara, and he needs me to be strong for her, too.

Dankin returns his attention to Clara, tipping her head back to look into her eyes. He holds her eyelids open wide and examines them thoroughly.

I’m gripping Clara’s thigh, trying not to hold her too tight. It’s hard. I want to pick her up and cradle her in my arms. I want to feed her a bottle and then pop a pacifier in her mouth so she can rest for a while.

If I had met her under normal circumstances, we would still be on Earth in my apartment above the club. I would be helping her understand what to expect from her new life. I would have fed her and diapered her by now. I would have bathed her, too. She hasn’t been bathed in our water yet.

We don’t normally bring our females up to the mothership in a transport pod before caring for them for a while on Earth first. But my Little girl was passed out when I found her. Dankin agreed with me that it would be prudent to bring her immediately to the mothership. Whatever is ailing her, he will figure it out here where he has equipment.

“Can you open your mouth wide for me, Little one,” Dankin encourages.

Clara does as she’s told while I stroke her thigh, trying to keep her calm. If I have to, I will prick her skin every few minutes, but she seems calm enough for the moment. Possibly even eager. She wants to know what’s wrong with her as badly as I do, but she’s also scared to learn the truth, and I agree on that issue, too.

I won’t speak my fears out loud, nor will I let Clara verbalize her concerns. We won’t consider any other alternative except an eventual clean bill of health. No other option is acceptable. Fate would not put this precious Little girl in my path and then take her away from me.

Eleadians mate for life. We do not have any concept of losing our mate. It’s not optional. We don’t simply turn around and find another. It’s unheard of.

Dankin shifts his attention to Clara’s nose. He tips her head back and uses his tool to look up in her nostrils. He takes longer than I would expect. “Have you had any sinus issues, Clara?”

“Not really.”

He presses against her forehead. “What about headaches?”

“I’ve had a dull headache for a few months.”

Dankin’s brows are furrowed as he looks in her eyes again. “Has your vision been affected?”

“A little. I just figured my eyes were getting worse.”

“Do you wear glasses or contacts?”

“No. It hasn’t been that bad yet.”

I’m holding my breath. I can tell Dankin has a suspicion, but he’s not saying a word yet. He surprises me when he moves to her chest and gently palms one of her breasts. “Have you put on any weight, Little one?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“What about your breasts? Have they been sore or enlarged?”

“I think so.” Her voice is weak, and she glances at me. She also realizes Dankin has a theory.

Dankin captures her nipple between his thumb and pointer. “Have you noticed any discharge from your breasts, Clara?”

She swallows hard. Her cheeks turn pink. “Yes,” she whispers. This embarrasses her.

I’m struggling not to panic. I want Dankin to tell me right now what he’s theorizing, but I hold my tongue. It might not be prudent for him to speculate in front of Clara. I don’t think he’s certain yet.

“I’m going to squeeze your nipple, Clara.” He pinches the little bud several times, and I withhold a gasp as a white substance comes out.

Is she pregnant? The idea suddenly enters my mind. I’ve never heard of a female who was with child being selected by a male from my planet, but that seems logical. Fatigue. Fainting. Weight gain. Enlarged breasts. Secretions from her nipples.

I feel like I’m going to faint, too. I’m still holding her thigh, but my mind is racing a million miles an hour. What if my mate is pregnant? What does that mean for us? I would never be able to part from her. Our bond is already so strong it’s not an option.

Would we be permitted to return to Eleadia if she’s pregnant? Could she travel in such a state? Would it be safe? She would arrive on my home planet almost ready to deliver. I’m certain something like this has never happened. I would have learned about it.

What would we do with a human baby on Eleadia? There are no provisions for taking care of an infant. We don’t have any. It’s been over a hundred years since our females last gave birth. All of those females have since died out, leaving only males.

I assume there are some medical professionals who know about human babies, but how much do they know? The females we mate with and bring back to the home planet do not conceive. We aren’t compatible enough to produce offspring.

It’s suspected that because our males are so large, a human female would not survive giving birth if she could even carry one of our species. That would explain why nature has not permitted compatibility. Our sperm will not penetrate a human egg.

But my Clara… What if she’s carrying a fetus inside her already?