Page 23 of Klora (Mates of the Mylos #6)
CHAPTER 23
KLORA
“Since the antihistamines didn’t rule it out, the only logical explanation is that against even greater odds than usual, you’ve met your mate and it’s his presence triggering your display, which is accelerated due to you already being in a partial shift when it happened.”
The Chief Medic’s words shorted out my brain. I was still trying to make sense of what he’d said when the bathroom door flew open, hard enough that it hit the wall before starting to swing back shut behind the human dynamo all but flying towards me.
“I’m not a damsel in distress!” he growled, his eyes flashing as he reached up to grab two fistfuls of the front of my robe. He yanked me down towards him, so we were eye level. “We’re mates, and that means trusting me to be able to handle my shit!”
He smashed his mouth to mine, slipping his tongue inside. The taste of him kick started my senses back into gear. He tasted divine and I wanted more, so I took it. I grabbed him, pulling him closer as I took charge of the kiss. I fucked his mouth with my tongue and he began to grind against me. The friction against my cock felt almost too good to be true, better than my own hand ever felt. So this is what having a mate felt like! My mind finished getting into gear and I pulled back.
“Mate?” So the Chief Medic was right?
“As I was trying to tell you, that seems to be the logical explanation according to your symptoms. Now, sit down and figure out how you’re going to handle this, as he’s not signed anything to legally bind you both. Don’t call me again before morning!” Chief Medic Proslo ended the comm.
“You’re my mate,” I told McDuffie.
“Looks like,” He grinned. “Wait - didn’t you know?”
I shook my head. “I thought my partial shift triggered a hormonal imbalance made worse by an allergic reaction to the local air pollution and stress.” Then the whole reason why my symptoms were so important sprang to mind: he was my mate. I stared down at the scales now covering half of each limb’s circumference. “Mating fever!”
McDuffie cocked his head, looking puzzled. “Mating fever?”
“If we don’t complete the bond within a few days of finding our mate, we go from full display to complete battleform, only consumed by a high fever. It ends in death.”
“Well, shit. That’s a hell of a thing to put on somebody. No wonder you guys insist on the whole ‘if matched during the tests, you’re married’ thing. Don’t worry. I’ll sign whatever,” he squeezed my arm reassuringly.
I gusted out a sigh of relief. “You will?”
“Yep. I’ll even take one of the tests. Sachuu suggested I apply to become a teacher within the Fleet.”
I licked my lips, not wanting to ask, but needing to make sure that what I had started to believe about him was true. I just hoped it didn’t anger him so much that he refused to go through with our mating. “Swear to me I’m right and you didn’t have anything to do with any of this.”
“This as in the kidnapping plot?” He snorted in derision, “Did you think for a minute that I had?”
“We had to consider all possibilities, but as I got to know you, it felt increasingly unlikely.”
I felt like shit for having to tell him that. He looked like I’d just kicked a whole box of puppies and kittens.
He looked at me sadly, reaching up to cup my jaw before standing on tiptoe to kiss me now that I’d straightened up to my full height. “I promise I didn’t,”
Good. He seemed to understand why I had to ask. But, he wanted to sign the paperwork and take the tests first, and at the rate my plumage was appearing, I wasn’t sure how much time I had left. Something told me the answer was we needed to fuck and claim as soon as possible, and not just because he was so damned sexy that my cock was hard as nails. I drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves so we could discuss this rationally. “We can’t go to the Scholarship center until after breakfast.”
“We could complete the physical part of the bond now.” He lightly bit down on the corner of my jaw before licking the pinprick of pain away. I hissed in pleasure from the twin sensations. I wasn’t about to turn down his offer, both wanting and needing to have him right now for so many reasons but most of all, because he was mine.
“Remember it was your suggestion!” That was the only warning I gave him before picking him up and depositing him onto the bed hard enough to make him bounce. I eyed him hungrily as he watched me tear at the robe, my claws shredding the tie belt which stubbornly had tightened as I slept.
He stared at my dick, licking his lips hungrily. “You really do have a monster cock,” he said, yanking his t-shirt off over his head. “There better be lube in here because I want you to split my ass in two with that beautiful thing.”
I gripped my length, spreading precome from the tip across the blunt head with my thumb before giving it a stroke front tip to root.
“You still have too many clothes on for that,” I observed, hungrily watching him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep shorts before tugging them down and kicking them off and away. His own dick was beautiful. Smaller than mine, which was to be expected, but beautifully proportional to the rest of him, with a slight curve to the left. It was also hard, bobbing a greeting at me.
“Lube?” he asked once more, his voice taking on a needy whine. “Please? I’ve been going out of my mind crushing on your sexy ass since the moment I saw you and thinking how inappropriate I was being. Now I find out I get to have you because you’re mine and damn it! Where’s the lube?”