Doc's Orders Page 6

“I said I would gather it for you.” She gazed up at him. “You can stay here. Where you are safe. Tell me what you need.”

  He needed her to realize he didn’t require protection. Doc smothered his frustration and focused on her words. “You could gather the information for me.”

  There were replacement fingertip sensors in his medic pack. She wasn’t a cyborg, couldn’t access or relay the information, but she could collect it. The sensors had tiny databases, enough to hold the data.

  “I’ll prepare the sensors over the rest cycle, while we’re apart.” He bunched her garment’s fabric in his big palms. The prospect of separating from her unsettled him. She was fragile and humanoid. There were too many dangers on the planet.

  He would safeguard her, would hide his presence from his female, follow her to and from the settlement. No one would damage her.

  “We have to part…but not right now.” She bent one of her knees, twining that long leg around him. “We have time for…” She lowered her gaze, the light from her beautiful face shining brighter.

  “We have time for touching.” He skimmed his left palm along her smooth skin, lifting that limb even higher, opening her to him.

  Her breath hitched. His female wasn’t accustomed to being handled that way.

  But she liked it. The scent of her arousal hung heavily in the air.

  “I want to touch all of you.” She tugged on his body armor.

  “When you return from the settlement, you can touch all of me.” He cupped her ass and she quivered. “During this encounter, I’ll touch you.”

  She had called him a beast, had believed he’d disrespected her. He would repair that damage before they separated, show her how good he would treat her if…when she returned to him.

  And the barrier of his body armor would ensure his machine remained in control. There would be no ravishing of his female as his organic-side demanded he do. He wouldn’t take her hard and fast and brutally.

  She would be pleasured slowly, carefully, reverently. When he was through with her, she’d have no doubts about how much he cherished her.

  That was his plan. He intended to stick to it.

  “Joining requires bare skin.” Her bottom lip curled.

  He caught that delicate flesh between his teeth and pulled. A ball-tightening, beast-provoking moan escaped his female. She gripped his body armor-clad shoulders with her hands, hanging onto him.

  Doc released her lip. “Your skin will be bare. My fingers will join with your pussy.”

  Her musk intensified. She liked his proposal. “You’ll experience no pleasure that way.”

  “My pleasure is your pleasure.” He would wait until the timing was optimal to breed with her.

  She studied him for an agonizingly long moment.

  Did she doubt him? He doubted himself. His savage side grew stronger with each passing breath, the scent of her tormenting him.

  Her head finally dipped. “I’ll bare my skin for you.” She released his shoulders, stepped back, reached behind her.

  Folds of flimsy fabric unraveled. Her garment drifted to the ground.

  All of him malfunctioned, her beauty too acute for either side of him to absorb. He gaped like the fool she accused him of being.

  His female glowed…all over. Her form was lithe, lean. Her skin was a delicate shade of gold. Her breasts were small and perfect, tipped with nipples that were a shade darker than the rest of her.

  Short fine hair covered her mons. Her legs were long, were fabricated to be wrapped around a G Model cyborg’s waist.

  His cock pressed against his body armor. His beast ached to touch her, to taste her, yet the instinct to protect her—even from himself—was equally strong.

  His machine remained in command…barely.

  “I must be different from the females of your kind.” His female shifted her weight from her right foot to her left and back again, dancing in place.

  “There are few females of my kind.” Female cyborgs were rare. “And you are different from them. There’s no one else like you.”

  “I’m different.” She looked down at her form. “I have been told that. It’s why I don’t have a mate. Different is bad.”

  “You have a mate.” He was that being for her. “And different is good. It’s very good.” Fraggin’ hole. He wasn’t communicating effectively again. “You’re the most beautiful being I have ever seen.”

  She gazed up at him. “No one wants a female who is different as a mate, even a temporary mate.” Doubt colored her unique eyes.

  “You are my forever mate and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. Look at how hard I am for you.” He grazed his hands over his body armor-covered cock, proof of his attraction to her. “It’s taking all of my control not to throw you down in the dirt and breed with you.”

  “You wish to join with me like a beast.” She wiggled. Wetness gleamed on the inside of her thighs.

  “You bring out that side of me.” He made that shameless admission. “Around you, I’m a wild, raving beast.”

  She invoked his most powerful emotions—desire and possessiveness and protectiveness. And the savage part of him fought to take ownership of him.

  “I want to give the beast what he hungers for.” She showed no wariness over his lack of restraint. The scent of her arousal intensified. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Lie on your garment.” He didn’t trust himself to touch her. Not yet. “Show me all of you.”

  She looked compatible with him but he wouldn’t progress until he was 100.0000 percent certain he could breed with his tiny female without damaging her. A quick examination should determine that.

  “Our kind doesn’t join this way.” Her female complied with his commands, her tone expressing curiosity, not disapproval. Her legs spread, revealing delicate pussy lips and an achingly small entrance.

  He lowered to his knees between them, his gaze riveted to that part of her.

  She would be tight, would fit him like a sheath clasped a blade. A hurting sound rose from his lips, his need for her tremendous.

  “I’m different. In a bad way.” She closed her thighs.

  “You’re perfect.” He gripped her knees, forcing them apart once more. “You’re also tiny.” He leaned over her. “But we should fit together…with some preparation.”

  She blinked once, twice. “Our kind prepares to join for solar cycles.”

  “We’ll prepare faster than that.” He couldn’t wait solar cycles to claim her. His beast would tear both of them apart.

  Getting through this encounter without breeding with her would test that part of him. His organics weren’t known for restraint.

  He skimmed his fingertips along her inner thighs, following a trail of wetness on her skin.

  She trembled but otherwise didn’t move, watching him with wide eyes. “You’re to tell me what to do.” She reminded him.

  “All you have to do is feel.” He made contact with her pussy lips.

  She jerked, pulling away from him.

  A growl of disapproval rose from his chest, the sound surprising both of them.

  She froze. Her gaze fixed on his face.

  His female should be concerned. His beast was dangerously close to seizing ownership of him. And when it did that, it would pounce on her, take her, claim her.

  Which was absurd. Doc breathed in, breathed out, calming himself. This was no different from any other examination.

  He’d performed similar tasks without losing control.

  Solar cycles ago, he’d been the first cyborg medic to run diagnostics on a human female. There were two females now on board the Reckless and he had viewed both of them naked, multiple times.

  His logical side grew stronger, his beast retreating.

  He would treat this encounter the same way he would treat one of those examinations. His female would temporarily not belong to him.

  The primitive, possessive part of him fought that input and lost. He was the medic now a
nd there was no space for emotion in his role.

  Allinen would be his patient, not his female. She would belong to another male, a male who was standing beside him, just outside of his vision system’s range, where the other females’ males had stood.

  To ensure he didn’t upset his patient, Doc removed all emotion from his countenance. He reverted to the blank mask every cyborg had perfected, the face he had once shown their cruel Humanoid Alliance masters.

  “You look strange.” His patient’s voice was tinged with fear.

  “Relax.” He employed a calm, cool tone. That had been proven effective with repairing a patient’s emotional damage. “This will be over in a moment.”

  Unable to look at his patient’s beautiful face and remained detached, he narrowed his vision system’s range to her pussy, logging her reactions as he stroked her.

  Her pulse had quickened. Wetness flowed over his fingers.

  “The patient is extremely responsive to my touch.” His skin glistened with her juices. “That’s good.”

  He navigated her folds, learning his patient’s form.

  “I will have it noted that the examination subject has two clits.” The second one was situated close to her taint.

  He circled one. Her hips lifted. He circled the other. She panted. He circled both. Her movements became frenzied.

  “Dual stimulation results in doubled pleasure.” He saved that information in his databases and his organic brain. “That’s very good.”

  By the end of his examination, he would have all the knowledge a male needed to drive his female wild.

  Chapter Six

  The cyborg was pushing her toward the abyss.

  His regimented probing of her body and his monotone announcements reminded Allinen of the mortifying inspections she’d endured over her lifespan.

  Except those had been completed by the settlement’s elderly healer, not by a devastatingly adept male in his prime.

  And instead of listing her deficiencies, pointing out all of the possible reasons why she hadn’t been born with a mate, her outsider approved of every part of her. What others viewed as off-putting, he described as ‘good’ or ‘very good.’

  That, and his stroking, turned her on. She wiggled her ass.

  “I’m entering the patient with one finger.” He pushed his right index finger into her tight pussy hole. His skin was tantalizing rough. His progress was frustratingly slow.

  She hitched her hips upward, taking all of him. His thumb pressed against her upper clit. His knuckles applied pressure to the lower. His finger filled her. She shamelessly moaned, unable to suppress her enjoyment.

  A muscle ticked in her cyborg’s left cheek. Turbulence darkened his pale gray eyes. Other than that, his face was blank.

  He was controlling his beast-like nature for her, showing her that respect. Her pussy grew even wetter.

  “The patient is tight.” A hint of a rumble underlay the flatness of his voice. “She requires more stimulation.” He pulled his finger out and rammed it back into her pussy.

  Paha teeth. She panted. He was certainly giving her more stimulation.

  He ravished her with one finger, then two, then three, stretching her virgin entrance to the point of pain, dangling the possibility of fulfillment in front of her and then yanking it away.

  As he did that, he documented his actions and her state with words. Most of them were familiar to her. Some were outsider words.

  But she understood his intentions. He would inflict sweet torment on her until she broke, testing how much she could endure.

  She wouldn’t fail this examination. Her spine bowed, her body almost levitating off the fabric-covered ground. She would show him she could take him, his fingers, his cock, anything else he gave her.

  “The light around the patient has brightened.” He leaned over her as he plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy. “Her breathing is ragged. She is close to release.”

  “No.” She shook her head. A band of emotion wrapped around her chest, squeezing, squeezing. Her entire form shook.

  But she could hold on. She gritted her teeth.

  “The patient is fighting her release.” His eyes gleamed. “She requires more stimulation.”

  “No more stimulation.” She needed less contact, not more.

  He drove his fingers deep inside her and rotated his hand, rubbing his thumb over her upper clit, his knuckles along her lower. The combination shattered her.

  She screamed, flying upward. He strapped his free arm over her hips, pinning her to the ground.

  Bliss ripped through her. It wasn’t the soothing wash of pleasure her kind had been told to anticipate while joining with a mate. It was savage and wild and it tore her apart.

  She writhed and screamed and fought to be freed. Her beast of a male didn’t allow that, holding her in place.

  Tears bathed her cheeks. Wetness flowed from her pussy as she clenched and released, clenched and released his fingers.

  Pleasure pounded her until her body went limp. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced or had been taught to expect. She stared unseeingly upward, struggling to understand what had happened.

  A male’s fingers were inside her. He wasn’t her mate, yet he had given her the most exquisite satisfaction. And it hadn’t been all physical. There was a connection between them. It hummed in the air.

  She wasn’t worthy of it. “I failed your test.”

  “I wasn’t testing you.” He withdrew his fingers. Her pussy clung to him. The breaking of that suction was embarrassingly loud. “I was testing me.”

  He held his hand upward, studying it. Her juices covered his skin.

  “In two hundred heartbeats, I’m going to lick your wetness off my fingers.” His voice remained flat. “I will lap every drop of you from my skin. When I’m done, I’ll want more. If you remain inside this tree, I will pin you to the ground, spread your legs and drink you dry.”

  She stared at him, the urges she believed sated reviving.

  “When you have no more to give me, I’ll fill your empty pussy with my thick, hard cock.” His gaze stayed focused on his hand. Her juices dripped down his garment-covered arm. “I’ll breed with you like the beast you believe I am, taking you harder, rougher than any creature has ever taken its mate. You will come so many times and so intensely; you won’t return to your settlement. You’ll be too exhausted to walk.”

  Allinen squeezed her legs together. She wanted that, but… “I have to return to my settlement.”

  Her absence would be noted. Beings would talk, and when she reappeared they’d talk even more. Someone could uncover the truth.

  If that happened, her sister would never allow her to see her niece again.

  “One hundred and twelve heartbeats have passed.” Her cyborg informed her.

  That announcement propelled her into action. She jumped to her feet, grabbed her garment, and rushed out of the domicile.

  The cooler air hit her bare skin and she inhaled sharply. The sky had darkened slightly. The sun must be setting.

  She preferred to return before it sank below the horizon. The light originating from her was less noticeable if the terrain surrounding her was also illuminated.

  But she didn’t want to leave without saying good-bye to her cyborg. She sought some assurance he’d stay in the domicile where he was safe, that he’d be there when she returned at sunrise.

  Allinen donned her garment, wrapping the soft fabric around her body, fixing it in place, and then she leaned against the massive trunk of the tree, waited for him to join her.

  Her cyborg didn’t exit. Was he sucking her juices off his hand? Did he enjoy her taste? Had he shed his garments? Was he stroking his big cock, giving himself pleasure?

  Questions flowed through her brain. She wouldn’t disrespect him by asking them but she wondered how he’d answer.

  Or if he’d take offense at them. He didn’t perceive questions as being an insult.

  And he didn’
t view her as being unworthy.

  The last of the filtered-through-clouds sunlight faded. Unable to linger any longer, she headed toward the settlement, weaving between the trees, her bare feet flying over the vegetation-covered ground.

  Halfway to her destination, she sensed she wasn’t alone. Someone or something was following her.

  She glanced around her and listened intently, couldn’t detect the being. Yet the feeling of being accompanied remained.

  It wasn’t a threatening presence. It…aroused her. Her nipples were taut.

  She was becoming a joining-crazed beast. Shaking her shoulders, she brightened her glow and increased her pace.

  It was easy to slip by the guards. The light from them was enough to ward off most threats. Many of the settlement’s protectors were half-asleep on their feet. The rest of the on-duty Khambalians were talking to loved ones and friends.

  It wasn’t as easy to evade her sister. Sisko waited in front of Allinen’s domicile, looking as perfect as she always did.

  Except there was a disapproving frown on her beautiful face. That made Allinen nervous.

  She ran her hands over her hastily donned garment, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric. Nothing could right her emotions. She felt…different, claimed. Her lips were swollen from her cyborg’s rough embrace. Her body bubbled from his kisses.

  If her sister noticed she’d changed, Allinen didn’t know what she would do, what she would say.

  The truth would put both herself and her male in peril and would guarantee she never saw her niece again.

  Lying wasn’t a tactic Allinen ever employed. She doubted she’d do it well.

  Evasion wasn’t a tactic that had worked with her stubborn sister. When she set her mind to getting answers, Sisko prodded and pried until she uncovered everything.

  Paha teeth. She was in trouble.

  Tension spread across Allinen’s shoulders.

  “My daughter didn’t help me with sunset nourishment preparation.” Sisko glared at her.

  Relief whooshed through Allinen. Her sister hadn’t noticed anything unusual about her. She was distracted with her own problems.

  “Your daughter not helping you with sunset nourishment preparation isn’t a new occurrence.” Vauva was as rebellious as Allinen had been at that number of solar cycles.