Doc's Orders Page 8

  They gazed at each other.

  He should say something but all of the words had been deleted from his databases. His female was stunning. His processors were occupied with visuals of her and with the effort required to control his organics.

  He rubbed small circles into his female’s fabric-covered skin. Her scent teased his nostrils.

  He wanted her. Desperately. Need drummed at him, the intensity of it threatening to flip his switch.

  Allinen placed her hands on his chest. A jolt of awareness flowed though him. Her slender fingers splayed, as though she wanted to touch more of him.

  “You didn’t stay in the secret domicile.” Her voice was husky.

  He shook his head. “You’re my female. I wanted to ensure you were safe.”

  “I was safe.” She lifted her chin. “This is my planet and I’m a grown female…unlike others who wander the terrain alone.”

  “I defeated a pack of pahas and a miljoonasuut.” He reminded her of his skills.

  “I was thinking of my niece.” His female’s smile was rueful. “She only has eight solar cycles and she takes too many risks, trekking outside the settlement on her own.”

  That must have been the girl he’d seen entering at the spot his female preferred. “The girl I saw was carrying a medic pack, similar to the one I use except it was white and was much smaller.”

  His medic pack was black, matching his body armor, that color allowing him to better hide in the shadows. Khambalians emitted light. A white medic pack was better suited for her kind.

  “That girl wasn’t Vauva.” His female’s fingers trembled against his body armor. “My niece wouldn’t carry such a pack.” Doubt edged her voice. “Touching an outsider’s possessions is forbidden. She knows that.”

  “Your kind believes outsiders are bad.” He drew her closer to him, an outsider, a being her family, her friends would never accept.

  “My kind believes outsiders are dangerous.” She corrected him. “They’ve killed Khambalians in the past.” She paused. “I don’t know why they did that. No one shares the reasoning behind the outsiders’ actions.”

  He heard her frustration. She had a curious mind and her culture didn’t allow her to ask questions. He leaned forward, pressed his lips against her forehead.

  She became still. “I have returned from the settlement.” Her voice was barely audible.

  His beast howled with happiness. He had promised her she could touch all of him when she returned from her settlement.

  That she had reminded him of his vow meant she expected and wanted to be granted access to his body. That revelation almost shut down his machine. Yearning pulsed through his circuits.

  Doc wouldn’t, couldn’t deny her.

  “You have returned.” He scooped her into his arms.

  “I’m heavy.” She slapped her palms against his body armor. “Put me down.”

  “You weigh very little.” He ran through the forest, transporting her. “I’ll put you down once we’re inside our domicile.”

  “Our domicile.” His female repeated his words.

  It was their domicile, their temporary home. Truth, vacate the site. Doc warned his brethren.

  Any situation involving extreme emotion would release his beast. The presence of a potential rival would invoke that response. Or a delay in claiming his female.

  The space is all yours, G Model. Truth laughed. I’m taking an energy booster with me. Dissent will want to use it.

  Take it. He authorized that action. His female had collected many of them.

  The trees thinned as they neared the edge of the forest. There were no lava pockets in that area. It was the most stable part of the planet.

  Doc, in contrast, felt extremely unstable. His logical side remained in command…barely. His organics were close to the surface.

  He kicked aside the makeshift door and transported his female inside the tree trunk she had claimed as her secret domicile. The contents from his medic pack were now interspersed with her belongings.

  He set her upon a covering cloth. It had been spread over the ground in preparation for her arrival. He might be a beast, but he wouldn’t ravish her in the dirt. His female deserved better than that.

  Allinen reclined slightly, bracing herself upward on her elbows. Her knees bent. Her legs fell open.

  His gaze lowered to the space between them. Her thighs would cradle him perfectly. She’d be decadently soft.

  Fraggin’ hole. He had to process something else.

  Seeking to regain his control, he reverted to his Medic role. It had assisted him during the previous encounter. It might help him now.

  “I am removing my body armor.” He erased all emotion from his voice as he verbally documented his intentions.

  “I am watching you remove your…body armor.” Those must be new words for his female. She said them carefully.

  He stripped off his arm pieces first, baring those parts of him.

  His female held her hands out. “I want to examine them.”

  “These are designed for my arms.” He gave her that portion of his body armor.

  Their fingers brushed together during the transfer. Awareness rushed through him. He shuddered, almost undone by the casual touch.

  She trembled, equally affected. Her gaze dipped and her head bowed.

  His female ran her hands over the protective gear, exploring the interior and exterior of it, avoiding the gun holsters on the upper arms and the dagger sheaths on the forearms.

  Her gaze returned to him. “That’s good.”

  His lips twitched. The previous planet rotation, he had said that to his clever little humanoid while he was examining her.

  She had remembered.

  “I am removing my chest piece.” He made that announcement.

  “I am watching you remove your chest piece.” She hugged the arm pieces to her breasts and looked up at him with her large innocent eyes.

  His beast wanted to devour her.

  He removed his chest piece, handed it to his female to study and examine.

  She turned it over in her hands, stroking and petting the material. When she was finished with her inspection, she pronounced it as being ‘good’.

  That routine repeated with each piece of his body armor. Every section of his garment was surveyed and declared ‘good.’

  That aroused him. Greatly.

  He finally removed the last piece and stood before his female, naked except for the boots on his feet, his back straight and his muscles flexed.

  Her gaze lowered. Slowly. She took her time perusing his large form, pausing for a couple of heartbeats at his groin on the way down, stopping again at that part of him on the way up.

  He was as hard as a dagger and one touch away from losing control.

  She licked her bottom lip, her small gold tongue gliding over that lush flesh. “That’s very good.” Her eyes glowed.

  Frag. He wanted her. Doc took a step forward.

  “Stop.” She held out her hands. “You said I could touch all of you.” His female looked pointedly at his boots.

  They would interest her. None of her kind had worn footwear. “I am removing my boots,” he told her.

  “I am watching you remove your…boots.” She set his body armor aside.

  He kicked off the footwear.

  She caught them, her reflexes impressively fast. “Your…boots are thick.” She tried to bend the leather sole. “You can’t feel the ground while wearing these.”

  That was the point of boots. “The ground on many planets damages beings’ feet. On this planet, it would protect my feet against the antaa potkut rocks.”

  “It would protect you.” She nodded, her fingers curving over the toes of the boots. “Climbing trees would be difficult with these…boots. You couldn’t grip the trunks with your toes.”

  “I would grip the trunks with my fingers and use my legs to stabilize me.” He took the boots from her, placed them with the rest of his garments. “Mov
e over.”

  She wiggled to the edge of the covering cloth.

  Doc lowered his body, laying on his back. “I’m ready to be touched all over.”

  He placed his hands by his side, spread his legs, braced himself for the most decadent torment he would ever be privileged to endure. This would be the true test of his restraint over his organic side.

  Allinen sat upright, her fully clad body vibrating with excitement. “Relax.” His female dared to taunt him. “This will be over in a moment.”

  That moment would be the longest in his lifespan.

  She hesitated. “You only touched my pussy.”

  That was all he could touch without succumbing to his organics, without jumping on her like the beast that side of him was. “You can touch all of me.”

  “There’s a lot of you.” His female gazed at him as though she didn’t know where to start. “Our males are much…” She glanced at his cock. “Smaller.”

  A growl escaped his lips.

  The logical side of him, the part of him that hosted his medical knowledge, wanted to hear about their differences. That data could make their first breeding more enjoyable for his female.

  He desired to please her.

  The possessive savage nature he was trying to restrain, however, didn’t want her to speak of any potential rivals. She was his. She should only look at him.

  That side of him won the battle. “If you talk of any other males, I will hunt them down and end their lifespans. Slowly. Painfully.”

  She froze. The tantalizing scent of her intensified. “You’re a medic now, an explorer. You only shoot beings if they threaten you. That’s what you told me.” His female’s words verified she absorbed everything he said and did. “Those other males didn’t threaten you.”

  Her argument was valid. Except with her, he wasn’t a medic. He was merely a beast. “I should be the only male in your processors.”

  She looked at him for one long moment. “You will be the only male whom I have ever touched.” Her gaze returned to his cock. “All over.”

  That part of him obligingly bobbed and her eyebrows lifted.

  It liked her attention and he liked her answer.

  No other males had bred with her. He would be her first and her only.

  Chapter Eight

  Her cyborg was a magnificent beast and Allinen relished the opportunity she was given to study him, all of him. He was smooth gray skin and bulging muscles and had a cock the width of her wrist.

  She scanned him from the top of his head to his huge feet. His black hair was short. His body absorbed light, didn’t emit it. And he was big.

  There was so much of him to touch, to explore, to examine. She didn’t know where she should begin.

  Doc’s arms flexed, drawing her attention there. That was a safe part of him.

  She picked up his left hand. His palm was rough and warm and huge. It wasn’t a healer’s hand. It belonged to a warrior, her beast.

  Allinen skimmed her fingertips along his short, blunt fingernails, circled his knuckles, moved upward, surveying his wrist, his forearm. There were stripes of raised flesh, scars on his otherwise unmarked body.

  “Someone hurt you.” She leaned over his arm and licked where the wound would have once been, laving the spot with the flat of her tongue, wishing she could take that past pain away from him.

  “I hurt myself.” Her cyborg gazed at her.

  His eyes were the most beautiful and most expressive parts of him, the doorways to his conflicted soul. When he was calm, they were a pale gray. When he was lost in passion, they were a relentless black.

  When he fought his desires, as he did now, they were stormy and turbulent, the black swirling with the gray.

  “You’re a healer.” Allinen frowned as she considered his words. She didn’t like the thought of him intentionally causing himself pain. “Healers heal. They don’t hurt themselves.”

  “I hurt myself to heal others.” He explained. “Some of my brethren have permanent damage. By inflicting similar damage on my own form and trying to repair it, I project I can repair them.”

  He had endured hurt to try to heal others. Her outsider was a good male. “There’s vegetation our kind uses to hasten healing. I’ll gather some of it for you.” She kissed the marks again. “That might heal your scars also.”

  “It might.” His cock twitched, the movement drawing her attention back to it.

  Her mouth dried with wanting. “But I won’t do that right now.” She lowered his arm.

  “The gathering of vegetation can be done later.” Her cyborg agreed with her.

  “Touching you is my mission now.” She utilized one of his words. Her fingers navigated his left biceps, traversing the swell of it.

  Her kind were strong but their muscles were lean. Doc’s power was visible. His upper arm was thick, solid.

  Her fingertips danced across his collarbone, down his pecs. Those were defined also. She circled his flat male nipples and he shifted under her.

  Her lips curled upward. Her male was sensitive there. On impulse, she sucked on his flesh, tasting minerals and him.

  A groan rose from his throat, his head tilting back.

  His reaction pushed her to do more. She mouthed down his chest, exploring first with her hands and then with her tongue. Every ab was nibbled, tugged, tested.

  “I will control myself.” His fingers folded into huge fists.

  She didn’t want him to control himself. Her male had maintained his restraint during their last encounter…until the end. He had proven he respected her.

  Now, she yearned for him to disrespect her, to join with her as he had threatened to do the previous planet rotation. That was what had fueled her dreams over the rest cycle, causing her to wake with a wet pussy and an ache in her core.

  Determined to reach that part of him, she stroked his hips back and forth, back and forth with her fingertips, venturing closer and closer to his cock. He had no hair. Nothing concealed any stretch of his shaft.

  And he was blessed with two balls, not the mere one the males of her kind were equipped with. She nuzzled against them.

  Her cyborg’s toes curled. Pre-cum formed on his tip.

  She studied that bead of essence. “This is very good.”

  Her cyborg’s body stretched tight under her hands, hardening all over. "Can’t. Too much.”

  “I’m touching you.” She extended her tongue.

  “No.” His voice was a whisper. His eyes were as black as a rest-cycle sky.

  “Yes.” She flicked her flesh over his cock head.

  He shuddered, that movement shaking both of them. “You are. Breaking. Me.”

  That was her goal. She smacked her lips. The bubbling sensation she had grown to associate with her male coated her tongue.

  She leaned forward.

  He gripped her hair. “No more.” Her cyborg followed that denial with a menacing rumble.

  He was dominant, savage, and dangerously close to losing his hold on rational thought. All he needed was a few more nudges.

  She’d give him those. “You said I could touch you.” She looked at his cock and slowly licked her lips. “All of you.”

  A tremor rolled up his big form. It was similar to the heaving of the ground before a lava pocket exploded.

  Her male was primed for joining.

  “If you touch my cock again.” He brought his face closer to hers. “I will roll you onto your back, yank up your garment, and take you like a paha would take his mate. There will be no tender kisses, no slow and easy. I’ll breed with you fast and hard and you won’t like that. Not for your first time.”

  Pahas didn’t have mates. She didn’t expect tender kisses, not from him. And she would like that. Very much.

  She reached out with one index finger. “I saw the medic side of you last planet rotation.

  His eyes widened. His grip on her hair tightened.

  “I want the beast now.” She tapped his tip.

 
One moment, she was bent over her cyborg. The next moment, she was on her back. The air whooshed out of her lungs. She gasped.

  He pinned her between the unyielding ground and his even more unrelenting form. His lips captured hers, pressing down, down, down until she opened to him. As he filled her mouth with his tongue, he moved over her, lifting the bottom of her garment to her waist.

  Cooler air rushed along her skin. She gripped his shoulders with her hands and bent her knees, cradling him between her thighs. He grunted his approval against her lips and rocked his hips.

  His long, thick shaft skimmed along her feminine folds, stimulating both of her clits. Passion engulfed her, rising like a flame. Her juices branded his cock, slicking their dry humping.

  That was one of the stages of taking a mate, joining without joining. She had never thought she’d experience it, any of it. Especially not with an outsider, with a big beast of a male.

  Yet it felt good. It felt right…almost destined. She had decided to leave the planet. He had appeared. The pahas, the miljoonasuut couldn’t kill him.

  They were fated to do this, to join. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her light grew brighter, illuminating the farthest reaches of the domicile.

  Her cyborg pulled her garment over her head, removing that last barrier between them. “Beautiful.” He gazed down at her. “Mine.”

  “I’m yours.” For now. She silently added that restriction.

  It felt like a lie. The connection, always there between them, grew stronger, and her kind was conditioned to join with only one being.

  She would be the exception to that rule as she was the exception to the others. There would be additional males, one, perhaps more…after Doc left her.

  He prodded her with the broad smooth tip of him and thoughts of the future vanished. She drew a deep breath. This was happening. They were doing this.

  His gaze met hers. The passion, the pride, the possession in his eyes doused her concerns. “My female.”

  She was his female. Allinen opened her mouth to agree with him.

  He thrust hard, tearing a scream from her throat instead. She was filled with huge hard cock. Flesh untouched by any other male was claimed by an outsider, by him, her cyborg. He stretched her in ways she’d never experienced, the snugness of the fit edging their joining with pain.