Page 39 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“Here,”he sent stiffly and struggled briefly to get off his uniform shirt so he could drape it over her.

“Thanks, but can’t you get out of me now?”Sylvie demanded.

“I’m doing my best, Princess. It takes some time.”This time his mental voice was distinctly sarcastic, which made Sylvie bristle.

“It’s not like I’m making an unreasonable request!”she exclaimed.“Our boss is standing right there—get OUT of me!”

“Fine, Princess!” Kross growled out loud. With a convulsive yank, he pulled his shaft out of her, despite the fact that his knot was still only half-deflated.

“Ahh!”Sylvie gasped as pain lanced through her. The removal was far more painful than any of the wild sex they’d had earlier.

“Fuck! Are you all right?” Kross demanded. He sounded half worried and half angry, she thought.

“Fine. I’m fine.” She sat up and drew his shirt closer around her. She could feel his seed leaking out from between her thighs—sticky and hot and embarrassing.

Kross fastened his trousers and sat up as well. Both of them faced Commander Sylvan, who had been standing there this entire time, apparently at a loss for words.

He cleared his throat.

“Are the two of you all right?” he asked uncertainly.

“We’re fine,” Sylvie said quickly. “We were captured by Dr. Barbarous—that’s why you saw what you saw. We never…I mean, we didn’t actuallywantto be doing what…what we were doing. He drugged us!”

She could feel Kross’s irritation through their link—for some reason he didn’t like the way she was explaining the situation. Whatever—at this point she was trying to save their jobs!

“How did you find us?” she asked quickly, trying to keep things going and hoping Commander Sylvan wouldn’t ask any more about the awkward position he’d found them in.

“Well…” He cleared his throat again. “Er, we’ve been worried about you two on the Mother Ship since you haven’t checked in for days,” he said. “And then the Goddess spoke to me and told me you were in trouble.” His eyes swept the room. “I can see that’s true.”

“Yes, absolutely. In alotof trouble,” Sylvie agreed.

“That bastard, Barbarous has been experimenting on us,” Kross agreed. He looked down at his arms. “Fuck—what happened to my skin? How am I all red now?”

“It had to do with the injection the droid gave you,” Sylvie told him. “Your hair has a blue tinge now, too,” she added.

“The fuck?” Kross growled, reaching up to feel his hair as though he could tell what color it was that way.

“You do look considerably different,” Commander Sylvan told him. “Did Dr. Barbarous make any other changes in you?”

“I don’t know.” Kross sounded bewildered.

“He turned you animalistic for a while,” Sylvie offered. “That’s why we were…uh, together that way. You got all growly and started…”

She trailed off because there was real horror on her Protector’s face.

“Are you saying I raped you? Goddess, Syliva!”

“Not rapeexactly,” she said quickly. “I mean, I wasn’t totally on board with the, uh, idea but then he filled the room with lust gas and itreallyaffected me. One thing led to another and we just…”

She trailed off, unable to think of a nice polite way to say that she’d been overcome with lust and had welcomed her Protector plowing her as hard as he could. She kept that thought strictly to herself—it was so embarrassing!

Kross seemed to be about to say something else but just then two more Kindred warriors arrived and they were dragging Dr. Barbarous between them.

“Here, Sylvan. Got the bastard just as he was running away,” one of them—a huge Beast Kindred, growled.

“Thanks, Baird.” Commander Sylvan nodded at the Beast Kindred warrior. “Who else is in this compound?”

“Besides all those fucking tree-men there’s another hollow tree trunk filled with women,” Baird told him. “They look traumatized—I think we need to take them back to the Mother Ship for medical care and therapy.”

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