Page 3 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“They…they’re drinking my blood,” she said faintly.

“I know, Princess. Don’t look,” Kross ordered firmly.

He collected a few things from the cabinet filled with medical supplies and crouched down in front of her.

“What…what are you going to do?” Sylvie asked, doing her bestnotto look down at her chest.

“Going to get these little fuckers off you,” he growled. He was holding a small collecting basin in one hand and a long pair of silver tweezers in the other, she saw.

“Wait!” she begged, as he started to reach for the leech attached to her right nipple. “What if they…what if they bite when you pull on them? What they bite…bite my nipples off?”

“Do theyfeellike they’re biting hard enough to do that?” Kross asked, arching one silvery eyebrow.

“I don’t know—I just feel numb,” Sylvie admitted. “I guess that numbing agent they generate when they, uh, feed reallyiseffective,” she added faintly and her eyes started to close as a feeling of lightheadedness swept over her.

“Hey—wake up! Come on, Sylvia.” Kross’s voice was worried but she could have told he was anxious about her even if it wasn’t—he never called her by her first name unless things went seriously sideways.

He patted her cheeks until Sylvie opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Listen—you’re the Scientist,” he told her. “I’m just the grunt who protects you. You’ve been studying these little bastards—what can we do to make them drop off on their own?”

“Probably they won’t fall off until they…they drink their fill.” Sylvie started to look down again, but Kross caught her chin in one hand and kept her face level with his own.

“Don’t look,”he said, frowning. “The way those things are growing, I’m afraid they might drain you dry before they let go on their own. What else can we do?”

“Maybe…cold water?” Sylvie suggested faintly. “The water of the swamp is warm—the cold might be a deterrent.”

“Okay, one cold shower coming up, Princess. Come on.”

Kross lifted her by the arm and then crouched low to slip his own long arm around her waist. He practically carried her into the bathroom—or “fresher” as the Kindred called it. Then he sat her firmly on the closed toilet and turned on the shower.

“You ready?” he asked, turning to her.

“I…I think so.” Sylvie nodded, trying to be brave and sound like an experienced scientist instead of a scared little girl.

“Good—let’s get you in here. But first…”

Kross knelt at her feet and began tugging at the bottom of the coverall which was still tied by the arms around her waist. Sylvie started to watch him…then stopped herself. She didnotwant to see how big the leeches were now. Though her nipples were numb, she felt as though two heavy weights were hanging off her breasts which she was surecouldn’tbe a good sign.

Her Kindred Protector got the coverall untied and tugged it down. He took off her protective boots as well until she was wearing nothing but the thin t-shirt and a pair of white lace panties.

It was embarrassing to be so bare in front of him—Sylvie was usually self-conscious about her curves and she made sure to hide them from her sarcastic Protector, fearing what he mightsay about her. But Kross didn’t say a word—he only helped her strip.

Then, to her surprise, he started undressing as well.

“Hey—what are you doing?” she asked faintly, as he stripped out of his long-sleeved maroon shirt, showing a bare chest that would have made an Instagram model weep.

“I’m getting in with you,” he said grimly, reaching down to take off his boots.

“But, you don’t have to do that,” Sylvie protested.

“Yes I do.” He stripped down his black flight leathers—the tight leather trousers he always wore when they were on a mission together—revealing a skin-tight pair of black boxer briefs that clung to his muscular buttocks like a lover. “You’re too unsteady—I can’t risk you falling and hitting your head, Princess.”

By the time they were both ready to get into the shower, Sylvie was feeling extremely faint. How much blood had she lost? By the way the “weights” on her nipples were dragging at her breasts, it must be a considerable amount. Even the float dots were having a hard time keeping her boobs perky.

The ice-cold water in the shower brought her back to full alertness when Kross helped her into it. True to his word, he came in with her, though she saw his jaw clench when the freezing needles of water hit his bare skin.

“All right,” he rumbled and knelt in front of her again. “Let’s see what we can do with these bastards.”

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