Page 23 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“You fucker!” Kross growled. “Why in the Seven Hells would you want to do something like that?”

“Because I can.” Barbarous gloated at them. “I must say, your little friend’s DNA is much easier to work with than my prior subjects. So much so that almost anything is possible! Such as this little scenario—which I think will be as much for a social experiment as a scientific one.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kross demanded.

Barbarous arched an eyebrow at him.

“You’ll see. You refused to fuck Lorna earlier when she was under the influence of my formula because you claimed that would be ‘rape’ and you didn’t want to take advantage of her. But now the female who is in pain is one you are sworn to protect. Would you rather ease Sylvia’s pain by sucking those sweet, tender nipples to drain her breasts of nectar…or watch her writhe in agony because you’re too much of a prude to help her while she’s being affected by a drug?”

“You son of a bitch!” Kross growled but Barbarous’s image was already fading.

“Your choice, Kindred,” he murmured. “Let’s see what you choose.”

Kross wished he could go punch the blank screen, but that wouldn’t do any good. And when he looked back at Sylvia, he could see the pain in her lovely eyes.

“Hey, Princess,” he said softly. “You all right?”

She bit her lip and looked away. Kross could see the red stain of embarrassment on her cheeks.

“Come on, talk to me,” he urged her. “Do you need me to, uh, help you out?” He didn’t want to sound like he was taking advantage of the situation—he just wanted her to feel better. But considering the recent animosity between them, he could understand why she would be hesitant to accept any kind of help from him. Especially sexual help.

“It hurts, all right?” she whispered tightly. “But I don’t expect you to…you know, do what he said. I’ll probably be fine.”

“Like Hell you will,” Kross said, frowning. “You need me to suck your nipples, Princess. Just admit it.”

“I know you don’t like me…likethat.” Sylvia still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Kross felt his heart fist in his chest. Gods, if only he could tell her the truth! But this wasn’t the right time to admit his love. There was never going to be a right time, considering the fact that he could never Claim her.

“Hey, look at me,” he murmured. When she wouldn’t, he took her chin in his hand and tilted it gently until their eyes met. “Sylvia, I don’t mind,” he told her. “Iwantto help you—to protect you. I know this is a strange situation…”

“A situationIgot us into,” she said bitterly. “This is all my fault. I made you come here and I’m the one who ran away when you were just trying to keep me safe. Maybe I deserve to suffer.”

“Don’t say that!” Kross exclaimed. He stroked her cheek until she looked into his eyes again. “Princess, Ineverwant to see yousuffer or in pain,” he told her softly. “Please, will you just let me help you?”

“Well…” She nibbled her lower lip again, her cheeks still hot with a blush. “What if you don’t like it?” she asked at last. “The weird, uh, nectar stuff, I mean?”

“Let me try it,” Kross said reasonably. Leaning forward, he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked experimentally.

A gush of sweetness that reminded him of thin, slightly diluted honey flooded his mouth. At the same time, Sylvia threw back her head and moaned.

“Ohhh!”

Kross stopped sucking and looked up at her.

“Did I hurt you, Princess?” he asked. Though to be honest, her moan hadn’t sounded like one of pain. A look at her eyes told him he was right—they were heavy-lidded with sexual desire.

“No, it didn’t…didn’thurtexactly,” she panted. “It was just…just a really, uh, intense sensation.”

“An intense sensation, huh?” Kross frowned slightly. He was pretty sure he knew what kind of sensation she was getting when he sucked her nipple.

The gas Barbarous gave us must have been laced with pleasure compounds,he thought, looking at her.It must feel really good when I suck her.

The thought made him hard and he shifted, trying to make some more room between his thighs for his suddenly aching cock.

But this was no time to get aroused—he still had to finish helping Sylvia.

“Do you want me to go on?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

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