Page 43 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

“You didn’t do anything!” she snapped, shoving her way past him. “Or at least, not anything I didn’t want you to.”

This was news to Kross. He shut the door and followed her back into his mostly empty suite. Sylvia was in his living area, pacing in front of the overstuffed leather sofa. She was wearing a green dress that made her eyes look smoky in the dim light. Kross thought she had never looked more lovely but he needed to know what she meant.

“Do you mean Ididn’tforce you?” he asked, coming back to stand beside the couch.

“No, notexactly.” Her face was turning red, but she seemed determined to keep talking. “After the stuff Barbarous injected you with started to take effect, you started doing a few things but?—”

“Wait.” Kross held up a hand to stop her. “What things exactly? I need to know everything that happened between us. I can’t remember any of it up until the time your voice in my head woke me up.”

“Well, you, uh, sucked my nipples,” Sylvia’s face was even redder now, her cheeks rosy with a blush. “And then you got between my legs and licked me there too.”

At the memory of tasting her sweet pussy, Kross’s shaft went instantly rigid in his trousers. Gods, he loved the taste of her juices! Not to mention the sound of her moans and sighs and the feeling of her small fingers pulling her hair as she bucked her hips to meet his tongue…

“Mmm, I did, did I?” he growled, giving her an interested look as he settled on the couch. “And then what?”

“Then he gassed me—with that awful cotton candy gas,” Sylvia explained. She had stopped pacing and was just standing there, her hands balled into fists and her face pink with embarrassment. “He told me that if I didn’t let you, you know, breed me that I would have painful urges. So painful that they could kill me.”

“So you…?” Kross raised his eyebrows, waiting to hear the rest.

“So I unfastened your trousers,” she admitted in a low, embarrassed voice. “I mean, I reallywasin pain. And you couldn’t do it yourself—you were in ‘animal mode,’”

“So youletme breed you?” Kross could barely believe it. He was half relieved and half angry. “All this time I thought I’d forced you! I’ve been fuckinghatingmyself, Princess,” he growled.

“Have you?” Sylvia looked stricken. “I’m so sorry! I tried to contact you, but you weren’t picking up on our link.”

“Yes, well—I didn’t think you really wanted to talk to me,” Kross said, looking away. “I thought you must hate me and I didn’t blame you.”

“I don’t hate you!” Sylvia came to stand between his legs. “In fact, I think …I think I might love you, Kross,” she said in a low voice.

Kross felt his heart stutter in his chest.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice coming out hoarse and uncertain. “But the way you acted—you wanted me out of you, you couldn’t wait to get away?—”

“Our boss walked in on us while we were tied together like a couple of dogs in heat!” she exclaimed. “Of course I was embarrassed and wanted you out of me. I mean, it was sounprofessional.”

Kross didn’t know whether to laugh or be irritated. But her words kept coming back to him.

“So now that I know I didn’t force you, go back to what you said before, Princess,” he told her.

“What I said before?” she looked at him uncertainly.

“You know? About loving me?” Kross took her hands in his and looked at her hopefully. Their height difference was so great that they were almost eye-to-eye, even with him sitting and her standing. “Did you mean it?” he asked.

Her cheeks went pink all over again.

“You said it to me too, you know,” she said, slightly defensive. “When you were under the influence of that injection Barbarous gave you. You told me you loved me—that you’vealwaysloved me.”

Kross decided to risk everything.

“I do, baby,” he said honestly. “And I have always loved you—you’re my Fated Mate. I just didn’t think I could ever Claim you because I’m a Hybrid.”

“Fated Mate?” Her eyes went wide. “That’s what the priestess said.”

“What priestess?” Kross frowned.

“I don’t know her name.” Sylvia shook her head. “She came to me when I was walking in the park just now and told me you were about to leave and I needed to go see you before it was too late.” She nibbled her lower lip. “It’s not too late, is it, Kross? Please say it’s not.”

“Of course not, Princess…” He drew her down into his lap so that she was straddling him and kissed her gently. “You got to me just in time,” he murmured. “I was just about to leave the Mother Ship for good.”

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