Page 5 of Forced to Mate By the Mad Scientist

He broke off talking to suck his fingers some more and then went back to circling her aching nipple.

“I mean, I guess I could have let you keep bleeding, but I didn’t think you’d want that,” he murmured as he worked on her. “And you’ve already lost too much blood.”

Sylvie bit her lip, trying her best not to moan and arch her back as the tingling pleasure rushed through her. God, she couldn’tstandKross—he was always so sarcastic and rude! But she couldn’t seem to help the way her body was reacting to his gentle touch.

Maybe she had him all wrong, she thought as she watched his face. There was an intent look in his eyes as he healed her—an expression that said he took his job as her Protector seriously and would do anything to keep her safe. Maybe they had gotten off on the wrong foot and he was an okay guy after all. Though he was touching her nipples, it clearly wasn’t because he wanted to grope her—his essence reallywashealing the tiny wounds the leeches had left.

He was sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a fresh pair of flight leathers and nothing else, which meant his muscular chest was still on display. But it was his face Sylvie looked at—there was still a very faint imprint of her hand on his cheek. She must have really slapped him hard! Or else his pearly gray skin just kept a mark for a long time.

“I…I’m sorry I slapped you,” she whispered, reaching up to graze his hurt cheek lightly with her fingertips. “I shouldn’t have assumed you were just, uh…”

“Perving on you?” He looked up from his task and grinned briefly. “Yeah, I don’t blame you though, Princess. If I’m being completely honest, it’s hard not to notice you when you have all your gorgeous curves on display.”

Sylvie bit her lip, uncertain how to respond. Was he saying he liked full-figured women? She’d heard something about Kindred liking curvy girls from friends aboard the Mother Ship—especially from Kat, who was curvy and mated to Twin Kindred—but she hadn’t had any idea that Kross felt that way. He was so big and tall and muscular—with his strong jaw and changeable, jewel-toned eyes, he looked like a male model. Could someone like him really find someone like her attractive?

“Um…really?” she asked at last. “You like, uh, women with curves?”

“Like them?” He looked up again for a moment, his eyes flashing reddish purple. “Princess, I fuckinglovecurvy women—we call them ‘Elites’—didn’t you know that?”

“Elites?” Sylvie frowned.

“Women the Goddess has blessed with extra curvy figures.” He sucked his fingers again and went back to the other nipple, even though Sylvie was almost sure it was healed. But maybe he was just trying to be thorough…

She shifted on the bed, pressing her thighs together tightly.

“So…I’m an Elite?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Yes, you fucking are, Princess,” he growled softly and his eyes were suddenly half-lidded and more purple than red. “You’re Goddess-damned gorgeous and you fucking know it.”

Sylvie didn’t know any such thing. She knew she had pretty hair—it was her best feature, honestly. But she had too many freckles and more than one man had let her know that her weight made her ‘undateable.’” It was one reason she’d given up on the dating scene completely and decided to focus wholly on her work. Now, however, Kross was looking at her like she was incredibly desirable and hot.

It made her wonder what was going on in his head as he stared at her with that lazy look of lust and continued to tease her tight nipples.

“I…um…” She couldn’t think of what to say. Kross was leaning over her…so close now. Almost close enough to kiss… “Am I healed yet?” she asked, not sure what else to say.

“Ithinkso.” Kross pinched her nipple and tugged on it gently. “How does that feel?”

This time Sylvie couldn’t bite back a moan.

“It…it feels good,” she admitted breathlessly.

He gave her a lazy smile.

“Good. I wanted to be sure your sensitivity wasn’t compromised by those little fuckers. Maybe I should test the other one too.”

And he reached across and tugged her other nipple, making her moan again as sparks of pleasure shot through her, straight down to her pussy.

“Ohh!” Sylvie gasped, arching her back again.

His eyes went lazy with lust.

“Gods…so responsive. Yes, I think you’re all right now, Princess.”

“Don’t…don’t call me Princess,” Sylvie panted, not knowing what else to say.

Kross leaned forward, looking right into her eyes, his lips almost brushing hers as he spoke.

“I’ll call you anything I want,” he growled softly. “Princess.”

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