Page 63 of Milking His Lass

“Where is Nagán,” Vrokjan snarls. “I want him to be the one to attend her. Not you three.”

“I assure you-”

“I’m here,” Nagán calls out, shoving himself into the room. “I heard what was going on.” With a snap of his fingers, he motions for them to leave. They seem reticent, but soon drift out, leaving us alone. “As if they think they know better than a Medical Rancher,” he grumbles under his breath, looking Fiona over.

“What’s wrong with her?” I cry out, my throat nearly closing as panic assails me. There’s no way I can lose her now.

“Celestials,” Nagán spits out. “Just as dramatic as Vrokjan. I’m here now, so let me do my job.” Turning to Fiona, he gives her a tight smile. “Things will be uncomfortable for you for a bit, but I will do my best to keep the discomfort to a minimum.”

“I’m here, my precious pet,” I murmur, running my hand over her hair.

“About that,” Nagán sighs. “It will be better if you leave. She’s badly injured, and I need my full attention to attend to her. She’ll only be distracted with you here. Both of you leave. She is not in any danger of dying. I can assure you of that.”

“Now listen-” I cry out as Vrokjan places his hand on my chest and pushes me backward.

“I trust my brother with my life,” he murmurs, doing his best to console me. “He’s the only one I would trust with Jessica. He will take care of your cow.”

Wrenching away from my boss, I slide over to Fiona and slide my hand around the back of her head to pull her up for a kiss. She quivers in my arms, but not from arousal. Her body continues to shake as I infuse all the love I have into this one kiss.

“Yes, yes,” Nagán mutters. “You love her. She loves you. It’s all so touching. Her blood pressure is dropping if either of you cares enough to notice.”

I pull back, not wishing to harm my human. “You’re so cold and callus, Nagán. May the Celestials one day give you a cow, so you understand how this all feels.”

“If the Celestials dare, then that shows they are not nearly as astute as you think they are. Hallway. Now.”

Vrokjan grabs my arm and leads me out, knowing full well I will never leave on my own. She looks so small on that table, so tiny and helpless. Despite all the ferocity in her, the will to live and survive, she’s still just a human.

Aliens come and go, passing in front of us without so much as a glance. It’s not until a member of the Rulov sector slides by that I bring my attention away from Fiona. To think she was so close to being in his clutches.

Such a ruthless race, perfect for containing and punishing criminals. Perhaps, if we’re lucky, he’s on his way to apprehend Jakroon even as we speak. Being sent to a prison planet would only ease just a hint of the rage I feel toward him for harming what’s mine.

Glancing over at Vrokjan, I can’t help but worry for my boss. Dark circles line under his eyes, showing the exhaustion of the last few days. It’s not been easier for either of us. Then again, I don’t think any other Rancher has ever dealt with such humans before.

“Is Jessica really going to be okay?”

For the first time since we’ve recovered Fiona, he smiles. “Better than okay. Your human will be too. Nagán will see to that.”

A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I look over at the closed door. I cannot hear any sounds coming from within, but that doesn’t mean anything. No doubt each room is soundproofed on the inside.

Eventually, the Medical Rancher pops out, his face weary. Again, fear clenches my insides as I push off the wall and make my way to him.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s sleeping. I’ve drained her and stored her milk for the capital.” He rolls his eyes. “Payment to the courts, apparently. Her serum is altered, so I’m sure she’ll feel far more comfortable when she wakes. I’ve also infused her with two bags of saline, so her hydration level is back where it needs to be.”

“With this new serum…”

“She will still produce milk. Like Jessica, it will be enough for you to enjoy and enough that she is still considered a cow. Her body is still sexually primed and able to take whatever you wish to bestow. If that is all, I have other duties to attend to. Apparently, we are set to raid Jakroon and Ratainio’s compound to see to their cows. If they caused harm to Fiona, there’s no telling what they’ve done to their own herd.”

I don’t envy the Icorian as he steps out into the hall. Even now, my gut clenches at the very thought of others suffering as Fiona did. Stepping into the room, the band around my heart loosens as I watch her sleep.

Already the bruises are fading. The dark, abused flesh of her nipples appears mended with only a bit of abrasion showing anything happened at all. Vrokjan is right. Nagán is sent from the Celestials.

Gathering my human into my arms, I finally take in a full breath. She feels so right there, like she belongs. All that stands in the way of our happiness is the branding ceremony. Again, that tinge of nausea churns in my gut.

She can always say no. But then, I hope she doesn’t.

Vrokjan and I are silent as we carry her out of the building. Curious glances look our way, no doubt wanting to see the human who bested an Icorian. Hopefully, news doesn’t travel too far.

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