Page 36 of Monstrous Rampage
Evidently her curiosity abounded, which only increased my desire to indulge my own curiosity.
Like if her hair was as soft as it looked.
Or what her skin would feel like against my mouth.
“Not bad,” I rasped out. “Indescribably good.”
Her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. Such a tempting color. I fought the urge to lick her to see if she tasted as good as she looked. “Inappropriate? Especially for a first date?”
“Not at all.”Especially if we mate.Though I didn’t voice the last part out loud.
“You didn’t scan me yet, did you?”
My cock throbbed at the thought of sensing the inside of her body. “Not yet. Are you sure you’re alright with me touching you?”
She nodded. “For a scan. Yes.”
“Noted.” I extended the implement and lightly touched the tip to her forehead. Data flooded my system, and I basked in the knowledge of her body’s inner workings. Heart rate. Temperature. Mineral composition of her bones. She’d lostweight since the last scan Snyder’s team had done. I posted to the grid.:She needs to eat more nutrients and calories to maintain her weight.:
:Acknowledged,:Snyder replied.:Note any other recommendations to improve her health.:
Her neural network gleamed like brilliant star clusters and swirling galaxies yet to be explored. Brighter than her earlier scans, which was not unexpected given the improvements her mrions were making.
Her left ovary held the largest follicle they’d documented in her last scan.:Follicle now measuring at fourteen millimeters. Projected ovulation for human females should occur in the range of eighteen to twenty-four millimeters.:
:Do you recommend more hCG to encourage maturation?:
Maturation. When the follicle would erupt and release the egg for fertilization. My job. If I survived the alpha long enough. Though I couldn’t imagine anything restraining him once she ovulated. It would be the equivalent of heat for us.
Or worse. Rut.
If the BGR++ came into full rut, we’d all be dead. Though the chances of a successful fertilization would increase exponentially. Assuming she even survived.
:Negative. I recommend you allow her body to progress toward ovulation normally unless there’s a pressing need to reduce her cycle time.:
:Acknowledged.:
Her fingers roamed down the side of my neck. Gliding softly across my shoulder. My chest. I refocused on her face, watching the emotion flickering over her features. Curiosity. Yes. But it was more than that. Since I was still connected, I felt the subtle changes in her body.
The rising temperature in her core. Increased blood flow to her genitals and breasts. Involuntary tightening of themammary nipples and vaginal walls. Her natural lubrication increased. Her pupils dilated, darkening her blue eyes to nightfall.
She’s aroused. By me. By these simple, innocent touches.
“See?” She breathed out a shaky sigh. “This isn’t… I shouldn’t feel this way.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know you. This is crazy.” Yet she didn’t stop sliding her palm across my pectoral muscles. “The more I touch you, the crazier I feel.”
“Your body recognizes a potential—” I hesitated in saying mate. The alpha was clearly her mate. I would be only an inconsequential substitute while he was separated from her. Breeding partner seemed too brash and arrogant, especially coming from me. “Squad.”
“Do you feel the same way?”
I leaned forward ever so slowly, so I could touch my head to hers. “As soon as I smelled you, my body attuned to you. Even though you smell like the BGR++.”
“I do? Still? I’m glad, I think. Or is that bad?”
“He’s your mate. You should wear his scent rather than these flimsy clothes. But I also smell your scent beneath his musk, and I would follow you to another galaxy just to hear you breathe and laugh again.”
