Page 37 of Guarding the Doctor
“Because it happens in stages, than means you stop right? Like have your fangs and nails transformed but not the rest?”
She nodded. “Yeah, that’s one of the things that makes us good fighters and protectors. We can use just what we need for the situation.”
“I wish we learned more about this in medical school.”
“There’s probably no use in you doing that though since supes don’t get most human diseases. We have super immunity and super healing. When we get injured, usually some rest takes care of it, or we work with one of our healers.”
“There’s a lot human doctors can learn from you,” I said. “Researchers should be studying how to give humans improved healing and immunity instead of how to turn them into weapons.”
“That’s the nature of humankind isn’t it? Whether it’s full human or supernatural human hybrids, there’s always someone trying to get something for themselves. Greed is universal.”
I nodded sadly. “Yeah. But enough serious conversation, I believe I owe you an orgasm.”
“We’re not keeping score,” she said.
I flopped down on my back. “Well, if you don’t want one…”
“Hey,” she protested with a laugh. “I didn’t say that!”
I rolled back over again, dragging the comforter off her body. “Spread ‘em.”
Darla laughed, widening her legs as instructed. I lay half on my side, half on top of her, and gave her a kiss. While we made out, I moved my hand down her body, teasing her breasts and sliding over the soft skin of her belly before I cupped her mound, giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned against my lips, and I did it again.
Her channel was dripping wet, and I stroked her up and down, before spearing her with one finger. It slid in easily, so I added a second, pumping in and out while I continued to make love to her mouth.
When I added a third finger, Darla broke the kiss.
“Yes, that feels so good. But harder, please. Harder.”
I obliged, pumping my fingers in and out roughly, fucking her with my hand while peppering her with little kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders. Darla’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of concentration while she chased her release.
Wanting to get her out of her head, I leaned down and bit down on one nipple, hard enough to make her cry out. Then I did it again, shifting my hand so I could press my thumb against the swollen bud of her clit.
“Kathryn,” she panted. “Mate!”
I curled my fingers deep inside her, finding the rough patch of tissue that made Darla practically levitate off the bed. She cried my name again as her orgasm hit her, making her shake beneath my hands. It went on and on while I stroked and teased her. When she finally stilled, I gave her another quick kiss, then bit the shell of her ear.
“How was that?”
“I’ll never be the same,” she said seriously.
“Good.”
We spent the night together, wrapped in each other’s arms. It wasn’t that I never had sleepovers, but I did them only rarely, mostly because I struggled to sleep. After years as a doctor, I was constantly on alert, ready to wake up on a moment’s notice even when I wasn’t on shift. But in Darla’s arms I fell into a deep and restorative sleep.
I woke up alone, the sheet next to me cold. I glanced at my Apple watch, shocked to see that it was nearly eight a.m. Damn it, we were due at the hospital in an hour.
The door opened just as I sat up.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” Darla walked over, setting a travel mug of coffee on the table next to me. “You’d better get ready, or we’ll be late for work.”
“I can’t believe I slept so late,” I said.
“You needed it I guess. I figured I’d let you sleep in for as long as you could.” She leaned over and gave me a hard kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the kitchen in a few minutes.”
I cleaned up quickly, changing into clothes I could wear to the hospital. I could have used a shower, but we didn’t have a lot of time before we had to leave. I knew I’d need to shower after my shift anyway, so I wiped down the important parts, put on some deodorant, and called it good.
Yuri was in the kitchen when I got there, Darla nowhere in sight.
