Page 65 of Decadence

Everything else became insignificant as thoughts of Ikriss flooded her brain. She massaged the tender nub of her clit, rotating her hips this way and that, seeking to both stoke and extinguish her throbbing need.

Her thoughts were no longer hers.

Her body wasn’t hers anymore. It became a wild, sensual thing. Heat surged between her thighs. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

She barely recognized the sound of her own voice as soft, rumbling moans erupted from her throat.

But no matter how pleasurable it was, she couldn’t find release.

And gradually, her unfulfilled need became an impossible kind of torture.

Skin slick with sweat, her chest heaving, her breath coming in soft gasps, she stopped.

What’s wrong with you?

And then the doors unravelled.

She froze.

“Don’t you people know how to fucking knock?” Sienna pulled the sheets around her body faster than warp speed, trying to appear as composed and respectable as possible.

Her visitor stood in the doorway; a strange, alien silhouette of long tousled hair and curving horns.

Who?

The medic.

Didn’t this asshole understand the concept of privacy?

Sienna’s arousal evaporated like mist in the desert. “Can I help you, Zharek?”

The alien took one look at her and shook his head slowly in disbelief. “Perfect,” he said softly, his expression becoming cryptic. “It all makes sense.”

“What do you want?” she demanded, suddenly feeling afraid. She was alone with this mad scientist, who seemed to treat humans and Kordolians like his own personal lab rats.

She was pretty sure he didn’t really understand the meaning of consent, either.

Vyron and Jaxis didn’t even poke their heads around the door to check on her.

Bastards.

Nobody had come back to update her on what was happening on Earth yet.

Zharek smiled in the shadows, his fangs gleaming. “Don’t be scared, Sienna. I would never harm you. I just need to sample your scent, that’s all.”

“My scent?” Is he out of his freaking mind? Is he some sort of weird pervert?

“Don’t be so alarmed. It has no effect whatsoever on me. Genetics has keyed your biological signature to his. It’s as good as done.” He moved forward, reaching between the folds of his flowing dark blue robes. The doors sealed shut behind him. Sienna tensed. Zharek might not be an elite warrior, but he still moved in that strange fluid way of the Kordolians, and his amber eyes burned with a manic kind of intensity. “I just need a small sample,” he said, producing a tiny black machine that was about the size and shape of a piece of dried penne pasta.

He pressed a button in one end. Click.

It made a faint whirring sound.

“Hold on,” Sienna snapped. “What are you doing? You haven’t told me what this is all about. What do you want to use my scent for?”

The alien gave her a patient look, as if he were explaining a simple concept to a child. “I’m going to replicate and multiply certain compounds in your scent and inject them directly into your mate’s veins at the end of surgery. It will accelerate his healing. Right now, you are very potent to him, and immensely valuable.” He grinned, looking utterly pleased with himself. “Don’t be so shocked. At least I am able to give you the benefit of an explanation. In the past, that wouldn’t have happened. Thank you, human, for advancing our biological research. You have no idea how important you are to us now. And trust me, you will thank me later." The medic offered her a slight bow and tucked away his little sample, turning to leave.

As the doors opened, he paused and said something in Kordolian to whoever was outside—it sounded like Jaxis.

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