Page 21 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight
“Hormones, my dear. They’re pushy little fellows.” Dr. Marcus paused. “If you’re not sure, I don’t need to give you the injections. There isn’t a hard deadline.”
“I’m sure, I’ve just never... Well, not since the first time. I thought it would be good, and it was not. Ever since then, each time I’ve tried, the enjoyment has been less.”
“Repeated disappointments, hm?”
“Exactly.”
“You know, Sasha, I feel like Gideon is an incredibly thorough, detail-oriented, and efficient sort of person. He’d have to be capable of getting done a huge array of tasks to work for someone like Farhet. If pleasing his surrogate Queen and ensuring she feels no discomfort is his directive, by Bastet, he’ll do it!” Marcus rose and walked to the steel refrigeration unit. He put his paw on the handle. “Do you trust him?”
Sasha nodded.
“I do, too.”
She swallowed. “Let’s do this.”
GIDEON SHUT THE TABSon his database computer, his cock achingly stiff after “studying” the materials provided about human coupling, supplemented by his own research, which included reading some expert tips from women who worked in the Sapien-Three Pleasure Parks.
All of it created such arousal in him—and at the same time, confused him.
Some women disparaged men with small cocks, yet the files he’d received from Dr. Marcus and the surrogate program explained how large objects could cause pain and discomfort for humans. Some of the Pleasure Park experts claimed that men should be spontaneous, go hard, and be in charge, but the surrogate information suggested open, clear dialogue and lots of slow, gentle practice.
Who to believe? The human females who were apparently so skilled at sexual encounters that they pursued it as a career, or the Felid males in the medical profession?
The only one who can truly tell you which she prefers is Sasha, Gideon realized, and rose from his spot, well-aware that he couldn’t go see Sasha like that, with an erection that was even more prominent than the one he’d had that morning.That will not make her feel safe, not at all.
Instead, he found her name on the ship’s communication system, Guest: Sasha Cordovair.
He typed carefully, each word a heavy weight.
Guest: Gideon: How are you?
Guest: Sasha Cordovair: I’m fine! I got my first shot today.
He hesitated. First shot. According to the files he’d read, and apparently studied more than his employer, the shots would create a chromosomal compatibility—starting with mimicking the female Felid’s heat, and then a short window of ovulation and fertility. Continued injections and a strict protocol carefully monitored by one of two trained physicians, Dr. Marcus being one of them, would help the female human carry a Felid cub to term in five cycles, and then a surgical delivery would occur since most Felid cubs would be too large for a female human’s delicate pelvis.
Pelvis.
Delicate.
Heat.
Gideon’s paws seemed slick as they tapped on the glossy screen of his comm.
Guest: Gideon: Are you well? Are you in pain?
Guest: Sasha Cordovair: I’m a little sore, but nothing major.
Guest: Gideon: Would you like to rest? If so, I will see you tomorrow.
Guest: Sasha Cordovair: I actually had a really good night’s sleep. You should know. You were there.
Gideon let out a breath that was so heavy it briefly fogged over the screen. Yes, he’d been there. He’s been there for an incredible night—the best of his life, or at least of the last decade. He felt free. There was the prospect of financial freedom, and the reality of being in a different environment where he was treated as an honored guest, not a servant or a freak of nature because of his coloring. There were no chores and responsibilities, and no snobbish, pompous demands to deal with.
Even that abundance of good fortune paled when he remembered the hours of conversation with Sasha, easily telling her about his life, and being a sympathetic ear to listen to hers.
Her easy touches on his paw. The way she didn’t mind if his tail wrapped around her ankle.
Didn’t mind if they completely wrapped around each other and shared a bed.
