Page 5 of Loaned to the Leonid Knight

Sasha nodded, and her mind circled back to Kaylee’s description. Eager.

Well, let’s hope that it’s contagious, she thought as she saw Kaylee out and then retreated to the shower.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEhuman Queen is not ready now? I was informed when she arrived. She’s been here for several days.”

Marcus looked at the impressive Leonid, a tall, striking figure in an immaculate suit and an overbearing manner.

“I’m sure you recall that the chromosomal compatibility injections must be given at the right time in the reproductive cycle. Another two days should have Miss Cordovair ready. In the meantime, there’s nothing preventing you from getting to know one another and enjoying each other’s company. And if you’d like any advice on practical matters, we have a few members of the medical crew on staff who are in Felid-human relationships. They could help answer questions. I’m certainly available, as is my wife, who is also our coordinator.”

“I am not some cub. I don’t need coaching.”

“Very well, then I’ll take you to your quarters so you can prepare for your visit.” Marcus eyed the Leonid, a trickle of dislike entering his soul, something he shoved away fiercely. He was a doctor, sworn to help all. “Just be patient and allow things to develop naturally. It’s an awkward sort of situation, and a sense of humor and friendship will go a long way to easing that.”

“This is a business transaction. I don’t need to befriend her, I simply need to fertilize her.”

Marcus knew his snarl betrayed him, and in other circumstances, he didn’t think the pompous Leonid would have tempered his speech or his attitude—but because Marcus was holding all the cards, including the surrogate in question, Farhet chuckled and gave an ingratiating smile.

“I’m sorry. It’s just best not to involve emotions in a potentially difficult situation. Don’t you agree, Doctor?”

“I think the right sort of emotions in any situation are useful. Separates us from the droids and machines. In your quarters, and in Miss Cordovair’s quarters, there are specially made kits that might help you achieve physical union.”

“There’s no point in being physical with the female until she’s taken the serum.”

Marcus counted to three in his head. “No point from the medical view, but from the compatibility standpoint, perhaps. There is a size difference.”

“You said Felids and humans were compatible! I saw pictures of the cubs!” Farhet’s voice was tense. Angry.

“They are. But you don’t want to injure her by trying to force something very large in a very small space. Patience, time, and lubrication are your friends.”

Was it his imagination, or did Farhet shudder?

“You know, I do believe you could get your deposit back if you’re feeling—”

“I am feeling ready to begin this process. I’m a very busy and important leader in my district. I cannot be gadding about off-world for weeks.”

“You may have to be.” Marcus’ tone had cooled. Frozen over.

“I’m sorry. I’m just... I have an ill and elderly father. He is desperate for my presence to reassure him that our Pride is in good paws, and I need this attempt to be successful. I’m sure you can understand the conflict in my soul. Obviously, I am a gentleman, and I have no wish to rush or injure the human! Of course not! I’m just... anxious.”

“Well. I can understand that, especially when your father craves your presence, but demands of this nature can’t be handled planet-side. Yet. After a few dozen successes, and some further training for reproductive medicine staff, and patenting of the serum and protocols, Bastet Mercy will start with a small program. If you want to wait a year or two so you could be where you could look after your father and your Pride—”

“I want to be the first. I paid Bastet Mercy a great deal to be the first,” Farhet informed him.

Marcus frowned. “Did you?”

“Didn’t you know?”

“No, I was just provided your name as an acceptable candidate who fit all the parameters. There are others listed after you, Tigerites, Leonids, a Leopardine dignitary...”

“My case is most urgent. I explained that to the director of Bastet Mercy. I don’t want fame or notoriety for being one of the first to use your service, certainly not. I—I just feel it is my duty to take some of the risk, and I can pave the way for others. My house is well managed by my personal secretary and assistant. He will handle everything for a week or two. Even a cycle, should it be necessary. I’ll be able to contact him from my quarters, won’t I?”

“Indeed. And of course, you can spend time with Miss Cordovair. Have you had many dealings with humans?”

Marcus watched Farhet’s face carefully, alarmed to see uneasiness washing over it, even though it was clear the big Leonid was trying to hide it.

“No. No, only with your staff,” Farhet said hoarsely.

“A fascinating people, with so many cultures to explore. True survivors, every one of them. I’m sure those strong genes will be passed on to your child.”