Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
What will happen when I have to cut her loose from training? She won’t be my student anymore. I won’t be her master. Won’t have any right to punish her sweet little ass.
And why the veck does that thought make me want to smash all the equipment in the dome?
I ease out of the precious female and use my tunic to clean between her legs.
I don’t even know what to say to her now.
I’m sorry. I’m an idiot who can’t keep his hands off you.
I don’t want to tell her any of those things. I want to keep her my willing student, subject to my discipline.
Subject to my cock.
But it won’t be long before my superiors question why I’m wasting my time on her when she’s so clearly unqualified.
I help Zina back into her clothing. “Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask, still playing her disciplinarian.
“Yes, Master.” She leans into me and I don’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around her and pulling her soft form against mine.
“Good girl.” I give her ass a squeeze and then a pat. “I’ll see you next week, then.”
She pulls away. My sensors tell me her eyes are trained on my face. She’s probably trying to understand what’s happening between us. And I’m an asshole because I can’t explain it. Because it shouldn’t be happening.
“Bye, Zina,” I murmur, walking her to the door.
“Um, bye. I’ll see you next week.”
I give her ass one last playful slap before she heads through the door, and then I head for the washtube so my captain won’t smell her on me.
I’m going to get myself in a galaxy of trouble if I don’t pull back from this human.
And yet distancing myself just seems impossible.
Chapter 9
Zina
“We’re done. You can get dressed once you’re ready.” The doctor turns away, and I hear his instruments clink in the cleansing sink across the med pod. “The procedure was a success, and I see no reason why your sterility won’t reverse in as little as three months. I was able to remove the sterility implant device and your hormones are currently at perfect levels for human procreation. Riya will help with the bandages, so please give her your attention.”
Once he exits the med pod, I sit up and touch my belly. “I feel numb.” My mind, too, is oddly disconnected from what just happened. After the experimentations done on me, it was hard to lie there and let a doctor examine me. I had to leave my body mentally and emotionally to keep from fighting him or running out the door.
But now that it’s over, I should be overjoyed to hear that my fertility is almost a certainty once again. Why am I so despondent?
“The nerve block will wear off in a few minutes. Are you dizzy?” Riya approaches with the bandages.
“No. I don’t think so.” I look around. “That was surprisingly quick.” The med pod is sterile and spare and reminds me of previous… I shudder, pushing away old memories. My leg. I focus on the efforts some being has made to render the place cheerful. There are gauzy curtains on the high, round windows, and a gorgeous drawing—probably setta chalk on a parchment, of a Zandian landscape. It’s calming, and I’m pretty sure a human female drew it. Zandian males don’t seem like they’re much for art.
She nods. “We’ve become quite familiar with the Ocretion devices, and the doctor has a high success rate with reversing them. Really one hundred percent, to be honest, but we don’t want to promise just in case. You’ll just need to wait for your body to adjust. We’ll give you a medication to take for the next few months, which should help you get accustomed to the new hormones. You may feel more emotional.”
“Okay.” I clench my fists around the white gown. “I understand.” Anxiety gnaws at my gut.
Her voice is soft and gentle. “It will be all right, Zina. May I?” She lifts my gown and shows me the surgery site.
The wound is tiny, barely a centimeter long, and right over my previous scar from the insert surgery. “This will heal up in a few hours with the med pack.”
Even though I am familiar with the speed of Zandian healing, it still boggles my mind. “Wow.”
“By tomorrow you can do everything like usual.” She smiles.
“Great. I’ll go back to worrying about Enya and obsessing over Tarek without any issues,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” She tilts her head.
“Great news. I’m so thrilled.” I glance at the door where the doctor exited, maybe trying to distract her from the fact that I talked about Tarek.
“I know the doctor is abrupt,” she apologizes. “But he’s the best on the planet, possibly in many galaxies. And as you know right now he’s focused on his mate, Bayla and her human child.”