My friend might behave like he had a Viken walking stick up his ass most of the time, but he was not denying his mate. He wanted her. The way his cock dripped pre-cum like a leaky shower tube was plenty of indication. A little prodding, not just from me threatening to make her mine but from the governor over the comm as well—even with a little lying to make him hustle—had him moving now.
He was here. She was his. Ours. I just had to get him to put his clothes back on before she ran, screaming, back to Earth—or to a Prillon mating pair that wasn’t… damaged. I wanted to fuck her just as much as he appeared to want to, but it wasn’t happening in the transport room with the tech as witness. I didn’t think there was a Prillon custom for that, thank the gods.
He didn’t spare me a glace, kept his gaze focused squarely on Mikki.
Mikki.
“Trax, you will remove your clothing. Now.”
I arched a brow—because no fucking way—and said nothing as Mikki stuttered.
“That’s… that’s okay.” She held up her hand as if to stop me. “He already said hello. Gave me a fancy greeting and all,” Mikki commented.
“We shall do this properly,” Surnen continued. “Tradition dictates—”
“Tradition doesn’t dictate it happens in a transport room,” I said. Hopefully he was specific enough in his rule following to agree. “We should take this to your quarters.” I cleared my throat. “Our quarters.”
Surnen’s pale brow winged up. “We do not take our female to our private quarters until her medical exam is complete.”
“Medical exam? You want to play doctor?” Mikki grabbed the blanket tighter about her and took a small step back. Perhaps it was all females from Earth who didn’t like that concept.
Surnen glared at her, and I wanted to punch him. “Yes. You will be examined before we touch you. I must ensure you are healthy after transport. It is my duty.”
She shook her head, her dark hair swaying around her shoulders like liquid darkness. I wanted to touch, discover if those black strands were as soft as they looked. Gods, she was beautiful. Perfect.
She shook her head. “Yeah, no. That’s not my kink.”
I tried not to smile, biting my lip to keep from doing so. She might be tiny, but she was like a little ion blast and I had a feeling she was going to blow up Surnen’s rigid routine.
“Kink?” Surnen turned to me, confusion on his face. I lifted my hands helplessly.
“I don’t play doctor and patient to get turned on. Sorry, but no. I hate the doctor’s office.”
“Turned on? Are you currently off?”
Mikki ran her teeth over her upper lip in frustration, and I could not tear my gaze from the sight. “No. I’m not off. I mean, medical stuff is not arousing. I know some people like it, but it’s just not my thing.”
“It is not a sexual encounter, but one meant to confirm you are healthy. We will satisfy you sexually during the exam. Your responsiveness is part of the test.”
Her gaze narrowed. “You mean what by that, exactly? What does satisfying me have to do with it?”
“I will assess all your body’s responses, including your reaction to sexual stimulation, to ensure you will respond properly and do not have any neurological or other medical issues that we may need to correct.”
“And what is considered responding properly?”
“Trax will hold you in place, mate. He may kiss you or stimulate your breasts while I initiate the other examination. I assume you were fitted with the proper body waste regulators before transport. I will confirm the proper placement of the transponders as well as stimulate your clitoris until your body’s autonomic response takes over and creates conditions for a proper sexual release.”
I wanted to smack Surnen in the back of the head, throw Mikki over my shoulder and take her to bed before the good doctor scared the hell out of her. What the fuck was he playing at? I expected Mikki to shrink into herself, to be intimidated by Surnen’s aggressive attitude. Instead she straightened her shoulders, narrowed her gaze and leaned toward him.
“Let me get this straight. You want to hook me up to some alien medical gadgets to find out if I can have an orgasm?”
“That is an oversimplified explanation, but yes.”
“Don’t waste your time, Doc. I can. I really, really can.” She looked him over, her gaze moving slowly, and I suddenly wished I were naked as well. “Maybe not with you, but I absolutely have no problems in the orgasm department. I don’t need to go to medical to know that.”
Surnen’s eyes bulged at her calm assurance. She was nothing like Prillon females. Nothing at all.
“The orgasm should please you,” he replied. “You will be rewarded for being—”