“You are Danika Gray from Earth, matched to Prillon Commander Thomar Arcas with a ninety-nine percent compatibility score. Quite remarkable.”
“She is,” Varin confirmed before I could speak. I released the doctor’s hand and pulled the black fabric more tightly around myself. Awkward. I was barefoot and wearing nothing more than a sheet while talking to aliens on another planet. My life grew stranger by the minute.
“Please, Danika, come with me. I will do my best to explain.” Dr. Surnen’s tone was relaxed, and his unperturbed expression did more to calm me than anything so far.
I walked along behind the doctor toward the back section of the medical area where a door opened to reveal what reminded me of a standard hospital room back home. The alien on the table appeared to be unconscious or deeply asleep. His face was turned away from me, but I could see just enough to determine that his eyes were closed. He was bare-chested but covered from his shoulders down by a green sheet. However, the thin fabric did nothing to hide his gigantic body. He was even bigger than Varin. Maybe as big as the beast, Rezzer. Bulging muscles. More of those strange silver geometric designs on his shoulders and neck. He looked fierce. Monstrous. I shivered as my nerves went into overdrive and my pussy throbbed.
He scared me, and that made me wet. Hot. Desperate to touch him. Trace the marks on his flesh. Kiss them. Taste his skin. Ride his cock.
He was mine?
Holy shit.
The three of us walked inside the room, and the door slid closed behind us. A series of quiet beeps and signals filled the tranquil space, reinforcing the feeling of being in a hospital with patients hooked up to gadgets and monitors.
I stepped closer, wanting to see my mate’s entire face.
Dark brown hair, skin the color of tanned leather. His features were sharper than a human man’s, just like Varin’s and the doctor’s. His eyes were closed, and I wondered what color they were. Varin’s were gold and silver, but the doctor’s were yellow. Another Prillon male I’d seen outside this room had warm brown eyes similar to a human’s.
Something inside ached to have him open those eyes and look at me. See me. Want me. Me! Danika Gray. Orphan. Criminal. Lost soul.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.
Varin stiffened where he stood next to me, his entire body drawn up tight, a scowl forming on his face. Deep lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and I realized he was in pain. Physical pain. Judging by the change in his coloring—he looked a bit paler—I had to assume he was in agony.
The doctor walked to the side of Thomar’s bed, and I trailed behind, eager to get a closer look at my mate’s face. He was stunning to look at. I studied his full lips, imagined his kiss, his voice vowing to make me his forever. Varin behind me, vowing the same. Both of them taking me, filling me up, touching me. Kissing me. Making me come.
I wanted what I’d experienced in the testing protocols. How dare they tell me no?
Inspecting him, I noticed the large bulge beneath the sheet where his cock rested against his thigh.
That was big too. Shit. Was it hot in here?
“Well? Spill. What’s wrong with him? Why is no one telling me what the hell is going on?” I needed the vision I had in my head. I needed to belong somewhere. This place, this unconscious Prillon warrior was my last hope.
“Doctor. Please,” Varin insisted.
“I do not agree with his decision,” the doctor said.
“It’s not your place.”
“Very well.”
“What decision?” I asked, feeling like a child standing between two arguing adults. I really, really wanted to stomp my foot and scream at both of them. “He’s my matched mate. Tell me. Now.”
The doctor looked from Varin to me and sighed. Again. “Thomar has decided to sever his connection to Varin.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means he’s going to die.”