Claimed by Her Mates(44)

“Here?” I whispered to Drogan. “There are going to be people in the room while I’m examined.”

The woman still stood in the corner, the two men remaining near her. Another man came and went. There was zero privacy.

“Doctor, my mate responds better to rewards than punishment.”

Drogan turned to face me as his fingers gripped the hem of my dress and lifted it, higher and higher, until the fabric of my dress was hooked over his forearm. While I felt the cool room air on my lower legs, I was still covered to everyone in the room. His finger nudged my clit ring before sliding past it, over my slit, parting me, then easily slipping two fingers inside me.

I grabbed his forearms as I whispered his name, this time in need, not embarrassment.

Leaning down, he whispered in my ear so only I could hear. “I feel our seed deep inside you. Do you know what it does to me to know you’ve been marked?”

His voice, while quiet, was filled with his own desire. He was as affected as I, but he had to be the strong one. I could barely form a coherent thought, but I knew he was under scrutiny as much as I. He had to get me off to prove his dominance and I had to give in to prove I was his match. The way his expert fingers found my G-spot and began stroking it, that wasn’t going to be hard. “You’re going to come for me, then you’re going to let the doctor examine you. Nothing else, all right?”

I let my forehead fall against his solid chest as I dug my fingers into his biceps. “Yes!” I cried. My orgasm was so swift that I didn’t stifle the one word.

I was panting hard as I tried to catch my breath, to recover. Drogan slipped his fingers from me, let the dress fall back to the floor. Tilting my chin up, I watched as he licked my arousal from his fingers.

“There is no question, doctor, that the match is strong.”

“None, indeed,” he replied. “Your seed power is potent.”

“So is my seed,” Drogan told him. “I believe she is already bred.”

I was too sated to be embarrassed and I was thankful for Drogan’s hands holding me up, his body shielding mine from others.

“Shall I log this patient for you, doctor?” A man asked the question, although I couldn’t see who it was. I had to assume it was one of the other men in uniform.

“No, thank you. I shall enter her data myself when I finish here. If she is with child, as her mate says, there will be additional forms.”

“As you wish,” the other man replied. I heard his footsteps retreat.

“Shall I examine her now?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, however, external scanning only. I will have no other man touch her, not even a doctor.”





Chapter Nine





Lev



“Well?” Tor asked, when Drogan and Leah returned. I’d used the bathing room to shower while they were gone and only wore my pants. My feet were bare against the wood floor.

Drogan held Leah’s hand and she looked well pleasured and a bit shell-shocked. My brother nodded and an eerie feeling settled over me. It was as if my life was settling into place. A week ago I was in Sector Two, alone. Now I had two brothers who I respected, a mate, who I ached for, and a child coming.

“Under four months,” Drogan confirmed.

Tor walked over and tugged on Leah’s hair. While he did it gently, her head tilted back so he could kiss her mouth, then gaze at her intently. “This does not mean we will be any less rough with you.”

I approached, placed my hand on her still flat belly. “He is correct. However, I doubt the spanking bench will be much use soon enough.”

Drogan laughed. “I’m sure you’ll find other ways,” he replied dryly.

“I will try one of them right now.”

Leah tried to step back, but Tor’s hold remained. “You’ll spank me now? Why?”

I saw surprise in her eyes, but also eagerness. She could not hide that she liked the power I wielded over her. She liked to be spanked, the pain of it, the heady sense of submission.

“Because I can.” I stepped back. “Tor’s cock needs your attention, Leah.”

My brother released his hold and moved over to one of the dining chairs. He pulled it away from the table, spun it around, and sat down. As he undid the front of his pants, he spread his knees wide. Leah licked her lips when his cock sprang free and he began to stroke it.

I angled with my chin toward Tor. “Suck his cock, Leah.”

Her eyes flared at the idea and she walked over to him. As she lowered herself, hands and knees on the hard floor, he shook his head. “Hands here.” Tor patted his hard thighs.

A little frown formed on her brow, but she obeyed, leaning forward and placing her small hands where he commanded. I came up behind and tossed up her skirts, settling the material on her back. Scooping an arm about her waist, I pulled her back so her ass was sticking straight out and her head hovered over Tor’s straining cock. With his thumb, Tor swiped at a drop of pre-cum and raised it to Leah’s lips. She sucked it into her mouth and groaned.