“We have not fucked you yet,” Ander said, as if I needed reminding. “But we will. Soon.”
I glanced at the doctor and gave Ander a warning look, but he did not seem embarrassed as I was.
“I’m fine.”
“If you are so… overcome by just my fingers and mouth, by our seed splattered across your belly and breasts, then it is possible we could harm you when you take our cocks.”
“Ander,” I ground out, really wishing he’d shut up about now.
“He speaks the truth,” Nial added. “It is our job to protect you, not harm you. We must make sure you are healthy enough to claim properly.”
He stood, taking me in his arms, and lifted me upon the exam table.
“What do you mean, properly?”
What could there be, other than fucking? Which, if I were being completely honest with myself, I wasn’t totally opposed to the idea of riding Nial’s huge cock, or taking both of them in my mouth in turns, tasting their seed as an orgasm roared through my body.
“This is the second time I’ve been examined.” The table was similar to the one in the processing center where the warden had removed the pieces of metal from my back and thigh and used that amazing healing wand. “If there was something wrong with me, Warden Egara would have found it.”
“Not true,” Ander said. “We gave you our seed, we gave you our pleasure after.”
His big hands opened the blanket to expose my body to the doctor. But with my anger gone, I found weathering his inspection unbearable. I did not want the doctor to look at me, let alone touch me.
“Ander!” I scrabbled to grab the blanket, but he took hold of my wrists and moved to stand at the top of the table, pulling me into a reclined position, my wrists snugly held within one of his large palms. With my arms over my head as they were, my back arched and my breasts thrust upwards.
Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at the brute.
“Let me go!”
Slowly, he shook his head. “You will be seen to. It is our job to ensure your safety and well-being.”
Nial stood at my side and tilted his head. “We are going to fuck you, Jessica. Often and thoroughly. The doctor is going to ensure you can handle your mates’ demands.”
Ander sniffed the air. “Can you smell her?”
Nial flicked his gaze to Ander. “Yes. Interesting.”
I squirmed against Ander’s hold, but I knew it was futile. I did it anyway. The doctor, damn him, remained quiet at the foot of the table. Clearly he was waiting for permission to begin.
“What the hell is interesting?” I asked.
Nial arched a brow at my angry tone. He wasn’t the one being pinned down naked in front of a total stranger. “What is interesting, mate, is that you are aroused by this.”
“I am not!” I retorted, but my nipples pebbled into hard peaks. I clenched my thighs together tightly in defiance. Perhaps if I closed them, my mates wouldn’t be able to smell just what Ander’s firm hold was doing to my body. The logic behind it was completely ridiculous and it baffled me. Somehow, deep down I knew that if these mates were going to claim me, I needed to know they were stronger than I. I’d spent my life protecting other people and had yet to meet a man who made me feel like he could truly do a better job protecting me than I could myself.
Ander could hold me down, keep me held exactly where he wanted me with just one firm grip. This domination made part of me angry, made me want to fight, to challenge his hold. The other part of me, however, the part I’d kept buried deep in my soul, the screaming girl who wanted to feel like the world was a safe place again? She was waking up now, hoping to be set free. The more I fought her, the wilder she became inside me until my need for Ander’s dominant touch created a civil war between my heart and mind. I bucked on the table and my heart pounded so loudly I was sure the hammering could be heard in the next room.
I needed to know that no matter what I did, Ander would be there, strong enough to control me, to control the world about me.
Nial placed a thick black strap over my squirming hips and cinched it to the table so I could no longer lift them. When I kicked out, he lifted both of my legs into stirrups the doctor had raised from beneath the table. No doubt he’d kept them hidden, for if I’d seen them earlier, I would have bolted for the door. They, of course, were similar to those at my gynecologist’s office and Nial strapped my ankles to the thick metal. When he was done, he looked at Ander.
“Do you require straps for her arms?”
Ander chuckled and leaned down to breathe his answer into my ear. “No. I enjoy holding her down.”
Oh, God. That made me really hot.