Page 55 of Galaxy Circus Act One

“It’s okay, Link. Caspian explained it all to me. I’m going to give off fuck me vibes. Maybe that’s why my mark appeared on you.” I can’t help the disappointment that’s in my voice, and I look away from the gorgeous cyborg. I don't want hormones to have manipulated this man into liking me.

“The marks appearedbeforeyou were pregnant, Lila. Don't worry about that,” he assures me quietly, and when I look up, his eyes have changed back to showing me what he really wants.

“Would you like me to take care of the need now before we continue with the translator? You may be more comfortable, and I heard your mate say that it was okay.” He makes the offer just as he explained the steps of his examination. If I couldn’t see the truth in his eyes, I might think this was some kind of treatment, simply the concern of a medical professional wanting his patient to be comfortable, but those eyes don’t lie.

Well shit, since Caspian gave the go ahead and the Doc is offering so politely... “That would be great, thank you,” I answer just as politely even though all I want to do is mount him and ride him like a pony. Save a horse, ride a cyborg!

With a smirk, he walks around to the end of the bed where my feet are. He wraps his hands around my ankles and gently pulls. I slide down the bed until my knees are hanging over the edge, my aching pussy in easy reach. He bends down, his silver hair flopping over his forehead, and sticks out his tongue, running it through my folds.

A moan slips out of my mouth before I can help it. God, I can appreciate a man who goes straight to what he wants.

“You better muffle that noise if you don't want the nurse to stop us again,” he cautions, so I grab the pillow from behind me and put it over my face. I’d much rather watch him eat me out, but there’s no way I’m going to risk having him stop again.

Unlike the rest of his body, Link’s tongue is hot. As it licks a path from my entrance to my clit, I grab his hair without thinking, pulling at the strands.

“Fuck, Link, yes.” Thanks to the pillow, my voice is muffled, but he shushes me again.

“Lila, I’ll stop,” he warns, his voice rumbling against my core. I grit my teeth, not allowing the noises I want to make escape.

He licks and sucks before dragging two fingers through my lips, swirling them into my wet heat, his tongue skillfully teasing my swollen flesh, before plunging them deep into my swollen pussy. I whimper with pleasure, wanting to be unmuzzled and unfiltered like I normally am. Some girls like to do that quiet thing, and that’s great for them, but I’d much rather let it all out. He curves his fingers slightly so that he hits my g-spot with every thrust, and he has me writhing on the bed within minutes. The rising pleasure has my toes curling and my muscles locking up with delicious tension. He skillfully keeps me on the edge for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes. Tears leak from my eyes as my nerves are plundered by exquisite sensation. My chest heaves from exertion, but my ability to receive air is restricted by the pillow over my face. This kind of sensory deprivation only sends my pleasure shooting higher. The thought that anybody could be in the room watching what Link does to me is titillating to the extreme.

I beg him quietly, “Please, Link, I need it.”

“Tell me what you need, Lila,” he orders quietly but firmly, slowing his thrusting fingers. Another sob escapes my mouth.

“I need to come,” I plead, forcing the words past the pillow.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and when he does, something happens to his tongue and fingers. They both start to vibrate, and his thrusting speeds up until it’s just what I need to tip me over the edge. I can’t help myself. I throw my pillow back and scream.

“Fuck!”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lila

When he comes running into the room to find me, legs splayed and the doc grinning with satisfaction between them, the look on Nurse Ratched’s face is priceless. Seriously, Doc has his own crazy skills, and if the pleasure bots are anything like that, it’s no wonder Pleasure Bot Industries are one of the richest companies in the galaxy.

After my orgasm, he helps me into a spare pair of scrubs, placing kisses across my shoulder in between telling me what a good girl I was for him. Fuck me, I like this good girl shit. It makes me tingle, but it also makes me feel proud that I pleased him. What’s with that?

The horny edge I’d been riding all day has finally eased, and Link runs a diagnostic of my translator. “I set it for Skarrian parameters, and I need to adjust it to cope with being a shifter. Not to mention if you’re going to swim in higher pressure atmospheres.” He holds up the same thing he used to implant it, but this time it just hovers over the injection site, beeping a few times before it stops

“All done. You should be good now. But if for any reason you end up with other mates who have unusual abilities, I can adjust it for you again.”

I jump down from the bed and grab his hand. “Right now, I don't want to talk about potential fictional mates. I’d really like to get to knowyoubetter. Come on, let’s go to dinner.”

I drag him out of the medical room, stopping at a frowning Nurse Ratched.

“Link will be off for the rest of the night. Only call him if it’s an emergency,” I tell him, and he crosses his arms.

“Who died and made you the boss?” he snaps out.

“Well, they haven't died, but her grandpas make her the boss,” Link answers for me, and he screws up his face in annoyance.

“That doesn't make her in charge yet.” He’s determined to fight us on it so I lift my watch and scroll down to William’s name, pressing the screen.

“Hi, Lila, how was your swim?” he asks me when he answers.

“It was great, but it messed up my translator. I had the doc fix it, and I'd love to take him to dinner, but his nurse has objections.” I smile as said nurse’s face pales.