Chapter 7

LEONA

My face burns with shame as Zahhn cleanses the sticky wetness from my inner thighs. He also runs a damp cloth gently over my nether folds. I strive to remain still as he tends to me in a way no male ever has before.

Shuddering breaths escape my throat as residual pulses from my climax affect me. Or perhaps my excitement is returning. I can't be certain, and I don't like not feeling in control of my own body.

Hell, I could scarcely control the whimpers and moans that Zahhn drew from me as he plunged the phallus in and out of my center while strumming my clit.

I eye my clothing, wondering why I can't get dressed. Why does he want to continue examining me? He's just determined that I, a human female, am quite capable of arousal and able to physically copulate with a Darrvason. What more does he need to learn?

After Zahhn finishes cleaning me, he tosses the cloth into a bin, then turns to focus his full attention on me. I immediately flush, and I can't help but wonder what I must look like. Surely my face has turned bright red. I still feel feverish, and it's not just my face but my entire body. Heat thrums through me in a rhythm that matches my racing pulse.

"How do you feel?" His gaze dances up and down my prone form, lingering on my heaving breasts and the area between my thighs that is suddenly pulsating anew with need.

I swallow hard. "Breathless. Shaky. Tired. Blissful. Confused." I pause as I take a quick inventory of my senses. "And thirsty," I finally add.

To my surprise, concern darts across Zahhn's face. He removes the scanner from my stomach, then retrieves a bottle from the side of his medical bag, places it in my hand, and helps me sit up. "Drink. It's just water."

I study the bottle. It's cold and heavy, though I suppose that's because it's Darrvason-size.

"How do I know you aren't trying to poison me?" Though I'm desperate to quench my thirst, I can't claim to trust the handsome alien who incites my desires. I remind myself that I need to keep my guard up. "How do I know this won't render me unconscious?"

Amusement flickers in his eyes, but only briefly, and his expression once again turns serious. He stands taller as he peers down at me. "I much prefer you awake and alert while I torment you, my little patient. Now drink."

I sigh, perhaps a bit dramatically, then lift the huge bottle to my lips and take a sip. Mm. The water is clean and crisp and the perfect temperature. As it glides down my throat, I eagerly swallow more. Due to problems with the water purification system on the Jansonna , it's been a long time since I've enjoyed such a refreshing drink.

Once I'm finished, I pass the bottle back to Zahhn. He returns it to his medical bag, and I watch as he riffles through the bag and withdraws a small clear bottle that contains some kind of liquid, which he promptly sets on the counter. He peers at one of his medical scanners and taps at the screen a few times.

Is he making notes about my exam?

"Return to your previous position on the table with your feet in the placements, your thighs spread wide. Comply," he orders without so much as a glance upward.

I bite the inside of my cheek as annoyance flares in my chest. Yet I cannot defy him. The urge to obey swells inside me, and I soon find myself moving back into the previous position. A shiver courses through me.

He leans against the counter and continues tapping away. Meanwhile, I remain in the awkward, vulnerable position on the table with my legs spread wide, my feet planted in the stirrups. I want to get up and I long to cover myself, but I don't want to interrupt his train of thought and end up pissing him off.

A quiver races across my bottom cheeks as I recall his threat to spank me if I prove disobedient. Yes, I'd better stay in this awkward position until he tells me otherwise, even though I feel exposed and utterly defenseless.

But if I start to become slick between my thighs again, he'll likely see it immediately, and I try very hard not to entertain any thoughts that might lead to such an outcome.

I study Zahhn as he works. How old is he? If he were human, I might say he's in his late forties or early fifties, given the white streaks in his otherwise dark hair. His visage is marred by thinking lines as he concentrates on the device in his hand, and for some reason, my heart skips a beat as I continue my observations. Raw masculine power emanates from him. Maybe he's the lead physician on whatever ship he calls home in the Darrvason fleet. At the very least, he must command respect among his people. After all, he was the sole doctor to converse with Commander Hampton. I also remember how he pushed one of his comrades aside so he could reach me first, and a warm tingly sensation suffuses my body.

Handsome. Powerful. Highly intelligent. Dominant. My heart beats faster as I can't help but admire the tall muscular alien who just gave me my first climax.

Why am I so drawn to him?

I absently scratch at my upper arms. They're itching again and I don't know why. Perhaps I'm allergic to something. Maybe it's because the recirculated air in the Jansonna isn't as clean as it's supposed to be due to issues with the filtration system.

Zahhn's nostrils flare and a low growl emanates from his chest. He glances up from the device and gives me a knowing look. He takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly, another growl leaving him.

Heated pulses swirl in my core, and I can't help but squirm in place as he stares down at me. I grip the edges of the table and feel his eyes on my center as though he's physically touching me there. The throbbing of my clit becomes so intense that I find myself fighting the urge to reach between my thighs and caress the sensitive spot.

He takes another leisurely inhale, and his eyes flick to mine. "You're becoming aroused again, little female. I can smell it." He pushes away from the counter and comes to stand directly between my spread legs. "I can see it too. There's a fresh glimmer of wetness coating your pink parts."

"Why am I still here?" I blurt, unable to keep the frustration from my tone. "You already succeeded in shoving a phallus inside me. You also learned I can have a cli-climax." I flush. "What more do you want from me?"

He gestures to the larger phallus, which is still sitting upright on the counter. I'm not sure where the slightly smaller one went after he finished using it on me. I guess he shoved it in his medical bag when I wasn't paying attention. "I confirmed you could take a shaft which corresponds to the average size of a Darrvason male's upper appendage, but I have yet to determine whether you're able to accommodate the larger phallus, which of course corresponds to the typical size of a Darrvason male's lower appendage. And then there is the matter of learning how much of an intrusion, if any, you can withstand in your bottom hole. We still have more work to do. Your exam isn't even halfway over yet." He picks up the large phallus and gives me an expectant look.