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  If Sarden noticed my discomfort, he didn’t say anything—he just kept staring at me. Then he ducked lower, kneeling in front of me so that his face was level with my thighs—which were tightly shut.

  “Open.” He put one big hand on my knee, making me shiver. “Please, Zoe—I need to see.”

  Biting my lip, I spread my legs for him.

  “Hmm…” Sarden leaned closer and now I could feel his hot breath against my sex, stirring the neatly trimmed reddish curls on my mound. Oh God, this was so embarrassing! I swore to myself if I could just get through this, I’d never complain about going to the gyno again.

  “The outside looks all right, if somewhat red,” Sarden remarked at last. “But I can’t see your inner depths. I’m sorry, Zoe, but you’ll have to spread yourself for me. Unless you’d rather I do it?” He looked up at me and I bit my lip and shook my head.

  “No. I…I’ll do it.”

  Had I said I was embarrassed before? Well up that by a factor of about a thousand. I was mortified as I made myself reach down between my legs and spread my outer pussy lips for him.

  Sarden leaned closer until he was close enough to kiss me. To—no! I pushed that thought away as quick as I could. Only it wouldn’t go. I kept thinking about how he’d said that Vorn males loved tasting their females. It made me feel hot and cold and trembly all over. Especially since I could feel his hot breath right against my open pussy.

  “Hmm,” Sarden murmured again but this time he didn’t sound quite so clinical and detached.

  “Well?” I asked at last because it seemed to be taking him an awfully long time. “All clear?”

  “I believe so. Although your skin is as red as mine here—is that normal?”

  I looked down—really looked—and saw that my inner pussy was cherry red, just like my nipples.

  “No,” I said, sounding worried, even to myself. “No, it’s not at all.”

  “I didn’t think so.” He frowned and looked up at me. “Do I need to look further in? You said that the tentacles didn’t…penetrate you, correct?”

  “Right.” By now I was sure my face was probably cherry red too. “There’s no need to look any further—honest.”

  “I hope you’re right. You know…” He looked up at me. “You shouldn’t have been back in the hold in the first place but I’m sorry you were hurt by the sensu-pods.”

  “You and me both.” I thought of the shiny black tentacles again and shivered. “They were awful!”

  “I know.” He stroked my thigh soothingly. “I can heal this for you, if you’ll let me.”

  “Heal it?” I looked at him suspiciously. “Heal it how?”

  He shrugged. “The usual way of course.”

  “And what’s the usual way? You have a first aid kit? Some kind of antiseptic cream or numbing ointment?”

  He frowned. “I don’t know what any of that is. I meant I can heal you with my mouth.”

  “What?” I nearly jumped out of the chair but he held me back firmly with one large hand and frowned at me.

  “Why are you upset? Because I’m not your mate? I know unmated people don’t often heal each other—at least they don’t on my home worlds—but—”

  “It’s not that,” I burst out. “You can’t heal me with your mouth! That’s just an excuse to be perverted.”

  Sarden looked startled. “You can’t heal each other orally on Earth? What do you do when you have a minor injury like a cut or burn?”

  “We get a freaking Band-Aid,” I snapped. “We don’t offer to lick each other on the…” I trailed off, blushing.

  “Hmm…” He frowned. “Maybe there are some disadvantages to being so purely bred and sheltered on your little planet. Most of the rest of the Twelve Peoples descended from the Ancient Ones have the ability to heal.”

  “Well maybe you evolved it or whatever,” I said. “But we don’t have it on Earth. And I don’t know that I believe you have it either.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me.

  “So you think I’m lying just to get a chance to taste your pussy?”

  “Well…yes,” I said, feeling my cheeks get hot as I pressed my thighs together and crossed my arms protectively over my breasts. “Ouch!” I jerked my arms away quickly—my nipples were more tender than ever. In fact they were absolutely throbbing. Between my legs didn’t feel too great either.

  “Zoe, please—you’re clearly in pain. And I’m afraid that the sensu-pods might have injected you with some kind of nerve stimulator to heighten your sensations. Which means it’s only going to get worse unless you let me heal you.”

  He sounded very reasonable and concerned but I was still reluctant to let him “heal” me orally, as he put it.

  “I don’t know…” I said stubbornly. “I mean, I just don’t know if I believe it.”

  “Let me prove it to you then.” He rose from the metal floor smoothly and leaned over me again so that we were eye-to-eye. “Let me lick just one of your nipples once. If you don’t begin to feel better again right away, you’ll know I’m lying and I won’t touch you again.”

  “Well…” I bit my lip, considering it. Then I thought of something else. “Your mouth—last night when you, uh, kissed me—it’s hot. I mean, it stings like hot cinnamon. I don’t need that when I’m already in pain.”

  “What you tasted was my healing factor,” he said reasonably. “It’s what makes me able to heal you orally in the first place. It may sting your mouth but I promise, it will soothe your injuries.”

  The sincerity in his eyes finally decided me. I didn’t know why he cared if I was in pain but he did seem to really want to help me.

  “All right,” I said at last. “But just one lick.”

  He nodded. “Absolutely. Do you care which one I heal?” He nodded down at my breasts with their bright red nipples. Ugh—I looked like something out of a weird porno for people who fetishize maraschino cherries or something!

  I shook my head, my cheeks burning.

  “No. Uh—take your pick.”

  “Very well.” He leaned closer and reached for me, one big, warm hand sliding from my thigh, up my side to cup my right breast.

  “Hey,” I said breathlessly as he lifted my breast to his lips. “You don’t have to uh—”

  “Watch me,” he cut me off, his deep voice a soft growl. “Watch me heal you, Zoe.”

  I twisted my hands into the silver material at my sides and tried not to make a sound as he brought my nipple to his mouth. Then, looking me in the eyes the whole time, he put out his tongue and dragged it slowly…so slowly…over my tender peak.

  “Oh!” I gasped as the burning sensitivity in my nipple was replaced by a tingling coolness. As I watched the cherry-red flesh went back to my normal pink color. It was like some kind of magic trick—only I don’t know many magic tricks that make you hot and bothered and I was definitely both.

  “See?” Apparently finished with his long, leisurely lick, Sarden leaned back and looked at me. “Was I lying?”

  “No,” I whispered, all the wind taken out of my sales. “No, I…I guess not.”

  “So will you let me heal the other one?”

  I looked up at him. His golden eyes were blazing into mine, making my heart pound.

  “Y-yes,” I said in a shaky voice.

  “Good.” Sarden repeated his performance, his eyes locked with mine the whole time. It was incredibly intimate holding his gaze while he licked me but somehow, though my pulse raced and my palms grew damp, I couldn’t look away.

  He spent a little more time on my left nipple, swirling his tongue around it slowly until I thought I might scream from the gentle torture. I knew he was just supposed to be healing me but God, it felt so good.

  At last he drew back and gave me a serious look.

  “Zoe,” he said softly. “You know what comes next.”

  “I don’t know about…about that part.” I still had my thighs crossed though I ha