Under attack and the sole repository of information that could topple her government, Seeri chooses a death in the cold of space over endangering her ship further.
Alpha Tor has been watching the communications during the attack and the moment that the pod is sent toward his station, he sets out to retrieve the beauty within. Feisty and focused, Battle Commander Seeri is a woman to be reckoned with, but as Tor is aware of the fear and hostility caused by his appearance, he stays clear of his guest. She has to go to him.
It was the monitoring computer that woke her to the peculiar sensation of someone licking at her ribs. She would have jerked her body away if not for two facts. Fact one, she was limp as a noodle, her body had no strength, and fact two, her hands and legs were tied down and slightly splayed from her body so the creature licking at her could get under her arm easily.
The slow strokes weren’t painful, in fact her body was having a rather surprising reaction that reinforced her distance from the state of death that she should have been in. Arousal was rippling through her with every lap of the hot wet tongue against her open wound. The absurdity of her situation wasn’t lost on her.
It took her three tries to speak. “If you are going to start chewing, can you knock me out again?”
Her companion jerked in surprise at her voice. He cleared his throat, “I have a healing ability that is activated through my saliva. I am licking the wound closed. It is almost shut, but you will have to be careful for a few days or the wound will haemorrhage internally. I will release you in a moment, but please wait until I leave before you try and leave the table, the bots will help you.”
He continued lapping at her skin and she had the embarrassment of feeling her crotch grow damp with the constant slow and wet strokes.
She was starting to twist with lust when he reached up and touched her forehead.