Chapter 9 #2
The box emitted a red light, scanning her quickly before it turned blue, yellow, and green. It flashed once, then turned off.
"Very good." Over Sasha’s head, the nurse deferred to the alpha in the room.
"Sometimes patients can be squirmy and even the simple procedures can take forever.
She is very well behaved, this one. I now have height, weight, oxygen, pulse, respiration, and blood pressure. Let me take her temperature too."
She touched a pen-like device to Sasha's forehead and waited for it to beep, made a tsking sound, checking to be sure that all the information transferred to her data pad. In Sasha's sector, only Administration officials had data pads. There weren't very many officials roaming the streets, though.
"I need blood samples now. The doctor will be wanting to see those results before you leave. Do needles bother her?" She glanced at the alpha, but was careful not to meet his eyes.
Needles didn't bother Sasha. She went back to the uncomfortable medical bed and sat down. Needles did bother the alpha in the room, though, because he took her hand.
Hand holding had become a thing, then. When the needle went into her vein, he became so tense Sasha started purring again. Meeting his eyes, she finally saw that softening expression she'd been hoping for.
The idea that she pleased him curled through her with an almost ticklish delight, followed by a wave of painful, itchy heat and a stomach cramp that felt like giant claws squeezing her middle.
She clenched her teeth against it, then jerked away from where she was sitting as something gushed out of her. She cried out in alarm, thinking she had dirtied herself.
"I'm sorry, that was an accident. I'm sick. Can I use the toilet?"
Her words rushed out in red-faced mortification. How could she have messed the table? No way was there anything more deeply humiliating that messing on the bed in front of other people.
She tried to pull away from Kane, but his hold was unshakable, the heavy weight of his arm a fixed chain.
Instead of being repelled like a normal male, Constantine Kane savored the sight and smell, inhaling deep, chest expanding to take in the scent. She watched in amazement as his eyes changed, bled to a molten gold, pupils dilating as if on shine.
The predator in him had awakened.
"Fuck," he growled, flashing his flesh tearing canines at her for the first time. "Fuck, Beauty. You smell amazing."
Her body clenched with another painful spasm and more wetness poured out of her.
"Come, girl. We need to do this and get you home. Please."
He sounded pained. He wasn't the sick one, hot, hurting, and leaking. What did he have to be pained about?
She settled on the medical bed and tried to shake off his hand, feeling suddenly moody and disgruntled.
What was wrong with her? Snappish, unwise words bubbled in her chest. She hardly knew this man, yet here she was, sitting naked in this medical clinic, sick and maybe dying, and she knew it was all his fault.
He did this to her. She had just wanted help. Instead he was putting her in his harem, dragging her all through his house and getting her ill.
The doctor came in, and beta that he was, the first thing he did was sniff Sasha out. And he had the perfect big nose for it too, Sasha thought unkindly.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Cassington. Well, this omega is entering her first heat, huh?"
He looked at Kane with a conspiratorial smile. "What a fetching thing, alpha."
He smelled oily to Sasha's nose, oily and full of lust. This man loved his job for all the wrong reasons.
"I can see that you have formed a connection, but I really would like you to step outside the room. I need to give the breeder a pelvic and breast exam and check all her glands.
"Under normal circumstances, they don't like it.
It must be done for their health and the record, but the poor things don't seem to know what's best. With her cycle starting right this moment, not only will she like it even less, but your presence will complicate the matter.
You big brutes trigger their cycle, you know.
And you might be feeling territorial. It is actually dangerous and not recommended under king's law to—"
Kane cut him off. "Dr. Cassington, do you know who I am?"
His voice. Sasha wanted to groan. Even with his temper sharpening, that amazing voice got to her.
"Sir." The doctor was all conciliation. He went to the sink to wash his hands. "Sir, I have done this before. There is a very good reason for the law."
When the doctor turned around, he was getting the look. He coughed and pulled out a small pocket sized data pad, shaking his head in disapproval as he typed into it. He adjusted his stool and rolled toward the table, prepared to start the exam despite Kane’s refusal to leave.
"Alright, I'll be recording this for the breeder's records and will talk through the exam. Head at the top of the bed, girl. I'm going to elevate it just a bit."
The whole bed moved under Sasha, the back rising and the bottom dropping. He pulled spider legs from the end of it.
"Now scoot down here right to the edge."
She placed her feet into the stirrups, forcing her legs to open wide. As she shifted forward, another wave of pain hit. Sasha curled into it, moaning, another gush spattered on the floor.
Spattered. On the floor.
She grit her teeth and growled unhappily.
"Well, she is producing a wonderful slick. Bit of blood there. I want you to know that's normal for the first heat. There may end up being quite a bit of blood mixed with her slick. All normal. And not a bad smell at all. This girl smells divine," the doctor said.
She heard drawers opening.
Kane said nothing and moved to stand behind her head. He could have gone down there to look at all her girl bits, check out what was happening, why she kept wetting, but instead he moved to her head where he could watch her and the doctor.
Sasha thought she fell a little in love with him then, this big, domineering, controlling male. He had a whole compound of other alphas and betas bowing and scraping to do his will, yet he was considerate of a little nobody breeder from the slums.
Just like that, her mood shifted to something more normal.
Dr. Cassington smoothed his hand up her leg to her thigh. "Alright. I don't think we need the restraints. Not with an alpha in the room. I'm going to be touching you. First your pubis."
He smoothed over the top of her mound. There was no hair there.
She'd seen that some of the prostitutes had little trimmed strips of hair there and some did not.
Although curious, she didn't have an amicable enough relationship with them that she could ask.
She could talk to Kane's jewels now, though, and they'd be more than delighted at her innocence.
"No gloves, Doctor?" Kane's voice washed over her from above, vibrating with warning.
The doctor answered with a little cough. "Well, no. Sometimes there are tiny anomalies or cysts, polyps and so forth. The gloves keep me from feeling the delicate things."
He cupped her. "Her labia have started swelling with her estrous. By using all my senses, I can check for anything that might be concerning. Labia majora and labia minor normal. Flushed with her estrous."
His fingers were stroking top to bottom, feeling each part of her as he named them. It didn't hurt, but the touches felt like a violation. She didn't like it.
She looked up at Kane. He was leaning down, hovering over her slightly, clenching his jaw.
His coat open to reveal that wonderfully clean and creased white shirt of his stretching over the bulges of his pectoral muscles, over what she was sure were well defined abdominals, and tucked into his trousers beneath the belt with his guns.
He radiated heat, spice, and sheer presence, creating a bubble of it over her.
Why was he being so nice? He hadn't agreed to a marriage or anything. Yet his actions made her want to trust him. Just surrender.
That was breeder biology, her great weakness. His behavior must have been his own biological response, then. She ran her fingers under his chin, over the shaved roughness of his beard.
"Frenulum, prepuce, clitoris," The doctor said. He moved his fingers over flesh Sasha hadn’t known could be moved. Then, there was a gentle squeeze that led to a pinch and tug that made her kick out her legs and yelp.
This was immediately followed by a massive wave of neck-to-butt body clenching, her abdominal muscles choking her internal organs. She snapped her jaw shut and met Kane’s glittering eyes.
Wet spattered on the floor and the doctor said, "Let me just…" before rubbing at the part he had just pinched.
It felt good, pleasurable, a relief. But she couldn't stop the yowling noise of protest that came out. She didn't want this man touching her and making her feel good. Her hips jerked.
"Steady. Just checking for a normal response."
"That is enough," Kane said with a blast of ice.
Dr. Cassington coughed. "It's normal to test for—"
"No. It isn't. Are you blind?" Kane's words were sharp, hard bites. "This girl hasn't reached her maturation. She is still legally a child."
Sasha was watching Kane's throat as he spoke, the movement of his Adam's apple in the strong column of his neck. Threat radiated from him, thickening the air. Stupid doctor was very close to losing his life failing to notice the guns, the sword, or the man carrying them.
"Okay, on to the vagina then." Dr. Cassington slid his finger in, and it didn't hurt until he started pressing on Sasha’s inner walls, looking for abnormalities, he said.
One hand went to her mound and pressed down while he pressed up with the finger inside her, and she gasped at the invasive discomfort.
"Tight, closed. As it should be. Of course, she is already making a nice honey. Using the speculum now."
He reached down. Sasha felt his hot breath exhale on her innermost flesh, which caused more clenching and more of that wet to come out of her.
She'd learned a little about health exams in school, but it was not enough to prepare her for this horrible doctor or what the estrous was really like.
She didn't think anything could have made her ready for this.
"Doctor," Kane barked suddenly. "Use the small one."
"I'm sorry, sir. Her record says to test the vagina for width and length and a healthy breeder cervix. A bit of pre-stretching does no harm. You are a big male. I assumed this was your request."
Kane made a sound. It was a menacing, broiling growl. Much like the bark that could silence Sasha, it was the final warning of a deadly animal. "Are you the only doctor here today?"
The stool he was sitting on creaked as Dr. Cassington shifted his body. Stuttering, he answered, "W-Well, I think—I believe Doctor Bruns is here today. He only comes in once a month, but he handles research clients.
"Are you ready to leave the room? I knew this would be difficult for you. I feel like I need to call security. They will just escort you out."
Kane took off his coat, laying it like a blanket over Sasha. He dipped his head toward hers, his mouth near her ear, almost touching it. Her body heated, she shivered, then that horrible cramping.
"Sasha, close your eyes and cover your ears. Now."
Sasha wanted to ask what he planned. His body radiated an icy, purposeful calm, something she had seen before. Was it just yesterday?
The door opened and two men entered the little room. Using that knowing, supercilious tone again that grated on the nerves, Dr. Cassington said, "Alpha, these men will take you to the waiting area."
Constantine Kane prowled around the table. She heard a whoosh.
"Alpha Kane, how can we serve?" one of the new men in the room asked. Eyes closed and ears muffled, Sasha could still hear the older man clearly. He sounded like a mature alpha. Mated, his scent marked in a uniquely softened way that made him less threatening than a drone.
"I accuse and convict this man, Doctor Cassington, of molesting and abusing his underage breeder patients."
"Sir?"
"Hold him," Kane demanded.
Doctor Cassington started yelling. "What the hell? I am the doctor! I am in charge. This is my room. Let go of me! You can't let this male accuse me of this lie. No. Stop! What are you doing?" His voice escalated as his fear ramped up.
"Sasha, ears," Kane reminded her over the doctor’s yelling.
Sasha put her fingers in her ears, dulling the doctor’s screams. Nothing dulled the sudden shocking scent of blood, terror, and urine, though.