“Understood. See you then.” I strode out of the room as fast as my legs could carry me without spilling my tea.
“It’s the Thing from the Black Lagoon!” Linda Takahashi screeched as she spotted me.
“Shut up!” Peterson shouted out the door at her. I decided I liked him more than I had before. Then I put him out of my mind as I rounded the corner and reached the elevator. My brain was firmly in my pants now, showing me scenes of exactly what it wanted me to do to and for Mitch.
CHAPTER30
MITCHELL
“Mitchell,you have an emergency request to report to sickbay immediately.”
Xero’s voice yanked my attention from the workers assembling and placing our new furniture, ice racing down my spine at his words.
“What? Has something happened? Oh, God, did Jolar get attacked?” I cried out, panicking. I knew they were investigating a murder and the suspect had been less than cooperative and sometimes outright hostile. Had she made a shank out of a spoon and stabbed him? My mind was imagining all sorts of scenarios, none of them good, and all of them having my mate dying.
The door chimed, and Xero must have used the auto open feature as it slid open to allow Darla inside.
“Honey, you need to get down to sickbay so they can calm the horny beast before he goes full Godzilla,” she said, breathing heavily as if she’d been running. Which she must have, I realized belatedly, noting she was wearing a bakery apron dusted with flour on it.
‘He’s gone into mating frenzy? But he wasn’t in full plumage when he got up this morning! I thought we had until late tonight or tomorrow!”
“Go! I’ll supervise these guys.”
“Neal’s home today.”
“He’ll be fine. I’ll let him know you and Jolar needed to go somewhere overnight and that he’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you!” I said, making a dash for the door. Shit! Had my desire to see him in full plumage caused this? Ugh! My lack of exercise and extra pounds were definitely not doing me any favors now as I ran. I was already huffing and puffing by the time I made it out the door and down the short distance to the elevator.
“Xero, take me to sickbay,” I said and immediately felt the elevator begin to move. Three floors flashed by, then it paused for a split second before beginning to move sideways. That had tripped me out the first time it had happened, the day I went to go meet Dr. Proslo who was not only my mentor, but the Senior Chief Medic for the entire Fleet. How I’d gotten that lucky, I have no idea but I was grateful.
My heart thundered in my chest and spots danced before my eyes and I tried to regulate my breathing, recognizing the signs of a panic attack.
“Probably… wasn’t… the donuts… and… cake… after all,” I gasped aloud. “Okay, Mitchell. Slow… even breaths.”
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened, directly into sickbay. I stumbled out and one of the medics on duty grabbed me.
“Whoa, there! Mitchell, right? He’s in cubicle seven. He’s fine, but we needed to give him an inhibitor to slow down his hormonal responses and get him stable enough to go take care of business.”
“He’s okay?” Tears pricked my eyes. “This is all my fault! I told him I thought the scales were super sexy and wanted to see him in full plumage!” I sobbed.
“And that normally would have been okay,” Dr. Proslo said, appearing in the doorway of Jolar’s cubicle. “Unfortunately, his hormones went into overdrive, probably a consequence of the perceived threat to you and your young.”
I steadied myself on the door frame. “Perceived threat?”
“Linda Takahashi wished to take Braevan and Chitose’s young brother,” I heard Jolar rasp from the bed.
Dr. Proslo moved aside to let me pass and my eyes quickly cataloged my mate’s appearance. He was truly magnificent. He was shirtless, of course, as the Mylos uniform did not include one for unknown reasons. Not that I was complaining, because, lawd have mercy, eye candy EVERYWHERE. Most delicious of all was Jolar and right now, he was hitting all of my buttons at once. His gorgeous scales were across the backs of his hands, running up his muscled arms and across those yummy broad shoulders, up that strong neck, making a stripe I wanted to run my tongue along, right up to his temples where I’d plant a gentle kiss before devouring his mouth and moving -
“Mitchell?”
“Huh?” Oh, shit. Dr. Proslo had been talking to me. Jolar gave me a knowing smirk. “Right, sorry, my mind was catching up to the fact that Jolar is mighty fine…I mean, that he’s okay.”
I heard a feminine giggle from behind me, knowing that Paula, the human medic working triage, heard my fumbling response.
“Yes, well, he’s not okay exactly,” Dr. Proslo chided, “but he’s steady enough that he can be escorted to a guest suite so you both can get his, ah, condition, under complete control.”
My face flushed scarlet. We’d just been given a prescription to basically go to a hotel and fuck like bunnies. This was like the intro to a porn film. My cock was definitely on board though, as was Jolar’s from the way the sheet over his lap was tented. Oh! His treasure trail had a light dusting of teeny scales now too!
