Page 12 of Knotted | AllFreeNovel

"Something," I repeat. "I can smell your slick from here," I say, and my tongue licks my lips as I try to swallow her jeweled scent.

Her eyes trace the movement. "Still, this isn't the full heat. My mom was already in her heat when she went on her run. That's why it was instant. The trigger doesn't mean heat."

"Which is good for us because that gives you time to work on my brother before I claim you."

"You are not claiming me right now," she asks, biting her lip.

"Oh yes, little kitty. I claim you. You are mine, but I'm not mating you right now."

I take a step closer. "Do you know why?"

She shakes her head, her mouth open in a slight O shape. Perfect O shape for my cock, which hardens in response. I'm waiting for my brother because once I start rutting you, I won't stop. You'll be mine in every way. "Your mouth, your breasts, your ass," I say, and she gasps. "There is no part of you I will not claim," I say, and I'll keep claiming until not only do you know you are mine, but so will the cubs you will give us. Now we've wasted enough time. We need to leave in 45 minutes.

Her eyes bug out again. "Forty-five minutes? That's not even enough time to go home and pack."

I shrug. "You're my mate. I provide for you. Whatever you want, just ask, and I'll give it. That's why I picked you up here, so that you could grab your lab things. Bring whatever you need."

"You don't get it. What you're asking is impossible."

"Tell me," I say, "of these impossible things that I will make happen."

"You can't just throw money at a medical problem and expect it to disappear."

"Why not? It works with most problems."

"Well, congratulations. You've finally found one that doesn't care how rich you are." She folds her arms. "I need to examine your brother before I can even tell you if this procedure is possible. And if I determine it isn't safe, I'm not doing it. Not for you, or your money. Not for anybody."

My tiger growls at her refusal, but I silence him. She hasn't even seen Aleksej yet, and already she's arguing with me about how she'll treat him. Good. I don't need another doctor telling me what I want to hear. I need someone who knows what the fuck she's doing.

"Then examine him," I say. "And tell me what you need."

"I use a special printer — kind of a 3D printer. It's not one you can just go to your local hardware store and purchase."

I lift my chin. "Where would I get one of these?"

"There's only one," she says, throwing her hands in the air, "and it's here. In the lab."

"Oh. I see. Problem solved."