The Arrogant Genius (The Lost Planet 8)

Insufferable woman.

“I studied the other females. The earliest we knew was…” I count on my fingers as I think. “The wegloscan won’t show it.”

“So you’re not even going to try?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why not? Is it because…you don’t want this? All that talk about AJ and a family was bullshit? Screw you!”

Fat tears roll down her cheeks as her bottom lip trembles. I grab her shoulders, pulling her close. Resting my nog against hers, I let out a sad sigh.

“I can’t bear a negative result,” I whisper. “It’ll hurt too much.”

She softens and hugs me tight. “Just because you don’t like an answer doesn’t mean you’re supposed to hide from it. Where’s the scientist in you? You don’t get the result you want, you try again. Come on, Av, you’re made of stronger stuff than this.”

She’s right.

I think back to when the females arrived. When I tried to impregnate them with my own seed in my lab only to fail. I’d been devastated because I wanted mortlings so badly. It was unnecessary to also have a mate, at the time, because I didn’t have the type of pull to those females like I do Zoe. Now that she and I want to start a family, I find that same desperation clawing inside me. I’ve always been searching my entire life. It finally feels within reach and I’m worried it’ll be snatched away before I can grasp onto it.

Zoe pulls away and walks over to a cabinet. She retrieves the wegloscan and hands it to me. Then, she lies down on the bed, baring her trim stomach to me.

“My breasts are sore, I’m nauseous, and I’m irritable, Doc,” she says, a teasing smile on her lips. “Are you going to diagnose me?”

My cock twitches in my minnasuit. “You’re always irritable.”

Her middle finger shoots up. “And you’re always a dickhead.”

“I think I should examine your breasts to make sure they’re okay,” I rumble as I approach.

“Filthy doctor,” Zoe says, a wicked glint in her stormy eyes. She slowly unzips the front of her minnasuit, baring her naked flesh to me. “Best hurry before another patient arrives.”

I slide my palm under the material, cupping her mound. My sharp claws roll her nipple around, eliciting a sharp hiss from her. I peel the material to the side so I can see her pert nipple. Leaning forward, I lick it with my forked tongue.

“Tastes normal,” I observe. I bite the flesh hard enough she gasps. Her tangy blood floods my mouth from the puncture of my fangs. “This is going to need some tending.”

She whimpers as I grab the microbots salve. I rub a dollop onto her skin, smearing the blood with the salve. The microbots work quickly to heal her wound.

“I’m going to check you, my lovely patient, and if it’s negative, I’m going to need you to undress so I can treat you.” I run the zipper all the way to her cunt. “You’ll need my massive cock inside you. Over and over, filling you up with my seed. Doctor’s orders.”

She laughs until I touch her clit. “Ohhh.”

With my eyes pinning hers, I rub at the tiny nub. I’ve learned her body and know just how many circles it’ll take to send her over the edge. I tease her, bringing her closer and closer, before gifting my mate with bliss. She relaxes, regarding me with a happy smile that sets my skin on fire.

I need to be inside her.

Right rekking now.

“Slow down, dirty doctor. First things first. Finish your examination before you cure me with your cock.”

I rub at said cock through my suit, loving how she bites on her bottom lip hungrily. “All right. Let’s get this over with.” I turn on the wegloscan and sweep it across her lower stomach near her pelvic bone.

“I love you,” Zoe says.

I drag my eyes from the device to my perfect mate. “I love you too, stormy one.”

Ding.

I stare at the wegloscan in confusion. Green. It’s green, not red. Green means she’s with child.

“Impossible,” I hiss, completely mind-blown.

“Possible.” Her eyes are watery as she smiles at me. “Avrell, we’re going to have a baby.”

I set the wegloscan aside and pounce on my mate, eager to devour her as I rub her stomach reverently.

“Avvy!”

The shrill, panicked screech has me fleeing the medical bay to the navigation pit. Kevin is sitting up, frantically pointing ahead. I rush over to him and gape at the scene ahead.

Fire.

So much fire.

And smoke.

The ship trembles when an explosion goes off. Several of the females in the back cry out in surprise.

Zoe clutches my arm and gasps. “Is that…”

“Get buckled in,” I bark out. “Now. Both of you.”

Zoe and Kevin scramble into their seats as I try to make communication with the Facility. Nothing but static.

Several human army ships zip by, divebombing into the smoke. They pass right by us, clearly assuming we’re with them.