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She snorted, and in six minutes, she was concealed by snug grey webbing.
Cloudy flexed and bent and glared at Hazor. “Do not take a picture of this.”
He shrugged. “Too late.”
Dr. Winthrell snorted and got her scanning modules for her head. When he was getting the readings he wanted, he nodded. “Excellent. Well, let’s get the testing that Hazor is most interested in over with.”
She grimaced and took a seat in a suspended chair. Hazor smiled. “Winthrell is going to monitor the effect of my direct contact with your mind. It should be interesting.”
He stroked her hair back and kissed her forehead. When the doctor said he was ready, the light curls of arousal began to snake through her body, and it escalated far too soon for her liking. She felt him licking her sex, her belly, and all of her skin. When the licking focused on her clit, she arched and screamed.
The suspended chair held her as her body throbbed, and her mind felt warm and purple. She had no idea that purple was a feeling.
Her heartbeat gradually slowed, and she relaxed in the support she was in. When she cleared her throat, she asked, “So, Doc. What is the situation?”
She couldn’t see Hazor.
The doctor smiled. “I had heard about this, but to see it in person was something.”
She pushed herself upright. “So is that a positive?”
He laughed. “Look into the gallery. He’s working off a little bit of the extra energy.”
She turned and saw the area he referred to as the gallery. Hazor was standing and looking at his arms. He was also covered in white fire, and he seemed tickled by it.
The doctor smiled. “I don’t think he’s been this pleased with his body since he got his first erection.”
“Yeah, but if he lights on fire every time I have an orgasm, we are never going to have sex.”
The fire shut off, and he walked toward her in long strides. He walked into her space and lifted her to cuddle her. “Mine.”
She snorted. “Aw hell. You are down to single syllables.”
The doctor laughed. “So it was a positive result. Now we need to see what kind of enhancement you have.”
“I seem to have a large barnacle at the moment.” She tried to remain calm while Hazor nuzzled her neck. “Do you have a stray water bottle or a tablet I can smack him with?”
The doctor snorted in surprise. “You would strike him?”
“He can take some rough handling.”
At those words, Hazor lifted his head, and his eyes had constellations in them. “Whoa.”
He smiled slowly. “You should see you the way I am seeing you now.”
The doctor cleared his throat. “There is time for that later. Miss, if you would give a demonstration of your enhancement?”
She eased away from Hazor off the other side of the support bed. She skittered over to the gallery and asked, “What did you want to see?”
“Can you hit a target?”
“Probably.”
A target rose at the end of the range. Cloudy drew and released. It was a psychic bolt, so it always hit the target. She struck the target, and the doctor said, “Is that it?”
“Wow. Harsh audience.”
She pulled more power into the arrow and fired a second one that blew the target into shards. Cloudy looked back at the doctor. “Would you like me to increase the power?”
