Page 32 of Choosing Her Alpha
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?"
