Excerpt from The Healers' Warrior

Interested in a scene from my newest book, "The Healers' Warrior"

The entry chime sounded just as Bostel had reclined on his bunk, and he felt like throwing something at the offending noise. He was off duty right now. What was so important they needed to bother him just as he’d managed to get comfortable? A feat that wasn’t so easy right now. Fuck! He stood up and adjusted himself in the tight pants he’d not bothered to take off yet. He so needed to get laid.
“What?” he growled when the panel opened.
“Gods, you’re sexy when you’re all grumbly,” Thurus pushed past him into his quarters.
He’d let him, of course. The smaller Hashani wasn’t big enough to push anyone anywhere.
“Shut the door, Bostel, I’ve got private business with you.”
“Oh yeah?” Bostel let the panel slide shut and turned to his guest. “Did you finally decide to lay off the mating business and let me take care of all your itches, little bit?”
“Little bit?” Thurus laughed. “That’s the best you can come up with? Damn, Bostel, I’m disappointed. I was hoping for something really fun and exciting. Like me.”
Bostel glared at the other male and deliberately went to his bunk and lay down again.
“I’m tired, I’m cranky, and I need sex. If you can’t help me with any of those, get out.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so,” Thurus came towards the bunk with a sashay that would have put one of the whores that worked with Bostel’s mother to shame.
It would be too much to hope he was going to put it to use, though. Bostel lay still and watched the other male approach.
“I’m not giving you any happy pills, Bostel. You’d be too loopy in an emergency, but I’ve got a sleep patch if you want it.”
“I don’t want a sleep patch,” Bostel growled, oddly disappointed.
What had he thought? Thurus was going to just hop onto his bed and climb aboard? Yeah, his luck hadn’t been going that way for over a year.
“You sure? I’ve got a couple with me.”
“No, they don’t work on me anyhow,” Bostel grumbled. “Don’t even make me relax.”
“Which brings me to my reason for coming here,” Thurus said. “You, sweetheart, have put our medical training on its ear. Care to explain your physiology?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
There, that said it all, didn’t it? Now the irritating pest could go away.
“In that case, I need a small sample of your DNA to run it. No biggie.”
Thurus pulled a slim package from the pocket of the hip-length, loose fitting, open robe he wore over a sleeveless jumpsuit and waved it at him. Did he have to get so damn close? Bostel felt like crawling further away on his bunk. He didn’t use force on his playmates. Didn’t have to. He’d yet to be turned down. Okay, Galon and Mango had turned him down, but that was different.
He watched the Hashani rip open the package and withdraw a vial with a stick poking out of it, and kneel on the edge of the bed.
“Open up, sweetheart.”
“Open up what?” Bostel eyed the vial and stick with trepidation. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to slide this little piece here out of its package,” Thurus said in a slow sexy voice, putting actions to his words. “And then I’m going to slide it into your…”
“Get away from me with that!”
This time Bostel did jump off his bunk and went to the far wall.
“Aw, is the big bad man afraid of a little swab?” Thurus’ grin was pure evil. “Come on, big boy, I know you’ve had worse than this in your mouth.”
Bostel choked. Thurus’ voice had all kinds of images flashing through his brain, and every one of them was making his pants even tighter. He caught the Hashani’s eyes sliding down to the very obvious bulge he had no way of hiding. Thurus sauntered over and pressed himself up against Bostel and tilted his head up, bringing an arm up around Bostel’s neck and grabbing the back of his head to pull it down towards him.
Just one little kiss. That wouldn’t hurt anything, would it? He wouldn’t find himself claimed and mated with just a single little kiss, would he? Bostel found himself bending his head, surrendering to the pressure Thurus was exerting. He opened his mouth to claim his kiss.
And the little fucker jammed that damn stick in his mouth, pulled it back out again, quickly slid it into the vial, snapped the end off and closed the vial with a click of finality.
“Thanks so much, sweetie. That’s all I needed.”
The Healers' Warrior