Free Rhal Part 3 (Scifi Alien Serial Romance) (The Ujal) by Erin Tate Page A

wondered if the woman was fucking with her. But the longer the stare continued, the more she realized Sece really wanted an answer.
    “Is this a have to thing?”
    She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
    “Do I have to answer?” Cara really didn’t want to talk about her breasts or pussy or any part of her body, really.
    “It will allow us to better gauge your progress.”
    Cara groaned and closed her eyes. Maybe answering personal questions would be easier if she didn’t have to look at Sece. “Okay, hit me.” A small hand smashed into her shoulder. “Ow!” Cara flinched and rubbed her upper arm. “What the hell?”
    Sece gave a quick nod. “There, now shall you answer my questions?”
    The door parted, and Faim appeared. “Why is there yelling?”
    Sece sighed, Cara rolled her eyes, and Faim growled.
    “I did as the patient asked, my sire . She instructed I hit her. You have always taught that I should fulfill all patient requests that will not harm their recovery and she—”
    Faim sighed and tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling in a purely “frustrated father” kind of way. It was a side to the gruff male she’d never seen before, and she couldn’t restrain her smile.
    “See! I did as she instructed, and now she is smiling.” Sece beamed at her and held up the tablet. “Now, please tell me if your vaginal opening—”
    “Hell. No.” Cara glared at Sece and then shifted her attention to Faim. “I’m not discussing my vaginal opening with anyone.”
    “Perhaps you would be more comfortable with your mate. Sire , fetch Rhal.” The girl focused on her father as if she expected him to do exactly as she demanded.
    She could appreciate that. Unfortunately, based on Faim’s glare, he did not. “Sece, I shall—”
    “O-kay, then. Let’s put a time-out on that one.” Cara drew their attention back to her. The longer they spoke, the better she felt and she was almost back to her pre-Ujal self. The sexy side effects were a bitch to deal with, but now she felt alive .
    “You must answer the questions. If my sire does not fetch Rhal, I shall. You will tell him of your vaginal opening, and then he shall tell me.” The girl was so deluded.
    “Sece, Rhal is in chambers with the king and queen. There will be no fetching.” Faim growled.
    The young female frowned. “The king and queen?”
    Cara echoed her, but it came out more like a squeak. “The king and queen?”
    “Yes, which is why there will be no fetching . Cara, you will be answering questions no matter who asks them be it Sece, myself, or Rhal.” His face flushed with color, scales coming out to play before disappearing once again.
    “Oh, we’re in trouble now,” Sece murmured. “ Sire is two seconds from tanning our hides.”
    “Our hides? Our? ”
    “You were standing here.”
    “Laying here. Because I’m sick. In medical. We’re discussing a sick person’s vaginal opening. If anyone’s cruising for a bruising, it’s you.” Cara pointed at Sece.
    Sece gasped. “What? You asked me to hit you!”
    Faim groaned. “There is no hitting!”
    “Perhaps that is the problem.” The young female focused on her. “Would you have answered my questions if I hadn’t hit you?”
    “ Who hit my mate? ” Cara admitted she had to be a little twisted if she found Rhal’s bellow sexy. When her vaginal opening clenched and ached, she knew she was more than a little twisted. A lot twisted, actually.
    Sece squeaked and crowded against the wall, arm outstretched as she pointed at Cara. “She told me to.”
    Cara shook her head and looked at Faim. “She’s not an only child is she? She has the whole blame game down perfectly.”
    The older Ujal pinched the bridge of his nose. “No. I was gullible enough to go through it four times. All girls.”
    She wanted to comfort the poor male.
    “Hey,” Sece frowned.
    “Will no one answer my question?” Rhal’s rough voice whipped through the room, reminding her he’d returned.
    He