The Doctor's Omega Mate

Chapter Eleven- Witches

Grant POV:

I was still bent over an emergency rib fracture operation when the rogue attack finally ended. I had been watching through Kenzi's eyes, staying quiet so as not to distract her. I finished the emergency operation, the last one from the battle, and heard someone paging me.

"Dr. Grant Lewis to room two forty." The intercom buzzed. I pulled off my bloodied gloves, still in my green scrubs as I hurried out of the operating room and to the room to which I was called. When I opened the door I froze in my tracks to see Ariel, Renee, Charlotte, and Luke gathered around an unconscious Mackenzie.

"What happened?" I demanded, rushing to the sink, washing my hands before pulling on two new sterile gloves.

"Well...she found out she's half witch...then she fainted. We couldn't get a pulse." Renee sobbed. I crawled over my little unconscious mate, pulling out my pocket flashlight and opening her eyes one by one, shining the light into them to make sure her eyes still had blood flowing to them. I leaned over and buried my face in the crook of her neck, where my mate's bite was. I brushed my tongue along it, clamping my lips to the scar. I smiled when I felt her pulse, and I brushed her hair away from her face.

"She's fine." I reassured her friends. "Would you mind giving me a moment with her?" The occupants nodded and left, shutting the door behind them. I walked over to the supplies cabinet and pulled out an IV bag with fluids in it, hanging it from the metal post. I quickly rubbed a bit of cleaning alcohol on the inside crease of her elbow before gingerly pushing the IV into her muscles. Her eyes bolted open and she gasped, shaking tremendously.

"Relax, baby," I crooned, kissing her lips softy. "It's just fluids. You had quiet the visit with your unconscious state."

"I...my mom was part witch!" She sobbed. I nodded, taking her hand in mine.

"Just makes you even more special." I murmured, holding her hand in mine. "I'm proud of you."

"Of what?" She questioned. I blushed a bit.

"I was watching you fight while I worked. Mind link." I admitted. "You're a sexy fighter, baby." She giggled as I leaned over and sealed my lips to hers, my tongue licking her lower lip, begging for entrance. She willingly granted it, her hand sliding under the shirt portion of my scrubs and stroking my chest and ab muscles slowly. I purred in delight, shivering at her touch.

"Naughty little mate," I growled playfully. "Being so sexual to your doctor." She blushed and removed her hand, before sliding it down my pants. I stilled in alarm before grunting in bliss as her tiny fingers grasped my member.

"Baby...I'm at work..." I moaned. She kissed me deeply.

"I'm helping to relieve you of stress." She giggled.

"Oh god baby..." I gasped, biting my lower lip as she pumped her hand quickly over my length, kissing my throat. Faster and faster she went, my moans locked down into my body so I didn't attract unnecessary attention, shivers of pleasure raking up and down my spine. I panted when I felt my balls tighten, the need to come filling me.

"Baby move your hand! I'm gonna come!" I grunted, fighting my release.

"Then come into my hand." She purred. I lost it when she spoke those words, my groan of release slipping between my lips as I came heavily, gasping at the amazing sense of release. She bent forward and lowered my pants a bit, licking up the come I had spilt on her hands.

"Oh baby, you're so fucking sexy." I murmured to her, kissing her lips deeply when she lifted her head. The door suddenly flew open and I blushed as I stuffed my member back into my pants, my heart pounding as I turned to see Scott standing there.

"Well...uh... Someone's happy to see you, Kenzi." He chuckled. I clenched my fist.

"Shut up Scott." I growled. Kenzi took my hand in hers and I slowly relaxed, purring at the touch of my mate.

"It's fine man, I understand you guys are mates." Scott laughed before looking at Kenzi. "Ariel says she knows how to contact the witches."

"How?" Kenzi asked curiously.

"Ariel explained something about blood letting a few drops of blood onto a photograph of your mother." Scott mumbled.

"No." I hissed, curling my arms protectively around my mate.

"It's just a few drops." Scott tried to reason.

"No! I won't allow her blood to be spilt!" I roared at him. "She is mine! You won't lay a finger on her!"

"Okay!" Scott submitted to my dominant voice. I nodded and curled around my mate, kissing her neck.