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“Yes, you are.” Zeek quickly fits himself to my side.

Crax is now freed from my sex and rolls off of me to my other side.

As my nakedness is in full view, all four males stare at me like I’m what’s for dinner.

Rok says, “All life on Earth comes from another source.”

“We were seeded like the conspiracy theorists claim?” I ask.

“I can’t wait to seed you again,” Zeek says as he leans in close to lick his claiming bite mark.

“Now?” I ask. My voice catches and desire begins to burn again.

“We should check your vitals to make sure you are all right,” Crax says, ever the scientist, “but I think you have transitioned completely.”

“Yes, check,” Rok, the other doctor, agrees.

“So, I’m not going to die?” I ask, relieved. “At least I would have finally died happy.”

I wasn’t sure when this started if I was willing to help Crax with his experiment and ease the suffering of the three males. I didn’t know if I would survive. And now, I realize Iwantto be alive. I haven’t felt this hopeful in so long.

I was plagued by depression. Anger. Suffering was my existence. And now, I have hope in my heart.

“I think you are out of danger… from our bites and your transformation.” Crax touches my cheek.

I purr, and all four of them have instant erections.

My eyes examine their unspoken offerings. “But now, I think you might kill me from exhaustion.”

“We’ll do our best to take you to the brink of bliss and well-spent without crossing over,” Serrat growls, and I reach out to pull him over me. He chuckles playfully and nips my lip. “But first we need to hydrate before our next session.”

“Next session?” My eyes go wide.

“This frenzy will last all week if my cock tells me anything.”

I smile.“Promise?”

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CONNECTIONS

GEMMA

In the week following our claiming, my males mate me over and over. Finally, I am fully sated. We all are.

As we lay in a pile, draped over each other in bliss, we wait for their shift back to their usual form.

Crax is the first to change from his mostly human face to his normal appearance—a black leopard head and a man’s body.

I gasp. “You’re beautiful.”

Zeek looks shy. “But don’t you like us better when we look more like human males?”

I hug him tight, and my heart squeezes that he should feel that way. “No! Not at all. In either appearance, you all are so sexy,” I tell them, looking each in the eye so they can sense my truth.

We are waiting for my heat to pass completely to see if my body changes anymore. So far, I’ve only grown sharp canines during my outward transformation.

“Now that we are a mated pack, I was wondering what you want to do,” Crax says.

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