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Grunts and groans.
Moans and whimpers.
A frenzied speed as Zeus began to lose full control. His eyes glassed over, his nostrils flaring, and every inch of his body hummed from the driving electricity.
He threw his head back with a wild roar as he erupted deep inside. The gush was hot, his touch searing my skin more than before.
Still growling, he pumped several times, slowly dropping his head to allow me to see the full effect of the change in his eyes.
His lion was roaring to the surface.
Hunger refusing to be denied, Titus appeared, pushing Zeus away, his needs even more insatiable than the others. When he thrust his cock inside, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. The hold was possessive, reminding me that no matter what happened, I would always belong to them.
The buildup was incredible, every muscle tingling as the rush of excitement and sheer joy turned into a complete frenzy.
And soon, they both erupted, filling me with their seed.
CHAPTER 2
One week before…
Cornell University, Ithica, New York
Lauren
“In closing, the scientific community is on the verge of several fantastic discoveries. This includes altering DNA structures to provide for the eradication of diseases within the animal population. What we learn from that success will drive our research in the future. Imagine the possibilities. The end of cancer and other terminable diseases as we know them. Birth defects. Even the common cold. And… The possible creation of new life.”
Every student was sitting on the edge of their seat. The subject had come up more than once in my classroom.
“However, that’s for next year,” I told them and while several laughed, others groaned. They’d been reading too much science fiction. New life.
Much like alien beings walking amongst us.
The thought was both riveting and terrifying.
I held back a slight grin as I glanced at the clock on the lecture hall’s pastel yellow wall. I ticked off the last few seconds out of mischievousness, finally clapping my hands. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes a fabulous year. I applaud all of you for your work ethics and accomplishments. Have an amazing summer.”
My statement was met with enthusiastic applause, my students immediately cheering as they scrambled from their seats. While the academic year had been incredible, I was eager for the summer to commence, especially if the Office of Research Development approved my request for a grant.
My research assistant was waiting by the door, eager to see if I needed anything prior to the meeting bright and early the next morning. My nerves were already on edge even though I’d spent the entire spring semester preparing for their questions. The fifty-page document was some of my finest work. However, I needed one final piece, proof that my goals weren’t far-fetched.
Sadly, at this point, I was beginning to think the evidence needed had been nothing more than a fantasy. I’d based my proposal on little more than rumors as well as a few bones containing DNA and a partial report found in a dumpster in Northern Virginia. While completely unlike me, a single photograph sent to me anonymously had been all the proof I’d needed to believe my instincts were correct.
I’d had experts check for any sign the photo had been fabricated by AI or another computer graphics program. The picture had been legit.
If I was correct, the discovery would be considered a scientific miracle.
If the grant was awarded and I was wrong, I’d be the laughingstock of the scientific world and I could kiss my career as a molecular biologist goodbye.
“You look nervous.” Carrie Winters was a year and a dissertation away from her doctorate and I’d been lucky enough to snag her as my assistant at the beginning of the year. She shared my love of animals, which was a plus. I’d tried to convince her to become a veterinarian since she was so good with animals.
“Not nervous exactly,” I told her. “Terrified.”
“Don’t be. You’ve got this down cold. Plus, I have faith Finn will come through.”
She’d heard all about my childhood friend who now served in the military, currently stationed in the Philippines. A hop, skip, and a jump from the reported sightings. Since he was a pilot for the Air Force, I’d begged him for a favor, obtaining aerial photographs as proof. However, there was red tape with both the Air Force and with the Philippines, so he’d reminded me not to get my hopes up.
“I know he’ll try.” After I shoved my laptop into my computer bag, we headed for the door. Finn had never let me down before, but this wasn’t like pretending to be my boyfriend, which he’d done three times. Nor was it about confessing to a teensy tiny crime I’d committed as a teenager. This was something entirely different.
