Page 58 of Their Shared Mate
“Come for us, mate,” Raphael directed. “Offer us your pleasure right now.”
Victor lightly pinched her clit and an orgasm sprang within her well-trained body. Claire arched, both her passages tightening spasmodically as pleasure washed over her.
“Such a good girl,” Victor muttered as he pushed her body upward until only the tip of his cock was surrounded by her heat. He pulled her back down, which drew her off Raphael’s length.
Claire gasped and shivered. Their cocks rubbed against each other as they slid in and out of her wet holes. She dropped her head back, thrusting her breasts out, and letting them controlher movements. She felt wild, sexual in a way she’d never experienced before. She was so full, so wet, sodesired.
They moved faster, passing her back and forth as they arched and strained. She felt another orgasm building and cried out, “May I come, Sir?”
“Not yet,” Raphael said sharply and urged her down onto Victor’s cock. “You come when we give you pleasure. Your body belongs to us.”
“Yes, Sir.” She panted and fought off the sensations pulsing inside her.
Victor pushed her upward, driving her onto Raphael’s cock. “I’m not sure how long I can last,” he warned. “She feels too damn good.”
“Understood.” Raphael pulled her face around and covered her mouth with his. He cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her yelp. A sharper sting echoed the pinch and then the link connecting their minds expanded, the emotions and shared sensations intensifying.
Claire moaned into his open mouth, shaking helplessly as the new sensations overwhelmed her mind and body. She thought she’d experienced their emotions before, but clearly she’d only felt a faint echo of what these two were feeling. They hungered for her with ravenous need. They were determined to discover everything she needed to be happy and content so they could provide it for her. Even in the throes of passion, they were focused on her needs.
“Come, my love,” Raphael commanded. “And keep on coming.”
His permission unleashed a flood of pleasure inside Claire. She screamed as powerful waves of sensation crashed over her. She rocked her hips, unable to remain still. They thrust into her together, filling her deeply with each demanding stroke. She arched and swayed, lost in the intoxicating maelstrom. Another orgasm crested and she raked her fingernails down Victor’s chest.
Victor grasped her hips and thrust upward fast and hard. His seed burst out a few minutes later followed by his throaty cry.
Raphael pushed her head down so he could thrust faster into her bottom. He held her hips firmly as he brought on his release.
Claire sprawled over Victor as aftershocks of her orgasms tingled through her abdomen. She felt weak and replete, yet wide awake. She could sense her mates so clearly. “I didn’t realize it would be like this.” She felt surrounded by love, comforted and secure. “What in the world was I afraid of?”
Her mates laughed, the movements of their cocks reminding her that they were still joined together.
“I should have let you claim me weeks ago.”
“No,” Raphael said firmly. “Take your time. Experience all that this link offers before you make your final decision. That way, when I anchor the link, there will be no hesitation, no doubts.”
She looked back at him and nodded. “You’re right. I’m high on endorphins right now. Permanent decisions are best made while fully sober.”
They carefully shifted to their sides and enjoyed the connection of being joined for a few minutes longer. Then Raphael eased out and went to take a shower.
Victor tucked a lock of her damp hair behind her ear and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “I know you’re still worried about Heather. We’ll find out where she is and how long they intend to keep her.”
She nodded, but was fighting to keep her eyes open.
“Rest, sweetheart,” Victor encouraged. “We’ve got the rest of our lives to smooth out the wrinkles.”
The next six days passed quickly for Claire. With her romantic situation solidified, she was able to focus on work. Everyone on her research team agreed that the two-variant hypothesis explained many of the unanswered questions. Jason headed a three-person team that focused on physical deterioration and Claire headed the team researching rapid onset dementia. By separating the mental and physical symptoms, they were able to determine a more effective treatment for each. The unwanted mutations had been caused by genetic manipulation, so it stood to reason that restoring the DNA segments to their natural state would alleviate the symptoms.
Finding an unaltered gene pattern had been less challenging than Claire thought. Hyptos tribe was the only group of raptor hybrids with changes to the target genes. So the research team used segments from another tribe to repair the damage. The C9orf72 gene responded immediately in simulations, but PSEN2 resisted the reversal. Only by expanding the parameters of the transcription were they able to produce the desired effect.
“You realize this will likely nullify some, if not all, of their hybrid abilities,” Claire warned as Jason suggested they move on tohybrid trials. “They won’t be human, but they will no longer be fully functioning hybrids either.”
“What they will be is alive,” Jason stressed.
It was hard to argue with his logic, but he assured her that the possible side effects would be explained to every patient and the treatment would be strictly voluntary.
Later that afternoon, a hybrid named Chase volunteered to undergo the treatment. He’d been suffering with Oratov Syndrome for over a year and had recently lost the ability to walk. The treatment progressed without incident and within hours Chase’s symptoms began to improve.
Claire met Jason in the clinic two days later. They stood back, anxiously waiting as the lead medic examined Chase. There were forty-one other hybrids afflicted with Oratov Syndrome and each was desperate for a cure. Still, the research team had to make sure their treatment was stable before they involved anyone else.
