Page 4 of Feral Mate

“Yes, it’s lovely, but I’m glad NLGP is picking up the tab.”

Kam laughed. “I’m hoping you’ll get used to it.”

“What do you mean?” asked Emery.

“Well,” Kam said in a hushed tone, “I’m not supposed to say anything, but I’m really hoping to get you to join NLGP.”

“Me?”

Kam nodded. “You’re a talented geneticist—one of the best I’ve seen in a very long time. I found your doctoral thesis regarding the work proposed in Jurassic Park to be brilliant, if theoretical. I’ll bet you had to fight the doctoral committee on that one.”

“You have no idea,” Emery said, laughing. Then, looking at Kam’s face, she continued, “Or perhaps you do.”

“It was very cogent, both in your theories and research; I thought your writing style was compelling as well. Like most of us in our field, I’d written off the movie as just great entertainment. Your argument about the difference in extinct species as opposed to those that still exist was persuasive.”

“Coming from a geneticist of your stature, that is high praise. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, and don’t turn me down, not until I’ve had a chance to show you the lab and introduce you to some of my people. Take the tour with everybody else, but at the end, if you’ll let me, I’d like to give you a more specific tour and then make my pitch.”

“I’m flattered, but I have a job,” stammered Emery, wondering just what kind of fantasy looking glass she’d stepped through.

“Where you are underpaid and grossly underappreciated. I can promise you NLGP is more than ready to make you a very rewarding and lucrative offer.”

Kam was called away to speak with someone else and Emery spent the rest of the evening in a kind of fogged daze. Nothing in her life had prepared her for her brief conversation with Kam.

Emery had learned from the time she was a small child never to reveal her deepest thoughts and yearnings. She had been deemed ‘special’ by the time she was seven and had been removed from the orphanage and placed in a center for gifted children. The Center and those who staffed it never knew just how ‘special’ she was, and the one person who found out warned her never to let others know. With no one there to protect her, she had learned to protect herself.

There was no physical cruelty, but those who ran the Center had their own special ways of getting the children and adults, who ranged from her age to their twenties and thirties to behave in precisely the way they wanted. She learned early on if she didn’t tell them what she wished for most in her heart, they couldn’t use it against her, and by not showing them her true intelligence and all of her gifts, they were willing to turn her out on the streets when she was eighteen.

It was only once she was free of the Center that she had indulged her dream of finding a secluded place where she could allow the prehistoric cave lion that dwelled inside her to come forward and run. It had been exhilarating. After the release of her inner beast, when she lay down to sleep that night he had come to her in her dreams.

He wasn’t the wealthy, powerful, or historical hero so many women dreamed of. Instead, he was a gorgeous hunk of alpha male who exuded confidence and passion. From the first time she’d seen him in her dreams, he had captured her imagination and her heart. From the very first erotic dream, she’d never once dreamed of another.

She’d had a few relationships, but they were not the grand passion she longed for. He only appeared to her in her dreams, and even the dreams were shrouded in mystery. Emery had long ago decided that even if she could never touch him in the real world, she would have him in spirit. They might not ever be together, but she knew they would never be truly apart.

Emery stayed far longer at the party than she’d thought she would. Kam kept checking in on her and introducing her to various people at NLGP mingling with the other guests. Instead of having to force herself to remain and be social, she found she was actually enjoying herself. Several times she was engaged in stimulating theoretical debates.

Finally, she made her way to the elevator and up to bed. Finding herself all alone, she kicked off her shoes, bent down to pick them up and then made her way down the hall to her lovely suite. She’d never stayed in any place so luxurious. She grabbed a quick shower and then fell into bed, hoping her dream lover would join her. She could feel her dreamscape start to shift and knew her wish would be granted.

He stood over the bed, looking down at her. For once, the surroundings weren’t so out-of-focus that she couldn’t tell where they were. Tonight, they were here in Reykjavik in her room. She rose up to join him, and he enveloped her in his arms, his mouth coming down on hers, as hungry as she was for what they shared.

His tongue passed over her lips, and Emery opened her lips for him, inviting his tongue to tangle and play with hers. Her nipples peaked and he pressed her into the hard, muscled planes of his chest.

There was no hesitation between them. They both knew why he was here. Lifting her up in his arms, he laid her gently on the bed, pressing her into the mattress as he crawled up from the end, moving between her legs and bending them at the knee so he could have full access to her.

In the real world, Emery had never cared much for oral sex—giving or receiving—but with him the experience had been so intense that she’d lost her shyness. He lowered his head, breathing in her aroused scent, and growled low and deep in his throat. Placing his mouth on her sex, his tongue took its first taste and she had to grasp the bed sheets to keep from crying out.

Running his tongue over her clit and then down to separate and suck the petals of her sex made her arch her hips. He rolled his tongue, spearing her pussy and then flattening it out to taste and lap all of her honey. He cradled her thighs in the crooks of his elbows and held her steady so he could feast on her.

The feelings he evoked were so intense, not only the physical ones, but the emotional ones, as well. He called to her and touched her in a way no man had done. He lavished his attention and his affection on her swollen nub before moving up her body to suckle and nip at her breasts while he penetrated her with a single finger, curling it up as he began to withdraw it. He gave her nipples the barest edge of his teeth before moving back to suck on her clit.

She wailed as he withdrew his finger, and he chuckled, settling himself between her legs, his hard cock poised at the entrance to her core. He began to press himself inside her, her greedy pussy clutching at him and trying to draw him in more deeply. She lived for this; lived for when he mounted her and made her feel as if it were real.

Emery longed to be able to wrap her arms around him. While she could feel the sensations he created with his tongue, cock, and hands, there was nothing substantial to actually hold, and she mourned that loss. Her hands grasped at the bedclothes as he began to plunge in and out of her. Slowly and steadily, he increased the pace and rhythm of his thrusting—seeming to go harder and faster with each stroke.

She heard him groan, felt his breath on her ear and the warm rush of his cum filling her up. She could feel the weight of him pressing her into the mattress and surrounding her in a warmth and comfort she had only known with him. He withdrew from her long before she was ready.

“Don’t go, please,” she begged, hating that a mere fantasy could reduce her to doing so.

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