Page 15 of Feral Mates
Why had I made such an irrational decision not to try to have them arrested?
Because in the back of my mind a thought refused to leave.
The portal.
Perhaps I’d managed to configure the laser system after all.
It didn’t make any sense to me. None. However, for several weeks I’d believed there was a slight chance, very slim that beings could cross from one parallel universe to the other. If my beliefs were found to be true, that would answer the question about why the mystery men had appeared and had been without clothes. I’d seen them close to the facility and they certainly hadn’t been talkative.
In my thinking, whatever lifeforms existed would need a host and time to learn about humans and our world. Maybe that’s why only one had uttered a single word. I slapped my forehead. I was getting way ahead of myself with assumptions that had yet to be proven.
I had other thoughts that I’d worked on myself in my off time using formulas and knowledge gained through years of research. Beliefs that if found true to any degree would revolutionize the views on energy fields and metabolic physics.
Yep. I was that girl. The dreamer.
Today was the day I’d work through the experience enough to shove it behind me. That was the smartest thing to do or I could end up going off the deep end with my research.
“You’re losing your shit.” Now I knew I was. Talking to myself was the first clue. Delving into what Carl would call my science fiction-based logic was the second. That usually only occurred after my third glass of wine.
I stared myself in the mirror, wiping my hand across the steam until my face finally came into focus. The hot shower had felt amazing, yet the muscle aches continued. The dull ache reminded me of when I’d run a 5k marathon a couple of yearsbefore. In a way I’d gone through a marathon, one involving sex with three men.
Three huge, unforgiving men.
Three gorgeous, dominating beasts.
One of the two statements was accurate.
Worse, ignoring all concepts of right and wrong, just thinking about them made my pussy throbbed. They’d been so rough, filling me so completely that I…
You need to stop this right now.
Groaning, I dropped my head, immediately gripping the counter. There was still a chance I’d had a psychotic break and thankfully, had regained my mental faculty mostly intact, so I could continue with my work.
Thoughts of my recent test results and what Carl had told me about the portal almost replaced the ugly thoughts of what had maybe happened the night before. Almost. I glanced down the fluffy white towel I had wrapped around my chest and nodded a few times as I tried to gain courage.
Pretending something hadn’t occurred was unlike me. I unfolded the terrycloth, holding my breath while I turned around to face the door while glancing over my shoulder into the mirror.
Reflections didn’t lie.
While fading, my bottom was still covered in blush-colored stripes, a reminder I hadn’t been dreaming. As I reached back to massage the ache away, my pussy throbbed for the fullness I’d felt the night before.
“Awesome.”
Nope. I wasn’t going to look at them any longer. Instead, I headed for my closet. Being naked made me entirely too uncomfortable after whatever I’d been through.
While still early on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I poured a glass of wine and headed to my desk. I’d planned on checking my calculations over the weekend, the paper notes the only thing I was allowed to take from the laboratory given security protocols. They’d remained untouched. Right now, I wanted to see if I could find anything online about a prison break. For some crazy reason, I thought if I did that would make me feel better.
Yeah, to be fucked by three escaped convicts was oh-so much better than the other ridiculous thought refusing to leave my tattered mind.
More wine, please.
I sat back, scrolling through the local paper. At least living so close to Alexandria and Arlington, I had several sources I could check.
Thirty minutes later and finding nothing, I was beginning to convince myself I’d had the mental breakdown and was completely back to normal when an article caught my eye.
Three Wolves Escape the Serenity Wildlife Refuge
Sitting back, I reached for my wine as I read the article. Three wolves who had been in the process of being returned to theirnational habitats after rehabilitation had escaped the facility. Was that the one I’d remembered hearing about? As soon as I typed in the address, my blood ran cold.
