Page 11 of Savage Mates

Yet, I had to admit, the excitement I felt was building. I understood there could be dangers. It was an uninhabited island, Philippine military utilizing a few square miles. From what I’d found online, there were limited reports that the government had left the infrastructure intact.

As with any military base, there was a level of secrecy surrounding the reason they’d left. One thing I suspected was that Dr. Zimmerman know someone of importance to be able to obtain approval from the Philippine government for the use of the island so quickly.

Or had he already discovered the lions?

Was it possible they’d been used in Blackwell’s experiments?

There were so many questions in the back of my mind. What would hurt if I went along? I could handle primitive.

I’d been camping before. I could tolerate the heat.

And the bugs.

And the wild animals.

At least Walter had also mentioned in his email there would be other personnel to help with our research.

Sighing, I closed the lid on my computer.

I’d also done a cursory look into the myth and world of shifters. The lore of the werewolf went back generations, including supposed sightings of the hybrid beasts. Of course, none had been proven, but the lure remained, romanticized by fiction in books and movies. Now shifters didn’t simply come by way of wolves. They came from every species.

Let the fantasies begin.

As I’d done with every important decision made in my life, I needed a sign.

Simba’s roar had given me goosebumps and I could swear she’d been giving me not only her encouragement, but also her blessing. Yet I needed more.

After taking another sip of wine, I turned off the desk lamp and headed into my kitchen, dumping the rest of my cabernet and placing the glass in the dishwasher. It was time for bed.

Maybe a nice dream would provide me with the final incentive I needed.

The thought brought a smile as I crawled into bed.

Maybe I’d dream about a couple of hot lion shifters. I could almost see them as huge hunks with broad shoulders and long,muscular legs. I envisioned the deep V cut leading from their chiseled abdomens to their…

Thick cocks.

Oh, I was such a bad girl.

The thought was sizzling, maybe because I hadn’t been on a date in almost two years. I turned off the light, enjoying the stream of moonlight slipping in through the half open blinds. The shimmer dancing across the slats added a perfect backdrop to my fantasies.

What if there really were shifters somewhere in the world? What if they truly had abilities that defied logic, only possible by the kiss of something alien? On the flipside, what if what Blackwell had created far extended what the authorities had allowed the public to learn?

Maybe I’d been watching too many science fiction movies when I found the time.

I pulled the covers up to my neck, images of massive, gorgeous men continuously popping into my mind.

With a sly smile on my face, I slipped my hand under the covers and underneath my pajama shorts. The moment I swirled the tip of my finger around my clit, I realized I was already wet, my pussy throbbing.

It had been a long time since I’d allowed my active imagination to enjoy indulging in a dark, sinful fantasy. I tugged on my shorts, pulling them past my hips. Closing my eyes, I envisioned a tall, dark, and very rugged man with amber eyes and a chiseled jaw.

Mmm…

With my fingers roaming my wetness, I pinched my clit, moaning from the slice of pain. I kicked one leg out, digging my heel into the sheet as I rubbed three fingers against my already swollen tissue. Electric sensations swept through me as I fingered myself. Seconds later, I thrust three then four fingers deep into my tight channel, my muscles immediately clenching around the thick invasion.

If only I had a thick cock between my legs, a sexy man hovering over me, whispering exactly what he was going to do to me.

I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up straight. And if you’re a bad little girl, I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank you.