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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When Dr. Liam Ericsson learns that an experimental treatment’s side effects could drive him into a primal frenzy, he prepares for the worst.
Then Cara walks into his fertility clinic to find a donor, and Liam can hardly keep his jaw off the floor. Not only is the woman he's obsessed with now single, but she’s determined to be a parent. The sooner, the better.
After an intimate exam, Liam can’t stop fantasizing about Cara, or giving her what she wants. Then the regression hits him – at just the wrong time.
Or, maybe it’s the perfect time. Cara is spread before him, and ready. Now, no one else will claim her but him. The natural way.
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Claiming His Patient
December Drake
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Contents
Dr. Liam Ericsson checked the time and paced to his home office window. “I shouldn’t have to call you. You were supposed to be calling me, with updates. Regularly.”
On his conference system, the researcher cleared his throat. “That’s because there aren’t any new updates.”
“Let’s be sure. Go over it again.”
Liam heard a weary sigh, but knew he’d have his answer anyway. As soon as the Spectrum Institute had told him he’d face serious side effects from the experimental erectile dysfunction treatment they’d given him last year, he’d aggressively driven the conversation.
It was the Institute’s misfortune to have enrolled him, a renowned research physician in reproductive health, as a participant in their trial. He’d ruthlessly grilled them for more information for weeks. His lawyer had already picked apart the NDA and other disclaimers Liam had signed during the treatment.
“The side effects are still as we last described: the DNA manipulation performed during the treatment has supercharged your pheromones, so to speak. Though some women may respond to them while ovulating, few will to such an extent you’d find it disruptive to your everyday life.”
“But if one woman did?”
Liam knew the answer. The answer was currently open on his tablet: a damning photo album of security footage stills.
“If a fertile woman responds strongly enough to release her own pheromones, and you’re also attracted to her, it will send you into a frenzy.”
“A breeding frenzy.”
“C-correct.” The researcher cleared his throat again.
“You’ll continue to keep me abreast of any new developments. I expect you to fix this, whether it takes two months, or two years. The minute you’ve made any progress, contact me.”
The researcher twittered nervously over the line. “We’ve already shared far more with you than we have with any other participant, Dr. Ericsson.”
Liam’s mouth curled into a sneer. “Then I suggest you start treating me as a colleague, and not a patient. I can think of four journals of medicine offhand that would be extremely interested in this little disaster you’re trying to contain. At least two would fast-track the peer review on anything I send them.”
There was a clatter and a hissed cursed over the line, as though a cup of hot coffee had spilled. “That’s… that’s not necessary. We’d be happy to keep you updated.”
“Good to hear.” Liam punched a button on his system, ending the conference call.
He picked up his tablet, swiping once more through the photos his lawyer had all but blackmailed them into sending over last night.
They showed a man in a crowded restaurant, at first groping his dinner companion before lifting her onto the table, right atop their full plates. He’d then proceeded to tear her clothes away and fuck her, right in the middle of the restaurant.
From the pictures, the woman had very much enjoyed herself. These special pheromones were apparently quite potent, driving select women into nearly as much of a frenzy as the man who emitted them.
The rest of the photos were of other guests fleeing, some more lascivious onlookers recording it with their phones, and finally, the restaurant’s security personnel surrounding the man and pulling him off the woman.
He hadn’t gone down easily, nearly overpowering three men as they wrestled him away, his cock still dripping with his spend.
And still very much erect.
It was difficult to believe that such a man had once participated in an ED trial. But that final image had seared itself into Liam’s brain, of a man so overcome with primal lust that he’d forgotten his own surroundings.
Liam shuddered and tossed the tablet aside. He couldn’t let that happen to him. He wouldn’t.
As soon as he’d learned about the side effects, he’d transferred his patients in the fertility clinic to other doctors. Liam didn’t have that many patients anyway, since he devoted half his time to research.
He could no longer risk being around them. Even though the Institute had reassured him that he wouldn’t react to just any woman, only ovulating women were sensitive to these pheromones.
Ovulation and fertilization were his entire life’s work.
Thus, Liam had immediately created as much distance as he could from women in his life. He finally accepted the research grant that Brown Medicine had been dangling in his path for over a year, and threw himself into research full-time. He now only visited the fertility clinic in the evenings to work alone and return phone calls.
For him, even that wasn’t enough.
He reached into his pocket, his hand finding the tranquilizer he kept on him at all times, modified from an epinephrine autoinjector.
The dose was strong enough to knock him out in under a minute; he’d tested it, and woken up on his living room floor three hours later. If he felt so much as an errant urge while around any woman, he wouldn’t hesitate to inject it into his thigh.
He paced an agitated circle across the carpet. It was ridiculous that he had even put himself in this position to begin with, by signing up for an ED treatment.
Liam had learned of the Spectrum Institute long before he became their patient. The white paper they’d published on their initial research in male performance via DNA manipulation had excited him, as a fertility doctor. Any breakthrough that might one day help those who regularly sought help from his fertility clinic was a cause he would support.
His own libido had remained so low during most of his adult life that he’d been curious if perhaps he was asexual. He wouldn’t have minded. He’d never dated enough for it to impact him, much preferring his research over companionship.
But then she had moved in, to the new development across from the older houses where Liam lived.
Cara.
After months of watching her out of his office window as she went on her daily jog, as she gardened, or even when she went out with her boyfriend, Liam realized he’d become deeply infatuated.
He didn’t know if he’d ever have a chance with her. Yet suddenly, he had a desperate need to know if he’d be able to satisfy her, in every way.
He didn’t care what had caused his lack of libido, as long as it was treated properly. The Spectrum Institute had been his first choice.
Liam had never expected them to reach out eight months later, explaining that he may turn into a rutting beast from one whiff of an ovulating woman.
The alarm chimed on his smartwatch. Liam was back at the window and waiting before he even turned it off.
Waiting, for his daily sighting of Cara.
He admired her punctuality as she bounded down the front steps of her townhouse, dressed for her morning jog.
Liam snatched up the small binoculars he kept on his office windowsill. He’d deliberately purchased a shitty, cheap pair with low magnification to keep him honest. To keep him from using them to peer into her townhouse windows.
Yet, they were decent enough to watch as she puttered around her garden, or to catch the details of her clothing when she left or returned home.
Especially the details of her running clothes. Fuck, he loved them. The leggings were molded to her thighs, and most importantly, her gorgeous ass. The little zip-up jacket she wore over her sports tank clung to her waist and accentuated the curve of her breasts.
Her sneakers had changed, to a pristine new pair from a different brand. Liam made a mental note to update his Cara file with that detail.
The file grew a little bigger each week, crammed with every notable detail he’d observed about her. The flowers she’d planted in her garden. Takeout restaurant preferences. The coffee shop she frequented. And now, a change in running shoe brands.
Across the street, Cara jogged in place for a few minutes while she set the playlist on her phone and clipped it to her armband. Then, she bent into her first stretch.
Liam groaned behind the binoculars. Bent over like this, her ass facing him, he could just see the outline of her pussy between her legs. He felt his dick slowly rising, and even a drop of precum soaking into his boxer briefs.
She’d certainly jump-started his libido, that’s for sure.
He resisted the urge to take himself in hand as he watched her finish stretching, then jog off down the road. But he did turn his lenses to follow her until she disappeared from sight, watching the tempting bounce of her ass.
Liam had never been a fan of running, and much preferred swimming laps in his heated, indoor pool. But Cara was converting him into a true fucking fan.
He should purchase some running gear and take up jogging at the same time each morning. Just to see her, and perhaps give her a neighborly wave when they passed each other.
Maybe he could start a few minutes later and jog behind her at a distance, her jiggling ass keeping him on course like a carrot on a stick.
But that would be creepy, and she’d probably catch on fast, if not start carrying pepper spray.
Liam stood at the window a few more minutes, dreaming of an alternate reality where she was his. Where he would be waiting for her at home when she returned, ready to kiss her wildly while trying not to fuck a hole right through those thin leggings.
With a frustrated sigh, he set down the binoculars, returned to his desk, and opened his research.
