Page 45 of Rebel Fates

He takes a handful of my tit and squeezes, tweaking my nipple with his finger and thumb. I arch into his touch and thrust my hips into his fingers, plunging him deeper inside me.

“Do you come quietly or with a roar, sweet kitten?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“Depends how good my lover is,” I smirk.

Serrat sees the challenge in my words. He licks his large tongue over my hard nipple and adds a third thick finger, stretching me. The sting of the stretch quickly becomes pleasure.

“Fuck!” I cry.

“You just might be able to take my cock,” Serrat says, then uses his cat-like tongue to lave my breasts over and over.

My orgasm comes at me like a charging beast, and I scream out while my pussy clamps down onto his fingers.

I’m panting and whimpering as he works me through my climax. My head falls back against the wall with a thump.

Serrat nuzzles into my neck, then drops to his knees as if he means to taste my slick.

Zeek coughs as he enters the room. “Am I interrupting?” His voice is clear. He knows he is.

Serrat doesn’t turn to answer him. “Yes,” he barks.

My eyes widen as my center gushes with arousal. Oh, this is bad. I’m not sure if I could say no, if he wants to continue with some alien probing right now, even in front of Zeek.

“All right.” Zeek grins and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

“What do you—” I ask him, but he leans into my groin and inhales, stopping my train of thought.

“Do you want to be mated?” he asks, his voice rumbles through my body, wrecking it. I can barely stand as all my blood has drained to my groin and I feel dizzy with the need for more.

I can’t catch my breath, but I wheeze out, “I suppose… one day. The right person.”

“You have had poor excuses for males in your life, haven’t you?”

It’s easier to confess when I can’t see his reaction. “The men in my life… they enjoyed making me suffer. That’s why I left Earth.”

He pulls back, looking up adoringly to study my face. “How could they not treat you as their goddess?”

I laugh nervously, my voice clogged with unshed tears. “Well, because I’mnota goddess.”

“You have the scent of one.” His large hand palms my ass, and he runs his tongue over my hip. He lets out a purr that rumbles through my body, making me even wetter.

My face turns bright red.

He pulls back, studies my face, and appears confused. “What is this coloring on your beautiful skin for?”

I flush hot again, this time for another reason. “I’m turned on.” Then I admit, “And I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re making me feel things. Asking about mating. Saying I have a smell.”

He chuckles lightly, but stands up to comfort me. “I didn’t say you smellbad. Your perfume reminds me of our race’s unique females. But that shouldn’t be the case.”

His gaze drops to my lips.

Then the door slides open.

Rok grunts, his voice tight with irritation. “Serrat, we need to talk.”

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