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“Not now,” he growls.

“Now,” Rok challenges.

Serrat stands and touches the side of my face. “We will continue this conversation later, my sweet Gemma.”

I nod in response, then watch the two males glower at each other as they leave me alone in Serrat’s sleeping quarters.

There’s tension in the air between them. I’m worried it’s about me—again.

I don’t want to be the source of their problems.

What if they realize I’m not worth the trouble and strife?

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LICKED

GEMMA

Amoment after Serrat and Rok disappear, Zeek walks through the door, carrying a box of supplies. He shyly smiles at me, likely thinking about how he caught Serrat finger fucking me.

I try to pull my now shredded shirt to cover myself up. But I quickly give up the effort. I want Zeek to look at me with his hungry gaze. I want him in a way that I’ve never wanted other men. But he isn’t a man, he’s a beast of a male.

Zeek watches as I drop my arms and allow him to see all of me.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen everything, but now, it’s my choice.

“You’re so frexing beautiful,” he says as he drops his crate and strides over to me. Tentatively, he reaches for his torn shirt and pulls it off my shoulders. “Looks like there’s no point in giving you clothing.”

I chuckle. “I suppose not.”

“Did Serrat take care of your sweet little body?”

Fuck, why is that so sexy?

“Yes, and no.” I bite my lip.

“Did you need more, my treasure?”

His hands land on my hips and he tugs me forward against his hard body.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to touch,” I say. It feels like we are all going out of our minds, but I don’t want them to regret it. A fear that I might not actually be able to survive their advances hits me, too. “What if Ican’thandle you all?”

“I think you can. I believe you were meant for us. Leva sensed it. I trust her instincts more than my own.”

“Your living ship allowed me on board because she thought we belonged together?” I ask, shocked at the idea of being fated to someone… three someones… from space.

“I felt it too.”

“You just saw a naked ass.” I shove playfully at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

“What can I say? I knew I liked you the moment my eyes met your soft flesh.” He turns serious. “But I mean it. I am drawn to you, your scent, your face, and then your spirited personality. I love a fighter, because I’m a lover.”

“You are?” I ask, remembering Serrat hadn’t mentioned Zeek having a mate. “Wait. Do you have someone?”

“Not in the way you think.” He stares down into my eyes. “We… we satisfy each other’s primal needs—”

“Oh.Oh!” I realize they all must be fuck buddies. The idea of them together does things to me I wasn’t expecting. “So are you mated with them?”

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