Page 47 of Rebel Fates

“Packmated, but not in the romantic, passionate way that one finds with their fated mate. We love each other deeply, but…”

“I think I understand.”

“Does that bother you?” he asks, concern showing on his face. “That we are bonded in that way?”

“No. It makes sense you would find comfort, affection, and love with each other. But now I feel like I’m invading your dynamic. Is that why Rok doesn’t like me much?”

“He likes you, but he’s worried about your safety around us. We are bigger and stronger than you, and you are a fragile human.”

“And you can’t be careful?” I want to discover what they could offer me as lovers, maybe more.

“I thinkIcould,” Zeek grins and winks at me. “Are you still in need? Would you like me to show you what I’ve been wanting to do with your tight body?”

Holy hell, why does he arouse me so much? I want to know what bliss he can offer me that I’ve never found with a human before. “Yes, I want to know.”

He presses his mouth to mine, and while it isn’t the same as a human’s kiss, I find it appealing. His tongue swipes out and grazes over my lips. I part them, and his tongue tangles with mine.

His hands roam over my naked flesh as he moans with delight. “Goddess, you feel so wonderful.” Being so tall, he kneels down to get better access to my breasts and not hit me with his huge horns. He licks my breasts with wide strokes, then sucks on my hardened nipples. He palms my ass and growls.

“I need to taste your honey. I’ve been craving your slick since that first moment.” Zeek swipes lower and lower until his tongue tickles over my pussy lips.

“Fuck, yes. I need that too.”

Zeek spins me, facing away. Then he lifts me up, bends me forward, and places me face down on the edge of Serrat’s bed.

He pulls my legs apart to gain access to my sex. I wonder if he’s going to mount me and rut my brains out. Part of me is hoping for it.

His large snout presses into my wetness, and he inhales. “Frex. You smell so divine. You are a goddess.”

I find it odd that they keep calling me that. I wonder why I have a scent that is like their ‘unique’ females, as Serrat called them.

All rational thought is quickly forgotten as Zeek feasts on my pussy. His tongue is suddenly everywhere, licking up my cum on my thighs from Serrat’s ministrations, and probing into my slightly abused channel. The swirling sensations he’s able to create with his appendage have me moaning, groaning, and pulling at the sheets on the bed.

“I want you to come on my face, Gemma,” he tells me. “Give me all your slick honey.”

His thumb rubs my clit while he slides his tongue in and out of me. Another finger probes at my backdoor.

“I want to claim all of your holes. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Will you let me do that, treasure?”

“Yes,” I promise. Just the thought of that alone has me orgasming. “I’m coming.”

As my climax hits me, I feel Zeek’s powerful hands gripping me harder, pulling me onto his face until I’m afraid his whole snout will slide inside me.

Stars sparkle behind my clenched eyelids, and I scream my release into the bedding.

My cheek is sweaty and pressed into the bed when I come back around to my surroundings.

Zeek is now pumping his finger into my channel, testing my ability to take him. Then he adds another and another. I’m ratcheted up higher again.

“I want…” I’m not sure what I want.

He removes his hand briefly and flips me onto my back. My legs splay out, leaving my swollen pussy open for his perusal.

“Do you want to see my cock?” he asks, trailing his wet finger up my center.

I nod eagerly. What will it look like? I have no fucking clue.

He shucks his kilt and his huge cock springs back to attention. It is mostly human-like, and I am surprised that it doesn’t look completely alien. It’s longer and wider than the other guys I’ve been with, and the tip is not as rounded.

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