Page 49 of Rebel Fates

I rub my eyes and nod, my stomach feeling empty.

Serrat lifts me up and carries me to the galley. Instead of setting me on a chair of my own, he sets me on his lap.

Zeek has followed us and quickly gathers up some food for me. He sets it down and sits next to us. He takes the spoon and brings some of the mash to my lips.

I try to take the spork, but he won’t let me have it. “I want to feed you.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“But you are a female,” Serrat says.

“What’s that supposed to mean? That I can’t do basic things?” I grouse.

“Ourfemale,” Zeek corrects. “We want to make you feel good. Do all we can for you.”

“Then let me feed myself,” I say, shaking my head at this overenthusiastic behavior.

Zeek nods and hands me the spork. But now that his hand is free, it lightly skims my thigh.

I eat my food while enjoying both Serrat and Zeek running their hands over my naked body. I’m not sure why it feels so natural to be nude with them or to enjoy their touch, but it does. And I want more.

Zeek hands me some water to wash down my food when I’m done.

Serrat widens his legs, taking my legs with them and spreading me open. His fingers slide down between my thighs and over my clit. “Zeek tells me you believe you can take his cock.” His touch rubs lightly up and down my center, causing me to squirm in his lap. He leans my back against his chest.

Zeek’s gaze lands on my exposed pussy while Serrat strums me toward a heated orgasm.

“He said you swallowed down his cum. Did you like that, sweetness?”

“Yes.” I squirm some more.

Serrat braces me tightly against his chest. “He also said you enjoyed him licking your pretty pussy. Would you like me to do that too?”

“I would.”

Instantly, I’m moved to Zeek’s lap, held open wide by Serrat’s firm hands. Zeek has pulled my hands behind my back and around his cock.

Serrat sniffs my center and growls. “I could come just by your fragrance.” He licks up my center and groans happily.

He laps at me over and over, until I’m wiggling and panting with my release just out of reach.

Zeek nips at my ear and whispers, “Would you like him to stick his entire tongue into your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” I feel the beginnings of an orgasm, and when Serrat takes Zeek’s prompting to heart, he slides his thick tongue inside me, and I lose it. I clench around his flesh, crying out to the stars. “Serrat!”

I lift my head as I come down from my high and see Serrat lifting his kilt.

Just as I’m about to glimpse his goods, Rok charges into the galley. “What the frex? Stop this right now!”

Rok snatches me from Zeek’s hold and carries me out of the galley. He looks at me. “Gemma, how are you feeling?” There’s genuine concern for me in his tone.

I lift my hand to touch his beautifully strange face—either to console him or to seduce. Or both. “Serrat was making me feel good.”

“I’m not sure about that.” He gently sets me down on an exam table. “Your body temperature is very high. And look at your skin, Gemma. This isn’t normal for humans, is it?”

But now that I’m not in the throes of passion, I realize I’m overly hot. I’m flushed red and have a golden sheen to my skin. “Not really. I mean, humans can get reddish when they’re sexually active or exert themselves. But the golden color is new.”

“Why are you allowing them to touch you like that?” he asks softly.

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