Page 85 of Rebel Fates

Serrat’s jaw flutters as he thinks of his answer and then finally, he says, “He tells the truth.”

“Do you want her to be yours?” Crax asks.

“Wait!” I yell. “Why are you asking him? Are you selling me to them or something?”

“No,” Crax says, but doesn’t elaborate, moving to stand behind me.

I don’t like how vulnerable that move makes me, so I turn toward him. “Then what’s going on?”

He leans down and I almost feel as if I can see his dark eyes through the opaque screen. He says softly, “You need to mate with them or you might not survive this transformation. Please, Gemma. I don’t want you to suffer.”

“Why does it feel like this is about more than just me?” I ask. “Why do you care?”

“I need to study the complete transition,” Crax answers.

Even Rok is confused. “Why?”

To distract me, Crax pulls the blanket from my shoulders to disrobe me. I don’t even try to stop him. My body wants to be free. The cool air feels amazing on my naked skin. My sex is throbbing now from my heat stimulated by the males’ pheromones.

He whips me around to face the three males. He grips my wrists behind my back and drags his gloved hands up my arms. It feels as though he is offering me up for sacrifice. “Look at how they want you. Feel how much you want them,” Crax says, as if that explains everything. “I wish it could have been different. That I could have been the one you needed. But I’m not.”

His free hand travels down the front of my body and massages my breasts.

I lean back into his chest, overwhelmed by my libido.

I know he’s trying to encourage my mating with the Hathorans. But I don’t care. I need all of this. Them. Him.

Then he drops lower and cups my mound. A finger skims over my clit.

I respond to his touch with an intake of air and squirm.

The three males across the room growl. The sound makes my legs shake from my overwhelming desire for them.

“You want them touching you like this, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Please,” I beg.

“Your connection is beautiful and extraordinary.” Crax breathes into my ear. “I want to save my people.Thisis how. We need females like you to do it.”

“Slaves? Against their will?” I ask, shaken from my euphoric haze.

“No. Willing volunteers who seek a new life in the stars, who want dedicated, loyal males to enjoy new lives.”

I remember how I wanted to start over. Mating three Egyptian gods in space wasn’t exactly what I’d envisioned.

But do I want it?Am I willing? Or is my body betraying me and making me desire these males?

Crax asks me, “Gemma, do you want the new life you wished for?”

“How do you know my reason for leaving Earth?”

“It’s obvious.”

I growl. I don’t like that he can see so clearly behind my walls.

I pull away, and he releases his hold with little resistance. But I note there is some hesitation.

I walk up to the males on their knees, standing in front of Serrat. “Do you really wantme?”

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