Page 89 of Rebel Fates

But instead of turning more animal-like and growing thick fur all over their bodies, they seem to be shifting to be more human than they were even moments ago.

“What the—” My mouth drops open when I see threemostlyhumanmales. “Wait! Youranimals… arehuman?”

I’m severely insulted now.

“To the Hathoran, yes. Earthlings are stuck in their beast form all the time. Except for the shifters that often stay in their beast form to blend in.”

“So… I’m abeast?” I ask, and as I do, I feel the truth in the words. Humans can be terrible, abusive creatures. And on Earth, even the creatures we consider beasts have often shown more compassion for their competitors or even their prey than humans do for one another.

I touch my face. “Then how willIchange if I’m already a beast?” I ask Crax as the three males seem to be in the midst of their shifts.

“That is the beauty of yourhumanness. You aren’t changing much. Your reproductive systems are now different from human physiology. You will be more… responsive to sexual stimulation. And you will adapt to their…anatomy.”

“Holy shit!” I say as a wave of sexual desire hits me again. “What do you mean byanatomy?”

The three males have stopped shifting, looking mostly human but not completely. They are purring and shuffling toward me on their knees, hands still behind them. They seem very animalistic… almost primal. Predatory.

My body instantly gushes with slick at the hum of their collective purr, and I clamp my legs shut to try and contain my arousal. It is ridiculous to try and hide it.

Crax asks loudly to break me out of the haze building in my mind. “Are you sure? Do you want them?”

My body and my heart are responding to the three. They feel like part of me, and I need to satisfy the bond we have already begun. “I do.”

“Then I will leave you alone with them. I will release their bindings remotely when I leave. I don’t want them attacking me for encroaching on their… hunt.”

Serrat turns and growls at the movement of Crax. But eases when he sees the cloaked male is retreating.

“May the gods be with you,” Crax says as he exits, and the doors snap shut behind him.

My mind is fuzzy. I’m nervous and excited. Afraid and thrilled.

Their arms break free from the binds and they continue their slow approach but with the use of their arms, making them look that much more predatory. Their massive, muscular shoulders rolling with each stride toward me.

The purrs vibrate down to my core. I back up until I hit the edge of the gigantic bed. I scramble back and that only seems to antagonize them. They lunge forward and each grab my legs. Serrat and Rok each have an ankle. Zeek has secured my calf.

“Be careful with me!” I cry. But my core is throbbing, and I want them to plunge into my center. My body temperature seems to soar again.

Serrat grins wickedly, and I note he has larger than normal canines for a human. “We will do our best.”

Zeek’s monstrously long tongue licks my thigh. Well, he didn’t lose that gift.

I arch my back in response.Holy mother flipper!

What is going to happen if they lick me somewhere else?

As if on cue, Serrat opens my legs with a gentle tug on my ankle. His nails are still claws, dangerously dimpling my flesh. “You want us.” It isn’t a question.

I can feel my wetness, and it’s as if all the liquid in my body has pooled to my center. “Yes,” I say, my words coming out breathy.

“We will claim you,” he states. “You will claim us.”

Rok’s powerful hands are massaging up my leg. He settles next to me.

I can barely think straight with their intense purring. “I, uh…howdo I claim?”

“Bites,” Zeek says as he nips my hip.

I yelp, and they only purr louder. I’ve completely lost my mind with lust and my legs fall open to allow Serrat space to crawl up between them. My entire body undulates as Rok sucks my breast, while Zeek turns my head so he can kiss me.

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