Page 92 of Rebel Fates

Her eyes roll back into her skull as Rok continues to lap at our joined sex.

Good. She is in her full mating haze now.

Her body convulses with an orgasm. She wraps her arms around my head, pulling me forward over her shoulder. She locks her mouth around my neck to bite down.

That sends me reeling. I lock my jaws into her shoulder, claiming her as my penis expands. Then my penile hooks lock me inside her cunt.

Gemma feels the intense pressure as she bucks into her orgasm. She feels how I have claimed her. She twists to move away. But then she is quickly distracted as I unload inside her.

The first mating has begun.

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RESCUED HEART

ROK

After a minute or two of her blissful haze and Serrat’s release, she tries to move again, and feels how he’s locked inside. “What?” she asks, confused.

Serrat can’t speak. He’s in his mating trance and shallowly thrusting into her. Every time they move, he moans with release. Fortunately, he hasn’t hurt Gemma in a frenzy to claim her.

Barely holding onto my sanity, I answer, “He’s locked inside you. You have to wait until his cock deflates and it will sting coming out.”

“How long?” she asks, but doesn’t seem to be upset even though she obviously didn’t know this was part of the deal.

“Not long.” I stroke her face and calm any nervousness that might be there.

She looks at me with tears in her eyes.

I’m afraid she is hurt from his cock or the claiming. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No. You are being so nice to me.” She tears up more.

I can’t imagine this is nice. Although I suppose my stroking her face to soothe her counts for something. “You are our goddess. We will always treat you as such.” I slip my fingers through her stretched folds to make her squirm and hurry Serrat’s mating along.

She moans with the sensations we are both giving her.

Serrat finally releases her from his cock’s grip. She whimpers but doesn’t seem to be too affected by his hooks.

I snatch her from his arms and slip my fingers into her soaked channel to assess her condition. “You alright?”

She bites her lip with my touch. I can’t imagine she’s too hurt if she is enjoying my intrusion.

I need her, but I do not want to harm her either. With a sigh of relief, my fingers come out with very little trace of blood.

I settle her onto my lap, lining her up with my cock. I easily plunge into her, up to my knot.

She sucks in a breath. I worry she is too sore. But I can feel her slick and Serrat’s generous release.

“Do you need to stop?” I ask. However, I hope she says no because I don’t frexing want to.

She leans forward and kisses me. “No. Claim me.”

I rock into her and roar with my joy. I didn’t think I’d ever have a true mate. My guardians used me for their anger. Whipping me. Hurting me anyway they could. I was told I would never amount to anything. Then, as an adult, my pack’s female didn’t accept me, never claimed me. But after I lost them during the culling, Serrat rescued me, showing me what it was to have a pack that cared.

Now, it feels like Gemma is rescuing my heart.

With every stroke, every touch, I become whole again.

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