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But then suddenly, a half-conscious Zeek lunges at me and roars.

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DECISIONS

GEMMA

Crax is strikingly handsome. I wonder what his true form looks like. I was attracted to him since the moment we met, and now, my new nature is responding to his scent of warm, honey-in-the-desert. I think I have been scenting him since I arrived on his ship after the auction, his presence keeping me calm.

I inhale him deeply and ask myself what to do about his offer to mate. My core slicks with desire at the thought, making me ready for claiming him. Whoa, that thought came to me so naturally.

I want to claim him.

“I need you…” I squirm as my skin flushes with heat. It’s like I’m on fire.

Then I smell Zeek’s cinnamon. And I want to shake him awake so I can take him now too.

Bite him. Mark him.

As if my thoughts reanimated him, Zeek leaps at Crax with a roar.

He wrestles him away from me, crushing Serrat and Rok underneath their tussle.

The frantic nature of their fight stirs something deep inside me, and I attack. Grabbing Zeek, I wrap my arms around him and pull him back. I’m stronger than I remember.

His eyes flash and dilate. I can see he didn’t even realize that I was awake. But a slight movement of Crax redirects his attention, and he returns to attaching the intruder.

“Stop!” I call out and I crash against him, biting down on his neck.

He surrenders to me and lets go of Crax. Turning, he grabs hold of my hips—still in his mating haze—and plunges into me with his cock.

At the intense, overwhelming sensation, I cry out through my own mating bite.

His teeth sink into my shoulder, marking me. Frantically, wildly, he thrusts into me like a male possessed. And I suppose he is. Just as I am. I meet each one of his thrusts with enthusiasm. The world drops away. Serrat. Rok. And even Crax.

Only Zeek exists right now.

I shudder and my sex pulses around him as my orgasm crashes into me like a truck.

Zeek’s member knots inside and now I know the drill. I’m not afraid of the overwhelming sensation of being entirely filled and conquered. He locks into place, and I feel his warm seed filling me up.

A soft moan escapes my lips.

Serrat and Rok begin to awaken. Coming out of my haze, Zeek is still locked inside me.

I glance over at Crax. His hazel eyes are drilling into me, and I want to know him.

Serrat quickly takes Crax in a chokehold, his forearm crushing his windpipe.

“No,” I say, but the word is barely audible. Somehow Serrat hears me. As if he hears my mind, and he listens.

Zeek continues shallowly pumping into me. It feels surreal to continue to have someone gushing inside me when Crax and Serrat are ready to kill each other. But everyone stills as they watch Zeek and I undulate leisurely into each of our climaxes.

Finally, Zeek pulls away as his member softens. But he doesn’t roll off of me, like he is trying to prevent Crax from jumping on top of me.

Rok looks between Crax and me and asks, confused, “Gemma, do you want to claim him?”

“Yes.” I stare defiantly at Serrat and Rok. “Will you have a problem with that?”

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