Page 97 of Rebel Fates

Serrat tightens his grip on Crax, and I think he might rip off Crax’s head. Instead, he asks the new male, “Do you intend to steal her away from us?”

Crax wheezes out and tugs at Serrat’s arm, trying to breathe and speak. Serrat loosens his hold and Crax says, “No. Never. I will do what I can to work with you. I would leave, if you all insist, no matter how much it will cause me pain. But I promise never to harm any of you.”

The answer seems to satisfy Serrat, and he lets go of Crax’s neck.

Rok makes the conclusion of the conversation he wasn’t privy to, and asks me, “You are already connected to his genetic code?”

“By accident!” Crax calls out before they can attack him again. “I thought I was careful, but she was so sensitive after leaving you, she picked up my scent and code from this ship.”

Serrat shoves Crax away from him and toward me. “Do what youmust.”

I glare at Serrat. “Just likeyoudid?”

“I…,” he hesitates, knowing his anger is misguided. “Yes. I suppose none of us meant for this to happen… like this.”

“But you are mine,”I say. But I realize I only said it in my head, but the words were communicated directly into his mind.

Serrat smiles. And then nods.“Yes. I am yours, completely and happily.”

“What do you need from us?”Rok asks through this new mind-speak.

Zeek adds,“Whatever you want, whoever you need, we will support you.”

My heart expands with their acceptance. I’ve never had that before—acceptance or support. And I’ve found it through these aliens.

“You. I need all of you. And I need him,”I say to all three.

They feel my gratitude for allowing me to claim Crax against their trepidation.

“You are our goddess,”Serrat says.

Rok adds,“You are a gift, and we will follow you to the ends of the universe, wherever you lead us.”

Tears burst from my eyes. And the three Hathorans scoop me up to hold me. I cannot sense where they end and I begin. We are just a pile of hearts and limbs tangled together.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Crax glancing around, aware but not looped into our private telepathic confessions and pledges. I pull back from my mates, my pack, and study Crax.

My three mates draw away to allow us space.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him.

Crax purrs, removing his cloaking suit to reveal his insanely sexy body. He is just as spectacular as the other three. My breath catches when his cock springs free of his pants.

He warily watches the others. Then, when he isn’t stopped from approaching me or attacked, he focuses only on me.

His body is all muscle and sinew. He’s potent masculinity. His frame is even larger than Serrat’s, slightly sleeker, but no less powerful.

I would normally be nervous around such strong, large males, but I don’t think any of them will hurt me. At least, not on purpose.

However, the sheer power in their pinkies could shred me. Or maybe the old me… I sense my strength has grown. I don’t think I would win in a full-on fight, but I have an urge to wrestle them under me and pin them down with my thighs and make them surrender to me.

But I’m the one who surrenders to Crax at the moment. I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the building pressure, and they drop open to invite him forward, almost as if they had a mind of their own. I think they do. My sex wets with his throaty purr.

He crawls toward me like a giant leopard hunting its prey.

I whimper not from fear, but in a need to be caught.

Crax trails light kisses up my legs and over my hips. He pauses at my apex and inhales deeply. Smiling wickedly, he licks my slit and hums. I jerk with the pleasure and surprise that he would want to taste the others on me.

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