Page 98 of Rebel Fates

Then my mind completely fogs with desire. I wiggle my hips, trying to suppress the need that’s expanding out for all the males in the room.

His large tongue laves at my breasts, and he bites my nipples. I gasp, but love the feel of his attention.

Nibbling my throat, Crax takes his time, lining himself up with my center. Finally, he kisses me with his luscious lips. I groan as he licks along the seam of my mouth and then slides inside me as I open to his girth. His tongue plays with my new and improved canines. The sensation is impossibly erotic.

I groan and arch my breasts into his chest. The friction makes both of us hum with appreciation.

His hand grazes and then plucks my nipple.

I cry out and buck my hips to meet his cock, trying to drive inside.

He relents and presses into me, slowly.

Taking his time, I float in bliss, wondering if I will ever touch down again.

When he finally fills me to the hilt, I growl, “Yes!”

“I’m yours,” Crax says.

My eyes open to see his hooded lids over his bedroom eyes. I rock into his hips, urging him faster.

But this male tortures me with his slow strokes of pleasure.

My body rebels but also responds. I feel an orgasm blooming deep within me. I lunge for his throat and target the place where his neck meets his shoulder. I sink my teeth into him.

He comes undone, all sense of control and command of his thrusts forgotten.

His wildness throws me over the edge. My channel clenches around his girth. I make noises I’ve never heard before.

I feel him expand his knot inside me and fruitlessly, he still tries to thrust harder.

But he’s locked in.

As he bites down on my exposed neck, I feel him release inside my pussy and claim my insides.

My body responds to his prolonged orgasmic state, clenching and milking his cock until his knot finally loosens. Everything goes numb. My arms. My mind. Blissed out and numb.

Still secured deep inside me, Crax tries not to collapse and crush me. Instead, he uses his elbows to prop himself up and gazes at me like I was pure magic. It feels powerful and overwhelming to have someone look at me like that. And then I glance up to see the others staring at me as if I just turned into a unicorn.

“Thank you,” Crax says in my thoughts and kisses the bite where he claimed me.

“For what?” I say aloud, still floating above my body.

“You’ve healed my wounded heart.”

I cannot say anything in response.

I wasn’t trying to do anything but run away from my own broken heart when I began this adventure. I was only trying to escape my past, my pain. To survive. And now, I am bonded to four aliens.Shape-shiftingaliens.

And technically, I’m an alien too now.

“Only your genetic code is,”Rok says through our new mental bond, overhearing my thoughts.

I chuckle.“Well, I’m an alien to you.”

Crax, hearing the exchange, adds, “Well, actually, all humans have some ‘alien’ genetics.”

“Oh. I guess I’m not that special after all.”

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