Page 26 of Rebel Fates

“No.”

Rok looks at Zeek. “You touched her, too. Where?”

“Yeah, first on the ass, and then when I carried her to the med bay.”

“Roll over,” Rok orders me.

“I’m not a dog!” I snap. Oh, but I suppose he is. I’m sure he’ll be more pissed at me now.

“I need to check you for damage!” Rok barks back.

“Do it,” Serrat orders, and I know he’ll force me if I don’t comply.

I’ve never been into the dominance-submissive gig before, but I feel a heat growing between my legs. I roll over to show them all my back side.

“Not as defined, but there under her legs and her upper torso.” Rok notes, “And a handprint on her… hip.”

“You aremarkingme?”

Rok moves away, and I hear the words he mumbles, “Maybe truer than she knows.”

I glare at him. “What do you mean?”

Serrat ignores my question. “How are you feeling?”

I take inventory of my bodily functions. “Better. But I’m very thirsty. More so now.”

Zeek runs out of the room and comes back with a cup of water.

After I drink a few sips, Serrat asks, “Good?”

I eyeball him. “Proper food,for a human, at some point would be nice.”

Rok snarks, “She thinks this is some hospitality ship?”

“Quiet,” Serrat says calmly and with a more serious tone.

Zeek announces, “I was researching what constitutes as human food or a reference to their nutritional needs before I heard your skirmish. IsupposeI should hurry to finish that task if she’s willing to stuff anything that looks good into her mouth.”

I blush when he looks at me with a raised brow. I know what he is really suggesting.

“Enough.” Serrat nudges Zeek out the door. Apparently, he understood the innuendo too. “Find out what she can eat.”

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SERRAT

Now that Zeek has planted the image of stuffing things into Gemma’s mouth, it’s all I can think about. I’m too close to the shift. I need to get some control over myself.

I turn to Rok, “Is she clear to leave the med bay?”

“I should check on her later, but I believe so.”

“You need to return to your room,” I say to her with authority.

She doesn’t budge, but sits there, sulking.

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