A ship appears in the distance, right behind the Tirbs. For a moment, I’m about to lose my mind with worry—mostly for Gemma. If we are all taken, she will suffer the most.
A blinding flash of light fills our view, and quickly I realize it’s from the Tirbs’ ship exploding. The force of the explosion knocks us backwards.
Then I worry the new ship knows about our precious cargo. But when it moves closer, I see who it is. And I’m certain that they know how precious our cargo ship is.
Crax’s voice comes through. “I couldn’t stand being away. Apparently, that’s a good thing, too.”
“Crax!” Gemma calls. “I missed you.” She blushes and looks at all of us, looking worried that she’s upset us. “I don’t mean that you aren’t enough.”
Zeek pulls her to his huge chest. “We know, our treasure. The bond will hurt when your mate isn’t nearby.”
She sighs and melts into him. “Oh, good. I thought I was just being dramatic.”
“Let’s get out of here and to our destination. I’m eager to see my mate again,” Crax says in a desperate tone.
I release another bomb to destroy most of the evidence left behind from the Trib’s decimated ship. Then I plot a course that isn’t directly to our destination, but that is well traveled to cover our trails. Just in case a Syndicate ship comes across the battlefield and figures out what happened.
I hate taking the extra time, but I will do whatever it takes to keep my pack and our mate safe.
50
PRIMAL NEEDS
GEMMA
Each one of my mates, except for Crax since he’s on his ship, has been working me up on our ride to ourhoneymoon. I pressed them about what we were doing, and they just hinted it was a celebration and mating ritual, so that’s what I took to calling it—our honeymoon—since they won’t give me details.
They’ve been using their tongues and tails and hands on me to the point that I’m ready to burst. But in the last few days, they have yet to give me the relief I crave. They say this is part of the process. I can only imagine that my body will literally detonate when I finally am allowed to come.
Zeek is buried between my legs, rutting slowly into me, and Rok is feeding me his cock.
“Please,” I whine around Rok’s girth, trying desperately to reach my peak.
“It’s killing us too,” Zeek grunts out as he licks Rok’s balls. He slides his tongue alongside Rok’s shaft and probes my mouth too.
“Be a good omega, and you’ll be rewarded,” Rok says in his best dom voice.
These guys will be the death of me. I’m sure of it now.
Death by edging.
My skin is getting hotter and hotter by the hour, and I feel as if I’m entering another heat. Maybe that’s what they are doing… sending me into the mating frenzy again.
I’m excited but also nervous about going back into that frantic state.
All I could think about was fucking them. I was out of control.
I don’t like to be out of control.
But oddly, with them, I feel safe enough to do that.
I don’t know how in such a short time that I feel so sure of them. I’ve never felt more loved and cherished in my life. Not even my family or friends cared for me like this.
I can’t imagine they would intentionally hurt me. I know they would die for me.
I would do the same for them if it came to it. Although, I don’t want to think what my death might do to the surviving members of my pack.
Mypack.