Page 118 of Rebel Fates

Zeek is on my breast licking and biting at my nipple.

Serrat’s massive hands spread my legs. He braces my thighs open and licks down my center. “Frex. That’s delicious.”

I try to push him off, not because I want him gone, but because it’s all so overwhelming.

Crax captures my wrists and holds them together above my head.

The ground under me reminds me of how primal this act is.

Zeek pushes Serrat out of the way and laves at my center.

I cry out and writhe with pleasure. I need more.

“Please!”

“You are okay?”all four ask in my mind.

Fuck, the care they have for me, even during this moment, it undoes me.

“Yes!” I shout.

“Good,” Serrat says with a deep purr. He lifts me up, flips me and I land on Zeek’s chest, his cock pressing into my low belly.

My normally gentle bull grabs my hips. Serrat positions Zeek’s dick at my pussy, and my bull pierces me with one hard thrust.

“Zeek!” The invasion is startling and exactly what I wanted. He pumps me up and down his shaft.

Serrat comes behind me and lines up at my back hole.

I tense and then tense further when he smacks my ass. His thick thumb and fingers circle around Zeek’s cock where he’s pumping into me and gathers my slick. He then covers his cock in my juices.

“Open,” Crax commands as his hard, thick cock comes into view.

I comply. He fists my wet hair, guiding my mouth onto his dick.

Adding to the frenzy, Rok squeezes my breasts, pinching, tweaking, and pulling my nipples.

Then I feel Serrat pressing his cock into my ass.

I groan at the potent sensation of all of them coming at me all at once.

I squirm to get away. I become frantic. Maybe if I climaxed, I’d have some relief. I could float on a cloud while they enjoyed my body.

Rok strokes my side. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” With his words, I relax and enjoy their frantic pawing at me again.

I am okay.

I am better than okay. I’m safe and loved and cherished. And I’ve finally found a home that actually loves me too—with Leva.

Serrat pumps into me, licking and nipping my shoulder as he does. He murmurs how much he adores me, as he claims me with every stroke.

Zeek grunts as he gets closer to his release. “I love you, my mate.”

I feel his knot swelling at my entrance, pounding against my clit. I shout around Crax’s cock as my orgasm races over my body and fogs my mind.

“That’s it, our love,” Rok encourages.

Zeek comes inside me, painting my inner walls and slips his knot inside me as he does.

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