Page 44 of Rebel Fates

“You really don’t think I can handle what’s going to happen?” I ask.

“You might be able to.” Serrat leans forward and bumps his nose to mine. “Do you have someone waiting for you back on earth?”

“I have no one.”

His eyes turn sad, but then he grips my jaw, forcing me to pay attention to him. “You now have us, for as long as you want us. You are not alone in this universe.”

“You can’t mean that,” I say.

“I can.”

His hands slide around my waist to capture me or maybe to reassure me. I can’t say which. My hands land on his obscenely muscular biceps to stabilize myself. His soft fur tickles under my palms.

I’m sure he would win some kind of body-building contest on Earth. I’ve never been much into the washboard abs and ripped bodies, but these guys are quickly changing my perspective. My mind reels when I can’t even wrap my hand around a third of his arm’s circumference.

“Truly? Someone as appealing as you isn’t mated?” he asks and nuzzles into my neck again.

“What? Mated?”Uh, oh.“I… uh, no.”

His soft, tufted tail tickles up the back of my thighs, and my knees almost buckle from the sensation.

“Promised yourself to anyone?” His words are just barely more than a growly purr.

I shake my head, not trusting my voice anymore.

He whispers, “I’d claim you as mine now, but…”

“What are you afraid might happen to me?” I ask, unsure if I want to hear the answer.

My palms skim over his muscular abs. The soft fur feels like heaven.

His hands grasp my wrists. At first, I’m not sure if it’s to remove my touch or move my hands over his body where he wants them. He walks me backward until my back presses against the wall.

Smiling that I’ve gone willingly, he then guides my hands over his stomach to his kilt-like skirt. He positions my hand over his bulge. “I’m afraid your tiny body couldn’t handle all of us. Not the way we’d need to take you. But… maybe you can.”

“Sexually?” I gulp. “All three of you?”

“Yes.” He bucks into my hand and drops his own to the hem of my shirt-dress. His clawed fingers scrape along my thigh up to my mound. The pads of his fingers brush over my outer pussy lips.

Without even realizing I am doing it, I widen my stance so he can delve further.

“Good kitten,” he purrs. “Let’s find out how much you can take.”

“Your claws,” I whimper, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing his gentle explorations.

I feel the sharp tips disappear.

“Did you retract them?” I ask.

Serrat doesn’t answer. Instead, he sinks one, then two thick fingers into my wet pussy, slowly pumping deeper and deeper. All the while, his predatory green eyes keep me frozen against the wall.

The pad of his thumb brushes over my clit, and I moan.

“Would you like to come on my hand, sweet human?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

His tongue licks lightly over my neck and then, with his free hand, he rips my shirt to shreds and exposes my breasts.

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