Page 93 of Rebel Fates

She caresses my ears, which retained some of their pointiness. And I buck harder. She now knows it’s an erogenous zone for me, even in this form.

“Come,puppy.” She smiles. But she isn’t mocking, she isplayingwith me. How could I have been such a frexing ass to her?

“You come to me first,” I purr.

Gemma shakes at my sound. Omegas are wonderful for that. Reacting to an alpha’s purr and growl. I will have so much fun playing with her in the future. Making her squirm with desire. And then satisfying her over and over. With and without the other two.

She rocks into my hips and shudders. With her orgasm, her head whips forward and latches onto my neck, breaking the skin.

I cry out in ecstasy and then finally plunge my canines into her delicate neck. My knot pushes past her entrance and locks into place, marking her insides with my cum.

After I have wrung multiple orgasms from both of us, and my knot begins to deflate, I realize she has collapsed into my arms. When I pull her body back, her head lolls to the side and she’s unconscious.

Frex, is she okay?

I feel for her neck.

There’s a pulse.

And two beautiful marks on her—Serrat’s and now mine.

Zeek still has to add his. If she can handle another mating.

Resting Gemma on her back, I have to wait to let her go until my cock settles enough.

Zeek nudges her neck with his nose. But she is yet to regain consciousness.

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NOT ENOUGH

ZEEK

Ikeep reminding myself to be careful with our fragile mate. I nuzzle Gemma to help rouse her with my scent so that I can claim her.

Finally, Rok pulls out, and he gently positions her to lie on the bed. “She might need a moment,” he says with worry in his voice.

I can tell Serrat’s and Rok’s mating haze is ebbing for now. But mine is only growing more intense as I smell their releases, and I have watched my beautiful mate enjoy them and impatiently wait for my turn.

The way she responds to us is mesmerizing. I’ve almost exploded just from watching her pleasure.

“This is a lot. Maybe harder for someone who is changing into something new,” Serrat says. “She just needs a moment.” He’s using his calming alpha tone to convince me everything will be okay.

It helps, but it’s not enough.

I need her. I’ve needed her since the second I scented her. The moment I saw her luscious ass. And especially when I first looked into her sparkling blue eyes. I never wavered in my desire for her. Now, I worry she might not survive to feel my love and understand the affection I hold for her through a bond. What if she never wakes and never feels a connection?

Panic hits me.

I will never know my mate.

“Gemma?” I call gently.

I snuggle up next to her, stroking her skin and purring into her ear.

But I can let her rest, if that’s all she needs.

Serrat asks Rok, “Do you sense her mind?”

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