Page 36 of His Human Rebel

“Including your brothers and your mother?”

Rake stands, and rolls back his muscular shoulders, looking ready for work. “Maybe with my brothers I felt comfortable, especially if I've had some fire ale and it's late at night, but I can talk to you like that at any time and it's because you're my bound. I trust you. You’re not just a pleasure mate. You are indeed my bound.”

Somehow, he looks sexier than ever before. I’ve been gazing every single day and night at his silver belt buckle. His dark brown work pants are clean, but I know they will soon be dirty. I love watching him leap up onto his favorite riding beast. He sits a saddle better than any of the others and his barbed tail wraps down his thigh.

It’s been difficult, living and sleeping beside this sexy beast, who gets sexier with each passing day. He walks into a room and I get that swooping feeling in my belly. And I lie next to him at night, in his massive arms, with his thick erection prodding me in the stomach. But he won’t touch me unless I specifically request and…I want him, but I also want my freedom. Maybe all these years the reason why I only had one-night stands, make out sessions and no real boyfriends was because of my wild nature that doesn’t want to have anyone tell me what to do? Touch me for a bit and a fun night and maybe a few dates and then…bye-bye.

But with Rake Flagstone it’s different. I like spending all my free time with him in this house. I want to talk with him and do nice things for him.

Rake is a partner, not a boss.

And now that I realize he’s a true friend, I want him even more than ever before and I’ve been wanting him bad. I put down my coffee cup and take a step closer. I’ve been wearing loose sundresses lately and maybe this isn’t just because I needed more room for a thickening belly, but also because I require easy access. “I want you to know that every day, this whole last month my need for release has been getting worse and worse and worse because I'm four months pregnant now.”

His voice deepens. “I know, I can scent your constant arousal.”

I bite my lip. “Do you think that you could help me with that?”

He leans forward and inhales my scent which causes his tail to flick in the air again. “Right here? Or do you want to go upstairs?”

I look around. It's early in the morning and I glance out the big, sunlit windows. It doesn't look like there's anyone out there and we're so far away. No one can see inside.

Rake turns so that his back is to the windows, and from the angle that he's standing, his giant body blocks anyone's view. He leans close. “If any Hyrrokin were outside, they can't see you. This would only be for me. Tell me again,” he says. “What do you want?”

I blow out a breath. “I am having…I need you to touch me down there and bring me relief. I need you to make me come.”

“You need an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“If I put my hands down your pants and into your panties and touch you in your wet heat between your legs, I can find your pleasure spot.”

“Please,” I say, with a pleading tremble in my voice. “Please do all of that.”

“Tell me again exactly what you want me to do. And I'll do it directly.”

I point. “Put your hands right there. Put your hand there.”

His hand is on my swollen stomach, but over the fabric of my dress. I love this. Now I’ll want him touching my belly more often.

He buries his nose in my hair. “Do you want me to tell you what to do too?”

“Yes, please.”

“Open your legs slightly.”

I do what he asks.

And his other hand slides down my hip and he pulls up my skirt and puts his hands in my stretchy panties. Down there. He finds my clit and gives it a brush and I sigh.

“I'm going to lift you and place you on the counter. Is that all right? Because then I can have easier access and you don't have to worry about standing and I will still block you so that no one can see.”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

He removes his hands from under my clothes and lifts me up and places me on the counter. I splay my legs wide.

“Can I pull down the top of your dress and see your breasts and touch them too? Your nipples look hard. I can see them through your clothing.”

“Yes. I touch myself there when I'm in the cleansing unit.”

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