Page 26 of His Human Rebel

First, I open the cage and pet the baby kitties, then I let them out to sniff and explore the room, the closet and bathroom.

I happily return to the bed with my huge, bare-chested Hyrrokin, resuming the same position as before, with his arms around me. Not even the kittens making cute sounds can distract me. It’s still early, the sun barely rising. I’ll feed them in a bit. Right now I’ve got to concentrate on the guy who is making my body hot and bothered.

I move my position so that our faces are more aligned.

I reach up a hand. “Can I…?”

“Yes.”

I cup his jaw, which is so very masculine. I stare at his lips. They are lush and black, with sharp white teeth and a hint of forked tongue. He smells so good, like sunshine, soil and leather. It also makes me feel good, knowing that he finds me attractive too. Last night I changed into my skimpiest pajamas, a little worried that I was exposing too much wiggly thighs and thick waist. But his molten gaze tagged me from head to toe. He’s been staring at my ass and my boobs and he’s still half hard under his pajama shorts.

I love it.

“Despite the fact that a few minutes ago I was barfing in the toilet, I feel fine now. My stomach is settled and my mouth tastes good. It’s always like this, I throw up once, maybe twice in the morning and then weirdly just move on with life as if it didn’t happen.”

“I will take you to the med lab today so we can start your care plan.”

“Thank you for how kindly you have treated me since the moment you saw me on that platform.”

He meets my gaze. “You are my bound.”

I give him a watery smile and my hands move to rest on his chest. “I’ve never had a real boyfriend, so getting close to a man in this way is new to me. I’ve only ever lived with my mother and a few roommates in college. And all I’ve ever experienced with a man was the occasional makeout session at a party, or what happened recently, a one-night stand after picking up someone at a bar. A fun night to scratch an itch, but nothing serious. And that itch was never fully scratched.”

Rake grins. “I will scratch that itch fully and with complete satisfaction.”

He cracks me up with his bold pronouncements.

His skin is so warm and lush. It looks hard but so soft to the touch. His legs and thighs are magnificent, as if he were an athlete. His feet are huge and rough, with silver-tipped toenails, but they look good on him, matching his massive body.

“Is it okay if I kiss you and place both my hands on other parts of your chest?”

“You may touch me any way you want.”

My hands continue to roam over all that red muscle and soft skin. I had my hands on him last night, while he was carrying me and when he placed me on his lap at the firepit. And of course I slept with him in this bed, but I made sure to keep my hands to myself as much as possible.

I touch his black nipples and he groans with desire. Hmmm, good to know he likes that.

I lean forward and place my lips against his. I gently kiss my large, satanic-looking Hyrrokin. Despite the forked tongue and the sharp fangs, it’s not that dissimilar to kissing a human male. But the main difference is that he tastes amazing. At first, it’s simply a light kiss, almost a peck. Then I go back for more, kissing him again and slipping an arm around his neck so I can move closer.

I have a feeling he’s holding back, letting me explore.

I’m realizing I forgot to tell him that he could kiss me back and touch me too.

A faint buzzing sound breaks into my consciousness.

Rake breaks off the kiss, which is heartbreaking. “Oh hells.” He reaches back toward the nightstand and grabs a glass screen that’s flashing a red light. He gazes at the message on the screen and a lets out a deep rumble in his chest. A puff of grey smoke escapes his nostrils. “My family is arriving soon.”

I blink with surprise. “Your family? Your brothers? This early?”

He sits up and taps a message in reply on the screen. “Yes, all of my family is arriving to visit.”

“Because of me?”

“They want to meet you. I did not tell them that you’d arrived and they did not know that I’d purchased a mail-order bride. They must’ve been told by Maytina, who is in charge of the transporter station. Or it could be Lorn. Secrets aren’t kept very well in this community. The word is out and now all my family spoke to each other last night and they are descending upon us this morning. They said we are having breakfast together.”

I sit up and twirl a strand of hair that’s fallen out of my tie. “But there isn’t any furniture downstairs. Where is everybody going to sit and eat? Can the food dispenser make that much food for everyone?”

“I reminded them of this problem and they didn’t seem concerned. They said they will bring everything.”

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