Page 33 of His Human Rebel

My mother pauses to pet the two kittens. “I'm going home now,” she lets us know. “Nobody call me tomorrow because I plan on being in bed for most of the day.”

Then she’s out the front door, starting the car and driving away.

Finally, it's quiet. It's just the two of us.

“I'm hungry,” Stella lets me know.

“I'm hungry too. I waited to eat until you arrived.”

“Are we going to go eat in the dining hall with the ranch hands?”

“Not tonight. I need some quiet.”

“Oh, I'm so happy you said that. I need some quiet too. I’ve been socializing all day. Oh my gosh. Do you mind if I go put some pajamas on and rest?”

“Let's go.”

We both head upstairs, pet the kittens and change into pajamas.

“Do you like this?” Stella spins around and shows off a luxurious and highly erotic, skimpy nightgown. “I picked this one out myself.”

“Yes,” I rasp. “I like it.”

We sit on the bed and eat human food that my female expertly programmed from the food dispenser. Then we sit up on the bed, lounging back against the headboard and turn on the large screen on the wall to watch my favorite flame throwing competition. Stella ends up really liking it too, so we eat and relax. Afterwards we return to get a small dessert and then watch a different show.

Finally, I look over and see she's looking sleepy. Her eyes start to flutter closed, so I pull her into my side.

The cleaning bot comes by and picks up the last of the dishes and tidies up.

Eventually I turn off the screen, bank the fire in the fireplace and fall asleep too with Stella in my arms.

Chapter 12

Stella

One month later…

This pregnancy is making me horny.

Not only do I wake up each morning to throw up—and need a nap each afternoon—but my nipples are very, very sensitive and I feel like I’m on fire, needing an orgasm.

Rake was right, I need relief.

I’ve started masturbating in the cleansing unit every single morning, but that’s not even enough. I’m still left feeling empty, like I needed to be filled up and left with a few scrapes of fang in the process.

My stomach is a bit larger and more firm now and I’ve definitely started to wear pants or dresses that allow room for the thicker belly.

I check the Hyrrokin calendar on my tablet again, noting that I have three more diurnals until I need to return home or stay on Tarvos for good. Rake is being very patient, not acting like this is an emergency. But Erid told me many times if I didn’t walk to the courthouse and make this whole thing legal he would have to do his job and pick me up and take me to the transporter station on the appointed day. And I’m certain Erid will do exactly as he threatens.

It’s just such a big decision. Do I want to live here forever? Of course I love it here now and I’m having a great time playing house with Rake, learning all about his ranch and befriending his friends and family whom I like too, but will I love it here ten years from now? Because if I hate it then, too bad, I’m locked into being here forever.

I’m totally falling in love with Rake Flagstone.

I’m definitely the only woman who has ever been in this house. He really did build it mainly by himself and he’s never had a pleasure mate here. I’m the only one.

I don’t know why, but this is important to me. Yes, I’ve had a few not so serious boyfriends in college and the most recent one-night stand, but I’ve never been with anyone who I wanted to be long-term, let alone marry. I always assumed that when I did make that giant leap and get married someday, that would be the man I was ready to commit to for the rest of my life.

And his mother, Gryce, told me that while it’s true Rake has had many pleasure mates in the past, it’s been a long time since he’s been with anyone. It sounds like there was a past girlfriend who everyone thought might be the one but then they broke up and she took another bound.

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