But now she began to feel differently. It wasn’t just the soft, sexy growl in Rarev’s voice or the way he looked at her either—it was his scent. It was wild and spicy and hot and yet it also spoke to her of home and safety and protection. It was the scent of a male who would kill or die to protect her, and Em’s body responded to it on a primal level she couldn’t deny.
“I…I enjoyed it when you told me to watch,” she admitted in a low voice. “I’ve, er, never done anything quite like that before.”
“I thought not.” Rarev looked at her speculatively. “You were a natural, though. You submitted very easily to me. Would you like to do so again?”
Em nibbled her lower lip.
“What exactly would you have me do?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders.
“Just do as I say. At another time, I might like to tie you down and tease your beautiful body…but you’ve already had a bad experience being restrained today, and I don’t want to bring back unwanted memories.” His eyes flickered to her wrists and Em knew he was thinking of the red, whip-like marks he’d healed for her.
“I can do that,” she said, nodding. “I mean…follow instructions.”
“Can you?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Then open your dress for me, my l’eeja—I want to stroke your nipples.”
“Oh, er…” Em felt her cheeks growing hot with a blush. “I…I don’t know if I—”
“Do it.” The big Monstrum’s voice was a low, authoritative growl she found it impossible to disobey. Biting her lower lip, she opened the translucent wrap dress, baring her breasts for him.
“So beautiful,” Rarev purred. He cupped her breasts in his warm, velvety hands and thumbed the nipples, making Em shiver with need. His silky fur made every touch an erotic tease that made her pussy ache with need.
“Rarev…” she moaned, shifting on his knee. “My L’eej…”
He growled approvingly.
“Love to hear you call me by that name, sweetheart. Mmm, your nipples are getting so tight for me…” He circled her stiff points again with his thumbs, sending sparks of lust down her spine. “Are you getting wet for me, Emilia?” he purred, looking into her eyes as he touched her. “Are you ready for me to take you?”
“I…I don’t know,” Em whispered, shifting on his knee once more. Her whole body felt like it was throbbing now, and all he had done was to look into her eyes as he stroked her nipples. It was the way he was looking at her—talking to her and telling her what he wanted to do to her that was making her lose control, she thought. That and her hormones.
“You’re getting wet,” he pointed out. “Wet and hot—I can feel it, Emilia. And your scent is calling to me.”
Em felt a rush of humiliation mixed with desire—to think that he could tell how hot she was getting was embarrassing and arousing at the same time!
“It’s these damn Menopause hormones,” she protested. “They make me so…so…”
“So ready to be bred?” Rarev growled, raising an eyebrow. “So ready to be fucked?”
“Yes!” Em threw back her head and moaned, feeling the tickle of her long, silver hair against the small of her back as he stroked her naked breasts. “But we can’t do that,” she added, trying to put the brakes on a bit. “Not really—you know we can’t!”
“No, we cannot,” he acknowledged, frowning. “As much as I long to bond you to me, there is my vow to consider.”
“And the Press back home,” Em pointed out. “They’d never let me live it down if I came back home with a Monstrum Kindred as my husband—they’d say I was working for you and not for them.”
“Forget all of that right now,” Rarev told her. “Just because I can’t bond you to me, doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.”
The lust in his voice made Em feel like she was melting from the waist down. Yes—it would have to be fucking, she thought. If they actually made love and let their feelings get involved, she would want more—much more than either of them was prepared to give. But just fucking, she could handle.
“How?” she whispered. “How can you…can you manage that?”
“I’ll explain it, but first I think you ought to see what I’m going to be fucking you with,” Rarev told her. “I think you need to see my shaft, Emilia—it’s not like a human male’s shaft at all.”
“It…it’s not?” She remembered the wild rumors she’d read in the tabloids about how the Monstrum had strange shafts with ridges and bumps and knots and all kinds of other things.
“Touch me,” Rarev told her. He spread his thighs, giving her access. “If you stroke me, my shaft will unsheathe and you can see what I mean.”
Hesitantly, Em reached between his thighs. She had touched him here once before and felt only fur and it was true that the short, dense, velvety fur that covered his body was thicker and denser here. But this time she felt a long, hard ridge just where the fur was thickest.