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  Her full lips part as if hearing my silent plea, and she tells me what I’ve longed to hear.

  “Make love to me.”

  Chapter Six

  Minnie

  I can’t believe that I just blurted that out. I want it more than anything.

  My dreams were real. He’s real, and I want to be connected to him. It’s surreal and I want to grab a hold of him and never let go. I can’t have this fade away like my dreams do. But it wasn't a dream. He’s the boy from when I was little. I want to laugh thinking of him ever being a small boy, because he’s all man now. But even when we were kids he was never little. I don’t know how I didn't see it before now.

  He takes another step towards me. His big hand rises, but pauses before it touches my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Oh god, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. My eyes roam over his hard chest and up to his dark eyes. I reach out and place my palm on the place where his heart is beating. I begin to roam up his chest loving the feel of him on my fingertips. I take a step into him, pressing my body to his. His hand clenches before it comes to my hip and pulls me into a tight hold.

  “Say it again, princess,” he growls at me. My body tingles at his deep voice. The command in it is clear.

  I lick my lips and watch as his hungry eyes take it all in. “I’ve been yours since the moment you took my hand all those years ago. When you told me you’d take me wherever I wanted to go, I became yours.”

  A look passes over his eyes before he’s on me instantly. Lifting me up by my hips, he carries me to the bed and puts me down onto it. I fall back as his big body comes over mine and eclipses everything else. The look in his eyes is fierce. Hungry. Maybe I should be scared, but I’m not. He’s a big man and he’ll be a lot for my little body to handle. More so because I’ve never had a lover before. I’ve heard it can be painful the first time, but no fear lingers inside me.

  Owen is the only thing I’ve ever wanted, and right now I need him.

  Chapter Seven

  Owen

  My heart feels like it might pound out of my chest. I remind myself to be gentle with her, and I keep saying it as raging need builds inside me.

  Reaching down, I stroke her inner thigh where she’s so fucking soft. I move my hand between her legs, and she lets out a sigh that goes straight to my cock. When her creamy legs spread a little more, inviting my touch, I feel like a god.

  I hold back a growl, not wanting to scare her with how rough I am. She’s got miles of silky skin up and down her body and I want to devour every inch.

  She may think she’s ready to take me, but I need to make this as painless as possible for her. Hurting her is the last thing I ever want to do. I want to make her crave me like I crave her and have her begging for more.

  Minnie leans up, removing her top. I’m not surprised when I see she doesn’t have a bra on. I’ve been watching her move about all morning, her perky tits bouncing with every move she makes. My cock hasn’t gone down since the day she stepped foot in this building, but today was a whole new level. It was almost impossible to get anything done when I could see the outline of her hard nipples poking against the material.

  Looking down at her now, I see her pink-tipped breasts are begging for my mouth. I lean in and kiss my way up each mound before I suck one of her hard peaks into my mouth. Her fingers dig into my hair, gripping me hard in her own possessive hold as I taste her sugary nipples.

  When I think about her breasts filled with milk and dripping because of the child I put inside her, my cock starts to leak into my sweatpants.

  I alternate between each of her nipples, sucking one into my mouth as I work the other with my hand. When I decide I’ve given them each attention, I trail my hands down to her waistband, wanting to taste more of her. Minnie feverishly runs her hands all over my body as if she can’t get enough of touching me. It’s making my head spin with need and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’m like a child given a store full of toys. I don’t know where to begin or how to control myself.

  Pulling her yoga shorts from her body, I groan when I see she doesn’t have panties on. Thank fuck I didn’t know that this morning when she was doing her stretches. If I had known there was only a thin layer between me and her pussy, things would have been a hell of a lot different.

  My eyes go straight to her pussy. She has a small patch of short curls there that are damp with her desire. She parts her legs even more for me, letting me see the cherry pink of her pussy. A vibration comes from deep in my chest when I see the evidence of her arousal coating not only her pinkness but her thighs as well. There’s nothing about this woman’s body that I don’t desire. I want to taste and sink into every perfect inch of her.

  Quickly, I strip off my sweatpants. She gazes open-mouthed at my body before pulling me down to her mouth and marking me with a kiss. Her hands stroke my ass, tempting my cock to get closer to her pussy as her tongue teases mine. She spreads her thighs even wider in invitation to take what she’s offering me, to claim her in the most primal way.

  I slide my hand between her thighs and slip through her soaked folds.

  “You are perfection,” I say.

  I want to lick her pussy and taste her first orgasm, but my control is all but gone. It’s going to take everything in me to not rut inside of her like a beast and I know for sure that will happen if I have my face between her thighs for even a second.

  I should offer to go grab a condom. I know there are some in the storage room where I keep supplies for others. I’ve never had a need for them before now. Never had the desire for anyone but her. My focus has always been on finding her, and the Insurgence. When I lost her all those years ago I knew there would never be another woman for me. Even at a young age, it was either find her or make the Regime pay for taking her from me.

  The thought of leaving this bed right now sounds worse than having my skin ripped from me. I could offer to pull out, but I knew once I got inside her there was no going back. I wanted to release inside her, and in my deepest, darkest, most illogical heart, I wanted to make a baby with her. I’m not normally a caveman by any stretch of the imagination, but this woman brings out the animal in me. I want her all to myself and I don’t care about anything else half as much as I care about her.

  I make myself move slowly, even though every instinct is telling me to shove my cock in her and pound, pound, pound. I want to take her virginity and claim it as my own, but I have to go slow.

  Taking a breath, I slip the tip of my cock through her wet lips and clench my jaw to keep from crying out. “Yes,” I hiss as I sink slowly into her.

  Her warm, tight cunt welcomes me inch by inch until I feel the barrier of her innocence stop me. She closes her eyes and wraps her legs around me, tightening them and encouraging me to push deeper. I have to hold my breath as I ease through it, feeling her cherry give way to my strength.

  Her eyes are tight, but just for a moment as I glide through her wetness and her body begins to relax.

  “You took my virginity, too, little sparrow,” I whisper in her ear.

  I want her to know I saved myself for her, too, and that I’ve been hers from the beginning of time. I waited for her, just like she was waiting for me. Even if she didn’t know it at the time.

  Leaning back, I look in her eyes and see her smiling up at me. I place a soft kiss on her lips that turns hungry in a flash, and her hips begin to move under me. She’s demanding more, and I’ll always give her what she wants.

  “You feel amazing inside me, like I was made for you,” she says.

  “Just like I was made for you,” I say as I thrust in deeper.

  I stroke in and out in a steady rhythm and she gasps, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

  “Open your eyes,” I command. “I want to watch everything, and I want you to see what you do to me.

  She opens her eyes and they lock onto mine. “You’re so fucking tight. I want t
o go deeper. Are you ready, little sparrow?”

  She bites her lip and nods.

  Before she can change her mind, I sit back and pull her into my arms. I change positions by lifting her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. My cock sinks even deeper into her tight, wet little cave. I moan as she flexes her pussy around me and she gasps in pleasure.

  I hold back for a moment to watch her. Her slick pink pussy glides up and down my length and I have to steel my jaw to keep from cumming at the sight of it. She’s a goddess on top of me, riding my cock, and even though I couldn’t think about anything else but this for years, having it finally happen doesn’t feel real.

  “Owen,” she gasps as she digs her nails into my shoulder. “I-I think…”

  She stops speaking when I grip her hips and rotate them so her clit is rubbing on my cock with every slide. She cries out and her pussy clenches impossibly tighter as her legs shake.

  Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her neck and feel her body go rigid as she climaxes. Her pussy pulses, and then sweet, sticky heaven covers my cock. I look down to see her leaving a trail of it as I continue to move her up and down on my length.

  Her legs tighten and she tries to fight against the flood of her orgasm as she screams my name over and over. She doesn’t know what’s happening or when it will end, only that she’s not sure she can ride the wave out. But I’ve got her, and I’m not letting her go.

  Her dark eyes claim me and her soft curves arouse every cell in my body. Her sultry voice would drive any sane man mad with desire to possess her, but I’ll never give anyone else the opportunity. Now that I’ve had her, she’s mine. And in this moment she’s tied her fate to me.

  I lay her gently on the bed as another wave of pleasure hits her and I finally allow myself to fall over the edge with her. I cum so hard that I see stars in the corners of my eyes as pounding waves of pleasure beat on my back. There’s not a chance of me pulling out as I spread my seed into her young body. It’s primal and the base of all needs, but for a moment I let the animal in me take over and I rut into her like I’m trying to save our species.

  I growl and grunt, and though I’m rough, her body opens for me and she welcomes my release.

  When I’ve emptied the last drop inside of her, I pull her tightly into my arms and roll us over so that I don’t smother her with the weight of my body. I don’t pull out because I’m not ready to leave her warmth yet. I’ve waited too long to be where I am, and I’m not in a hurry to change it.

  “My little sparrow,” I whisper as I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and place a soft kiss on her forehead.

  I inhale her scent and close my eyes knowing that this moment has changed me, changed the both of us forever.

  I’ve never needed material things the way other men do, and I’ve never craved company before her. Minnie has changed everything. She’s made me want to own her. I want her in my house, in my bed, and around my cock for the rest of my life. She’s my soul mate and I don’t just want her, I need her. She’s vital to my very survival, because I know if I ever lost her again, I wouldn’t live through it.

  Chapter Eight

  Minnie

  I can hardly believe how well we flowed together. It was as if my body was made to be taken by him. It made perfect sense, this coming together. Everything pointed to this man being the other half of my soul. And the reason I’ve never been drawn to another man before. That I dream about him and only him.

  Everything is madness and out of balance in this world. But inside his house, within his protection, it all seems to fall into place. When I’m in his arms, nothing else matters.

  How can I leave here and let them force me to marry someone else? They called it an “arrangement,” but it’s just a pretty word for slavery. They want to force me into a marriage with the sole purpose of producing an army of little Regime loyalists with an acceptable genetic makeup.

  There’s nobody the Regime could pair with me who would make me desire to give birth and raise children. But when Owen asked if he could thrust in deeper, all I could think about was him giving me a baby. Him getting me pregnant with our child. I wanted him to fill me up completely. To leave a part of himself deep inside me.

  It’s dark outside, and I can feel in my bones that it’s late, but every time Owen reaches for me I melt into him. I open my legs along with my heart and he enters both so fully that I can hardly breathe.

  His hold is tight, but his touch is gentle and when I climax, it’s so powerful that it makes me gasp. I’ve lost count of how many he’s given me, and I don’t even want to try now. Instead, I lie there as he gives me pleasure over and over.

  “Little sparrow, I’ve wanted to do this with you since the moment I found you again. I wanted to take you down to the ground and devour every inch of your body.”

  His words send a spike of pleasure through my spine and I wonder how much one woman can take in a night. I clench around him as he thrusts back in and it ignites a fire once again in my core.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asks. “You’re destroying me.” He groans as he says it, pleasure washing over his face.

  I grip him with my thighs, taking him as deep as he can go. His face is hard and looks almost pained. I knew he was holding back and trying to keep his control.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he says.

  The look in his eyes tells me that he’ll pull out if I ask him to, but instead of giving him that answer, I tighten my legs around his waist and hold him tight inside me.

  “Cum inside me,” I whisper, and it’s his undoing.

  Owen growls and I feel the warmth spread once again inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing as he empties his cum into me, and all I can do is beg for more.

  Every part of me calls out for this and now that it’s happening, it feels completely right. This was meant to be. We were meant to be. Even after all this time, we found our way back together. I never stopped wanting him, and he saved himself for me.

  His thrusting slows and his whole body shudders. He sighs and collapses against me before rolling us over so I’m on top of him. I place kisses all over his chest as his arms wrap around me tightly.

  “You belong to me now,” he growls in my ear.

  I want to correct him, to tell him I’ve always belonged to him. But instead I clench my pussy again and show him.

  Tonight is a night for passion, not sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Minnie

  I had no idea how much we were both risking by becoming lovers, but I knew it would be worth it. Even if we could only have a few stolen weeks together, I would soak up as much as I could before I was permanently taken to the other side of the wall.

  “You need to sleep here tonight,” Owen says.

  There’s no room for argument in his tone. I knew he wouldn't want me to leave. He can barely stop touching me for more than a few seconds. I want to stay so badly. I’ve already thrown caution to the wind by letting him cum inside me more times than I can count.

  Some of my co-workers could see me coming from the brewery rather than my normal route from my apartment. It could send up red flags, and I can’t let Owen get into trouble.

  “I can’t, Owen. They’ll see me leaving your place and they’ll know what’s going on. I have to meet certain standards to keep my job on the other side.”

  He smiles, and the small action makes my heart flutter. I don’t think he’s a man who smiles much, so each time I get one my heart melts into a puddle.

  “What are you smiling about?” I lean in and kiss his chest, unable to stop touching him.

  “You’ll just have to leave an hour earlier so they won’t see you.” He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. His hands go to my ass and I wrap my legs around him.

  The thought of going in to work an hour early sounds like a recipe for extreme boredom, but then I’ll get to spend the night in his arms. I’m beginning to warm to the idea.

  “Why wou
ld I do that?” I wiggle against his body, teasing him. We both know I’m playing with fire.

  “Because you have a yoga class to teach before work in the morning.”

  His words shock me. “Shut up. How?” Excitement starts to dance in my stomach.

  Owen explains to me that all week long, he’s been making arrangements. He helped set up a secret yoga class by sending materials and instructions through the tunnels to the other side. Where the tunnel came out on the inside, they have a helper known only as The Librarian. She has plans to every building in the elite district, and she carries out Owen’s instructions without ever getting her hands dirty.

  “Wait a minute. Why would someone on the other side take instructions from you?” I ask, dread building in my stomach.

  He studies my face for a moment, his grip on me becoming tighter, like he thinks I’m going to slip away from him. “Because I’m the leader of the Insurgence.”

  “No, you’re not,” I say, laughing and leaning back in his arms.

  His face doesn’t change and there’s no evidence of a joke pulling at his lips.

  “Come with me,” he says, putting me down and taking my hand.

  I throw on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. I have no idea where he’s taking me, but I want to be dressed in case it’s somewhere cold. Owen, however, just walks around his place totally naked like it’s no big deal.

  With our fingers locked together he leads me to the back of the room, behind the row of the brewery’s mammoth, empty, cone-shaped fermenters. He moves aside a stack of boxes and then pulls back the edge of the rug revealing an old wooden slab on the floor.

  “See that door? It goes down to the old storage room. Open it.” He steps back a little, giving me room.