Free Woodsman Werebear by T. S. Joyce Page A

long without milking. “That’s not supposed to happen until I deliver. Right?”
    Drew gazed up at her, looking completely baffled. “I don’t know. Maybe stimulation brings your milk sooner.”
    “Ugh, don’t say that.”
    He cocked his head and grinned. “Milk. Milk, milk, milk, fucking awesome milk. Here let me do it to the other one.”
    “No! This is embarrassing enough.”
    “What? Why are you embarrassed? I’m not. Stop, Riley.” He stilled her hand from pulling the comforter over her body. Resting his hand over her belly, he scooted closer beside her and tucked his arm under her head. Leveling her with the softest gaze, he said, “My dick is harder than it’s ever been, and sharing that moment with you only made me want you more. I don’t care what preconceptions you have about what’s normal or not normal. Sex is natural. And sex during pregnancy has been going on for eons. I’m not the first man to draw a woman’s milk from her.”
    “Swear it’s not weird and you aren’t going to go back to all your werebear friends and make fun of me tomorrow.”
    Drew snorted and leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “That’s not me, and even if you decided to tell everyone, I can guaran-damn-tee you what would happen. Brooke would tell you she and Tagan went through the same thing and that it’s normal. Denison would make some crude joke and everyone would laugh with you, not at you, but then later he would ask me what sex with you being pregnant was like and want all the details. He and his mate, Danielle, are trying to get pregnant right now. And he has no filter.”
    With every word, Riley had relaxed. It might have been from his hand rubbing absently over the swell of her belly, but it was more likely from the fact that Drew was slowly making her realize this was okay. Body shaming herself wasn’t going to do either one of them any good, and if the hard roll of Drew’s dick against her leg was anything to go by, Drew really wasn’t turned off by any of this. “You want to play with the other one?”
    “Really?” Drew looked like a kid in a candy store.
    “Yeah, really. It’s probably sexier if I own it, right?”
    “Well, I only get to play with you like this for a couple more weeks, so yeah, Riley. Own that shit and let me get off on it.”
    She grinned mischievously. “Milk me.”
    Drew snickered and shook his head. “Eat me, Drew. Milk me, Drew,” he said in soft, high-pitched notes before his voice deepened to his own again. “Demanding woman.”
    She shook her damp hair and stretched out languidly across the bed, comforter forgotten.
    Drew rolled upward, then hovered over her, knees on either side of her hips and giant dick proudly on display. Oh, she liked this view.
    His six pack abs flexed with every breath, and his eyes danced as he watched her. And that smile—the sexy, crooked smile that made the bottom drop out of her stomach—was back on his face. Flaxen tresses of his damp hair hung forward in front of his face as he settled his palms on the pillow on either side of her neck. Lowering slowly, he kissed her, plucking at her lips and teasing with his tongue. Then he moved his affection down her jaw to the base of her throat, and then in a trail between her full breasts. When he finally clamped his mouth over the nipple he hadn’t played with yet, she reached forward and took a long stroke of his dick with her hand. Hot damn he was big, and swollen, and hard as a stone in her grip. And at the very tip was a drop of moisture that brought a delicious tremble up her spine. She wanted to taste it.
    Drew rolled his hips, showing her the pace he liked. The tingling ache increased in her breast, and she bowed against him. His tongue lapped at her, drawing pleasure where there should’ve been discomfort. He smiled against her skin as the ache decreased and warmth streamed out of her. Easing back, he massaged her with his hand, pulling even more milk from her breast. He