Page 140 of A Soul to Guide

A good orgasm should calm him right down... hopefully.

Taking the biggest, deepest calming breath she could, she swaggered forward. Brushing her hand over the corner of the stone bench helped to orient her, and she made a slow beeline for him.

Merikh backed up when she got too close, until he had nowhere else to go but up against the wall parallel to the bed.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No, I haven’t,” heblatantlylied.

Raewyntskedand reached up to fiddle with the button seam of his shirt. “You haven’t even let me thank you for taking care of me when I was sick.”

“You shouldn’t thank me,” he bit. “I happened to make things worse for you.”

Her brows twitched, unsure of what he was talking about. Regardless, it was pointless. She could ask her questions later, of which she had many. Like why his mother was here, and everything they’d spoken about.

“Can you step aside so I can pass?” he asked, gently pushing her shoulder sideways.

Raewyn held strong. Instead, she pushed her arms up so her forearms were resting on his shoulders and slid her chest against his.

“So, you like me, do you?”

Raewyn had prepared herself for the answering snarl and red sparks she received. He even leaned forward, as though he wanted to be taller, more dominating.

“What you heard the other day, forget it.”

She pouted her lips into a sultry smile, and even brushed her fingertips into the fur just above his collar. “Would it help if I told you I like you too?”

She didn’t like that she could feel his fur raising beneath her fingers, or the fact she could hear clothing tear like his quills were rising. He was growing very agitated, and she was a lot more wary about his exterior after being hurt by it.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Okay, so playing subtle definitely wasn’t working.

“I’m trying to seduce you.” She laughed, hoping to hide her uncertainty, her awkwardness, and to defuse the situation. “I thought that would be obvious.”

It probably wasn’t with how terrible the lead up to this was.

Raewyn choked out a gasp when his hand wrapped around her throat, and he practically lifted her to her toes. It wasn’t painful at all, but it was a show of dominance. His growl was menacing, and he was so close to her face that one of his front fangs brushed the tip of her nose.

“I’m not interested in what the humans call a ‘pity fuck,’ Raewyn. I don’t need or want your sympathy.”

Her ears flattened as her brows furrowed. “That’s not why I want to be intimate with you,” she whispered, hoping to hide the hurt in her voice by speaking softly.

Did he really think she would open her legs just to make someone else feel better about themselves? Raewyn had never been that kind of person.

She wasn’t so shallow.

“Then what else would it be?” he growled. “Because you currently don’t smell like a female who is aroused, begging for a cock.”

He brought his face closer and drew the end of his snout over her cheek, just in front of her ear, and then down her neck. He sniffed her, and his warm breath over the sensitive places such as her ear and neck had goosebumps tickling down her back.

He also squeezed her neck a little tighter, and just him doing so had her panting. She wanted him to squeeze a little harder.

Her nervousness had been too strong before, but funnily enough, his warm hand and breaths were helping. Especially since his scent was right on the tip of her nose, so close that she wanted to lean forward and taste it.

What would he do if I just... licked him right now?

“I’m not doing this because I pity you, Merikh,” she whispered, her voice finally becoming raspy like she wanted. “I’m doing this because I want you.”

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