Page 142 of A Soul to Guide

Most of the dresses he’d selected were red, because he wanted to see her in his favourite colour, the colour of his orbs. Even unaltered, since the first night she’d worn it, he’d realised his mistake.

This was the first time in years he’d been truly stumped in a situation. He barely believed Raewyn was not only standing before him in this skimpy outfit but was pressing her chest to his in the hopes of enticing him.

She didn’t need to eventry. Half the time, looking at her face had his blood pumping and his shaft twitching – which is why he tried to avoid her as much as possible.

Her beauty made him uncomfortable.

This whole situation made him uncomfortable.

Yes, he could scent she’d grown aroused. However, right now, that meant very little to him.

She likes me? What is that supposed to mean?His face, his body, his personality – none of these were ‘likeable’ qualities. Hell, if he met himself, he knew he’d try to kill him.

How was he supposed to believe this prettyfairyfrom some magical world wanted him?

He was standing here, hoping shewould convince him.

Because, even if his words or actions said the opposite, he wanted her touch more than he wanted his next breath. He wanted to have her hands upon him, her sweet and unfamiliar kisses, her warmth, her taste. He craved her pussy wrapping around his cock so he could finally give in and rut her like he’d wanted to from the very first moment he’d looked upon her face.

But he wouldn’t give into a female who didn’t truly want him. She’d rejected his cock once, so if she truly wanted it now, she could take it from him.

He’d been purposefully holding his breath to save himself from her scent, and he gently let it out when she ran her hands up his torso.

She’s not pulling away?Deep down inside, he’d been expecting her to.

She grabbed the underside of his chin and pulled his snout down. “Come here then,” she said, before she brushed her soft lips against his fangs.

He stifled the shudder that wracked him. No one had everkissedhis skull before, and he was tempted to part his fangs and lick her in return. He didn’t, only because his control on his need was thin, wet paper thin, moments from disintegrating.

When she dragged her hands back down, they followed the button seam of his shirt, and he worried his frantically beating heart would give away his excitement. She had to be able to hear it with how close she was, especially when she began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

His head turned and tilted so he could watch her undo each one, and she continued to press her lips against any part of his skull she could reach: the side of a longer fang, his jaw, his cheek bone. Even though his short fur made it harder to feel it, he still reacted fiercely when she kissed at his neck.

Then she skated her palms up and began pushing his shirt off his body. With his hands curled into fists at his sides, he watched her flinch at the tearing of his clothing.

“Stop,” he quietly rasped, reaching up to halt her hands.

Before she could say anything, Merikh tore his shirt from his body. His quills helped to ensure he ripped it to shreds. They’d raised before in his irritation and had gotten caught within the fibres of his clothing.

Understanding why he’d take over this part, she gave him a small, somewhat broken smile. Then she placed her hands on his uncovered chest, and his muscles leapt to her touch, his bull tail curling to one side.

She slid them higher and higher, before enveloping them over his skull. She touched his snout, going up to stroke his horns, the back of his skull, before sliding over his shoulders.

He didn’t understand this exploration.

Shouldn’t she be trying to get to his cock? Although her hands were wonderful, soft and soothing, she was highlighting everything different about him. It heated him as much as it left him cold.

Then, she tried to go down his arms, and he had to halt her again.

“My quills face up my arms. Don’t go in their opposite direction.”

He didn’t like that he had to warn her of something when she was in the middle of touching him. It ruined it. How many more times would he have to tell her to stop, or watch out, before she gave up trying?

She just nodded and then moved her hands to his sides. Just when he thought she was about to put her arms around him, and he would have to stop her once again, she ran them downwards.

Merikh jumped in her arms, his sight flashing a reddish pink.

“Did you just grab my arse?”

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