Page 98 of A Soul to Guide

Merikh let out a roar not far behind her, and her pussy clenched so hard, she stumbled. Her gasp was so sharp that she almost missed what she thought might have been a groan come from him.

Can he smell that I’m getting turned on?Because Gilded Maiden help her, it was leaking from her, coating her inner thighs. It somehow made running faster, now that her thighs were lubricated.

Something is wrong with me.How could she go from running away so she could steal his sight, to wanting him to catch her?How can I want him after finding out what he looks like?

She’d had an inkling from what she’d detected on the rare occasion by touching or bumping into him, but it couldn’t compare to the otherworldly oddity of what was actuallythere.

Why did her breasts have to suddenly ache and feel heavy because ofhim?Why did her stomach clench, causing her core to spasm, because of Merikh in beast mode?

Anysaneperson would be freaking out right now, and she was having the opposite reaction.

It all came back to that night in the cave. Whether she wanted to be or not, she was attracted to Merikh’s brutish personality and hard body. She wouldn’t have ground against his hand while sleeping in his embrace if she wasn’t.

“Stop,”he demanded, but it was shaky, like he’d said it with a deep shudder wracking his entire body. Even his huffs were louder and breathier than before.

Okay, he could definitely smell how turned on she was.

Does that mean I can stop without being mauled to death?

No matter how much she ran, she wasn’t going to get away. He was surprisingly agile, even without his sight, and he was obviously used to running through a forest. Even if he bumped into something, he just charged on. He was a rolling boulder, annihilating everything in its path.

Even though the idea of being grabbed by the ankle nearly had her biting her lip, she didn’t want him to accidentally hurt her. He’d already told her the scent of blood might make him go crazy.

If he grabbed her or even tackled her, she could accidentally be cut.

So, Raewyn did the safest thing she could think of.

After running for a little longer, right when he was only a few dozen feet behind her, she picked a thick trunk. Raewyn turned, slammed her back against it, and waited for him.

“Merikh,” she called, huffing wildly. “I stopped running.”

She clenched her thighs at the image of him running on all fours in her very direction. He was almost a black blur with a floating white skull. Withinseconds,he was directly in front of her, his claws stabbing into the tree, causing bark to flake off underneath the points of them.

The heat radiating off him was intense, waving across her body every time his chest expanded and decompressed. It was even hotter coming from his parted fangs, and the sweetness of the scent in his breaths brushed over her.

The end of his bony snout was inches from her nose as she looked up at him. He was visibly quaking. In rage, or perhaps his desire, she couldn’t tell. She did duck her eyes down to his groin, but other than a noticeable bump coming from within him, his cock wasn’t exposed.

If she hadn’t felt it rub against her, touched it, had it slipping between her thighs, she wouldn’t have thought he had one.

A constant growl emitted from the back of his throat, and her ears tingled.

Her stolen sight flicked back up to his bony face.

Now that he was right in front of her, she expected her senses to come back and for her to be scared, wary, or at least put off. Instead, she was falling deeper into whatever spell he had cast over her.

If it weren’t for his claws cutting deeper and deeper, or his quills remaining sharp and raised over his body, she would have thought he was calming.

Merikh seemed on the very edge of his tether, trying to rein in his emotions but failing.

Everything hung on whatever she chose to do next.

Raewyn tentatively reached out to place her hands on the bridge of his snout. There was a cut there that looked like a sword wound, and he had four claw marks cutting down over his right eye socket.

It was the face of someone who had been hurt by two different kinds of people.

“So this is what you look like,” she whispered around soft but quick breaths.

What she examined was magnificent.

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