Page 159 of A Soul to Guide

People would start to think she was a pervert if she kept this up. By people, she meant him.

Holding onto the edge of the bench, she crouched down to hide. She was having an internal crisis. Someone needed to come and save her from herself.

There was an issue, though. Raewyn no longer wanted to chase him; she wanted to be the one chased. She wanted him to come to her.

She wanted him to stop being a coward.

She’d made her feelings obvious. What more could she do beyond that? She was over the constant hesitation on his part.

An idea crossed her mind.

If scents are such an important thing to him... what if I drive him crazy with mine? In the forest, he said he liked the way I smelled.Would that work? She wasn’t against playing dirty, so long as it had him finally coming to her.

Hell, she was likely already producing a light arousal scent. What if she fed it?

For the time being, she’d begun to see this cave as her home; why shouldn’t she treat it like hers? It was private, besides him. No one else would hear or see her.

Raewyn bit her lip, humour crinkling her eyes.If he won’t take care of me, I’ll just take care of myself.It was a win-win, for her at least.

The giggles echoing within his cave were loopy and unhinged, but she couldn’t help them.

She was lucky that injecting her magic into the stone would require very little concentration – because she was about to beverydistracted.

Merikh reached over his shoulder and clawed at his back, breaking a handful of quills in the process. His shudder started out light, then it struck him from skull to toes.

I cannot enter my own home.

Raewyn had taken over it so totally that he could barely stand to be inside of it.

It had started out subtle. At first, only the little Elf herself smelt like the tastiest morsel known to Merikh, something that didn’t stir hunger in his gut, but in his groin, and in his throat that became dry even when he was salivating.

It had been easy to ignore then. Just light enough to tell him she was excited, a soft hint but not demanding.

However, as two days passed, it grew and grew, until his entire cavereekedof her delicious scent. Entering his own home was like barrelling through a wall, and that dryness in his throat would become a sweet strangulation.

It was begging him, trying to lead him to her like a collar and chain. Like an animal in the heat, Merikh would instantly pant with his fangs parted and his tongue falling forward.

It was constant, like she wasalwaysaroused, but he didn’t think that would be enough to do this. It should only be localised to her, not his entire cave.

Since she bathed in the lake every day, he’d attempted to duck inside while she was preoccupied so she couldn’t torment him. The lingering scent of her arousal had hit him like a boulder; he thought his lungs were going to cave in.

Not even the lingering of her magic-induced clary sage scent diluted it.

He’d taken the deer hide he’d wanted and fled as fast as he could.

Avoiding going inside at all had been impossible. Raewyn would call for help to do even the simplest of tasks, like aiding her cooking, or helping her find something. She even asked him to take the tulips outside when he’d once seen her pick up the flowerpot with ease.

Merikh slept outside. He spent his time outside.

He was out in the fresh air. It shouldn’t be bothering him anymore, but it was. It clung to his fur, to the inside of his nose hole, like it was a parasite that had latched onto him.

His sight regularly switched between its normal red hue and deep purple.

It worsened whenever she searched him out to speak with him, but she behaved as though she had no idea she was producing it. She didn’t try to touch him, didn’t action anything, but was just her usual, chatty self.

She was a female who would laugh and talk about some strange, Elven nonsense while her nipples were so taut, he could see them through her clothing. Her lips were always wet, and her pupils blown.

He’d told himself he would put distance between them, and instead, he would sit there and drool. He’d grow so enraptured with her as she spoke that he would be as still as stone, hoping she might reach out to him.

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