Page 76 of A Soul to Guide

He should have known better than to help.

Especially since the sound that Merikh had produced when she dropped her dress and revealed her naked body was not quite a purr, but a chest-bubbling soft growl. It wasn’t filled with anger, but with heat he wasn’t accustomed to.

He tried to look away, throwing his head to the side, but his skull would drag forward, as though he was compelled to look. He knew her arse was soft yet firm from the occasional times he’d ‘accidentally’ held it while carrying her, but he didn’t know it would be so round or plump.

Her dress and thin frame were deceiving.

Licking at his snout in interest, he used every ounce of willpower to stop his orbs from shifting to purple. He didn’t like that she could see the magic in her vision, and she had a thing about questioning what the colours meant.

He’d rather chew his own foot off than tell her it was a reaction to his desire.

He almost lost the battle with his orbs when she’d turned, her arm doing very little to hide her breasts. The undersides were showing, and they were just as soft and round looking as her backside. She’d covered her pubic mound with her hand, but he could still see the curls covering it matched the colour of her hair.

Her body was tall, petite, willowy, and yet her feminine qualities were much more alluring than he thought they’d be. Her magical black body markings, woven into lines, knotted shapes, and mainly hexagons, were exotic and alluring.

It is like an angel carved her, from every single strand of hair on her head, all the way down to her cute feet.Then again, he doubted an angel would have given her such sinful, sensual curves.

He also thought a devil would have more fun torturing him with something he couldn’t have. He currently felt tortured with her in his arms.

For just a split second, he sworeher faint scent – diluted from the rain cleaning it away – ripened with something thatimmediatelymade his cock jerk and his seam twitch. Sweet but spicy, and absolutely delicious.

He didn’t like that her scent was ripening in desire, but he assumed it had nothing to do with him. She was warming, and sometimes, the body did strange things without meaning to, like getting excited.

He had to admit, she’d felt like ice when she first pressed up against him.

It would’ve been easier to ignore his own pulsating thoughts with a frigid and frightened prey. Instead, she’d boldly wrapped herself in him.

How could his throat feel so dry and yet his mouth be on the verge of drooling?

When she’d finally settled and started snoring, he hadn’t intended to fall asleep as well. His quills had been too close for comfort, and if he hurt her by accident, she’d be dead before she even opened her eyes.

Perhaps it was that once she’d warmed up, she’d gone all pliant and relaxed in his arms, which made her comfortable to hold. It could have even been her pretty scent slowly dazing his mind as he drank it in on each inhale. Was it both her breaths and her heartbeat that had lulled him under with their rhythm?

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so deeply.

It was dark within the cave. The fire was gone, leaving no light or heat. However, he hadn’t slept long, and his awakening wasn’t peaceful.

He was panting, on the verge of choking. Her scent was sweet, spicy, and so saturated in arousal that it was almost overpowering.

It even made his sight hazy, as though he was affected by some kind of poison eating at his mind from the inside out. His waking thoughts were muddled, like he was trying to swim through thick mud, or quicksand, that was doing everything in its power to suffocate him.

It took him far longer than it should have to realise there was movement. It was subtle, but it was her little mewl that brought his attention to it. Something wet and malleable rubbed over the side of his thumb.

His body was heavy as he assessed his position. It was similar to how he’d fallen asleep, except for one detail – his arms had moved. At some point during his sleep, his hand had moved between her thighs to grip one from the inside. The other laying underneath her was now clamping the arm she wasn’t resting upon.

She wasrockingagainst the side of his hand, both of her own grasping his wrist.

Her breaths were panted, but they still sounded deep, like she may be asleep. She subtly rocked on his hand again, and he felt his thumb pressing between her folds, her clit rubbing against it.

Had he moved his hand there, or had she? Her thighs were trapping it, and when he attempted to gently remove it, they clamped down tight.

The threads of her scent stole his attention, and he lost his focus to sniff her neck right below her ear, pressing his snout against her.Shit. She smells amazing like this.His fur and quills ruffled, standing on their ends as he shuddered.

Toxic. Addictive. Enough to drown all thoughts that didn’t involve her. He could lie there and smell her forever.

When his quaking breath brushed over her, Raewyn trembled and ground against his hand again. A sharp moan came from her parted lips, lips that looked malleable and tasty.

His quills were already agitated, and they only stuck up more at her little, sensual noises. With how he was holding her, one wrong move from either of them, and they would gouge at her buttery skin.

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