Her Nature

|Chapter 16|

Heat sweltered in my chest. I felt like the Grinch, heart growing three times larger. No longer was my heart churning in the depths of my stomach, but it was caught in my throat. It's feather light weight tickling my uvula.

As if I was on the moon, my steps brought height that sent me up into the air. Gravity must have given up today, the crushing weight of its pull vanished.

The tingles intensified and my insides grew warmer. A shiver slithered down my exposed back to the pads of my bare feet. It pulled my toes into a curl, joints popping in satisfaction. The muscles in my thighs tensed.

Then my shoulders set back and my heartbeat slowed in sync. A new wave of pine rolled over me intensely. The scent so pure and thick it formed a cloud around me.

A deep rumble vibrated deliciously down to my core, legs now clenched together.

Unwillingly, my legs turned my body towards the approving sound. Honey irises instantly sucked me in. His pupils dilated and receded, just to enlarge themselves again. White flecks churned in his pools.

When my eyes left his, they gently caressed the scar—now a pale pink—my lips tingled in anticipation.

No.

I was a midwife and that's it. It was chanted silently, a forced lifeline I grasped to. But all else blurred away, thoughts mushing with incoherence as his approaching form filled my sight. I drank him in greedily.

His crooked nose that I felt the need to tweak playfully until it was straight, full red lips that looked swollen—I felt static returning to mine. His chiseled face with sharp edges ticked with each clench of his jaw.

Large shoulders, strong enough to carry the weight of the world, were stiff with perfect posture. His pecks were solid and rippling with muscles in time with his swinging arms—they swung like a pendulum of pure muscle on each side. One bicep was probably bigger than my head. Hands that knew the ins and outs of life, when to be forceful and rough, and when to caress with love coded into fists.

But those washboard abs is what had my legs trembling. I wanted so badly to run the tips of my fingers over them, feel the ridges of his strength. They funneled into a defined 'v' shape, disappearing underneath his loincloth.

The deer skin was cut wide and long, feathering over his tree trunk thighs as he walked. I felt the impulse to grab his thick thighs, knowing my small hands would barely cover the front.

The waist band rested tightly on his hips, his protruding behind round. I caught glimpses of his tight perky ass that I knew even females were jealous of.

My soul ravished his display of power that followed him in a thickening atmosphere. One glance and you knew this male was the alpha. Blatant showcasing of war that hummed and rippled under the skin, waiting to be tested—hardened by death and war, carrying trophies of battle scars that scattered lazily around his body.

He was a warrior.

The wild stared through his eyes, his beast putting forth his power and strength without having to move. My skin smoldered in his presence. This male being in his element had moisture uncomfortably gathering beneath my loincloth.

The band over my chest became tighter and my breasts heavy, nipples straining against the deer skin. My head was light with dizziness and adrenaline crashed through my veins, but my heart thumped slow and steady. The same as his.

I had no control of my body. It reacted to him, tethered to his sole and mind. He was unknowingly controlling it, evoking a latent need for something.

Tension rolled through our bodies simultaneously, his honey eyes roaming my figure. Dipping over my face and down my chest appreciatively. Dragging over my hips, his fingers twitched, arms flexing in restraint. Another rumble from his chest.