Rhodes
Scarlett’s scent is changing.
It starts subtle. A little sharper. A little sweeter. The kind of scent that clings to your throat and makes you breathe deeper without realizing it.
She is moving where she sits up on my shoulders, pressing herself against me when I scale another ridge in the maze. A little sound leaves her lips and I feel her thighs squeeze until she rubs her s*x against my muscles.
I almost trip.
That was NOT an innocent rub.
Scarlett is getting warmer and more aroused.
I tell myself it’s nothing. She’s just hot from my fur. Or nervous about riding on her master’s back. Or perhaps I’m imagining things. Maybe the maze is warping my senses.
But then she lets out a tiny grunt when I hop over a broken log, and her hips press forward instinctively.
Nope. Not my i
