A Soul to Guide (Duskwalker Brides, #4)

by Opal Reyne

We like ‘em mean, we like ‘em keen, and we like confusing the fuck out of the grump. It’s even better when we can flit around them like a pretty fairy, dazzling them with our charm.

Anything that a person required to live, whether it be food, water, a home, or even sanitary products, was freely available to all.

“You got a name?” he asked as they waited. “It would be impolite if I just called you woman along the way.” “Raewyn, but my friends call me Rae. You?” “Call me Merc, since I don’t particularly like it when people call me big fucker like you heard the other day.”

Did he just call me an idiot? She didn’t have any weapons! I guess he is my weapon, though. Go forth, meat shield.

“What...” Her heart was nearly in her throat as she yelled, “What are you?!” The low, quiet laughter that echoed from him was dark, and almost cruel. “Now, why did you have to go and do that?”

Did he feel terrible that he paid those four humans to harass this woman? Not. One. Bit. Not when all her troubles would shortly end, alongside her life.

He’d once taught someone how to make these so she could show another of his kind how to, but he reflected very little on that fact whenever he used them.

He absolutely refused to wear a saddle like a damn horse. Giddy up? More like giddy go-fuck-yourself.

She finally loosened them and said, “Did you really just threaten me with a good time, Merikh?” He jerked his head back in outrage. “How the fuck would that be a good time, Raewyn?”

He was a monster – deemed ugly, disgusting, and despicable by every sentient creature, humans and Demons alike.

“I actually happen to think I’m great company, thank you very much, Mr GrumpyBear.” “You know what? From now on, that shall be my name. However, I think we should make it more formal. Sir GrumpyBear, just so you understand the hierarchy of our relationship.” “Then I shall be Queen RaeOfSunshine. Just so you understand the hierarchy of our relationship.” “I kneel for no man, your highness.” Ooh, he was being rather condescending.

“Fine,” Merikh bit. “I will name you, then.” “No,” the bat-skulled Mavka whined as he backed up to stand next to his brother. “We do not want you to name us.” “They will be bad names. Mean names.”

“Probably something terrible,” the raven one answered. “Like annoyance or destruction.”

“Ingram means raven of peace,” Merikh told the raven skull. Then he turned to the other Mavka while eyeing his feathered back. “Aleron means the winged one. To fly.”

Lesson number one: If a Duskwalker wanted to cover her in his sticky cum, she needed to adjust quickly to the idea if she wanted to keep him content.

Lesson number two: If Merikh was being unusually callous towards her, there was likely a reason, and she needed to figure it out before letting her own anger get the best of her.

Lesson number three: His quills were a big issue for him. He didn’t like being ...

Lesson number four: Merikh hates himself, she...

His dick was a ten out of ten, a chef’s kiss, in her opinion. Mwah. It hit every good spot all at the same time. It even hit sensitive spots she hadn’t known existed. Her G-spot was like the holy grail that most men couldn’t find, yet sitting on his cock had made it feel as though her whole body was an erogenous zone.

He was being such a good boy, controlling himself. As a reward, she placed her lips on the tip and spread them over it, like she was trying to sink him into her mouth.

Now, instead, he just marvelled at the pretty mermaid swimming in his own private lake.

His orbs turned a bright flamingo pink as he stared at his own personal piece of light – and it wasn’t the one she was holding. I don’t want to let her go. I want her to be mine. He thought he could handle being anywhere, in any world, so long as she was there to brighten it for him.

“Yes, my little starshine, I want to knot that pretty body of yours,” he rumbled in his gruff voice, causing her to shiver.

“I don’t want to call you something everyone else does,” he uttered as he licked across her ear. “I want to name you after something bright and mesmerising, just like you.”

“Fuck. I feel like my heart is about to stop beating.”

His own piece of starlight.

“Don’t worry, my little starshine. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He softened around her and immediately started snoring again.

“I want you to be my beacon on the days the darkness wishes to take hold of me again.”

“Sure, you are. With your long, pointed ears, glossy white hair, and alluring brown skin, you’re the most enchanting thing I’ve ever seen, especially since you hold stars in your eyes. All you are missing is wings.” “Stooop,” she whined as she covered her face to hide her embarrassment. “You don’t get to suddenly become charming now that I’ve given you my soul.”

“I love you, Raewyn,” he said, the pink of his orbs brightening as he lifted his head back so he could properly see her reaction.

“I love you, too, and if you don’t know this about me yet, I want you to know that once I set my heart to something, it never fades.” “It would be unfortunate for you if it did, because I’m never letting you go, my own personal piece of starlight.”

“My home is standing in front of me,” Merikh answered warmly as bright-pink sparks flashed.

“I must speak with you. It’s an important matter I wish to discuss.” Couldn’t they speak to her when she didn’t have a giant Duskwalker cock rearranging her insides? He was going so deep and hard that she could almost taste it.