RIKA
Gar's warm hands on her back, his breath on her neck… it all made her shiver—and not just with fear. He felt warm and solid and strong, and when she wasn't afraid, it was wonderful. He was… somehow more real than any other man she'd been close to. But he was also bigger and stronger—and more intimidating for it.
Rika had had enough time in the forest with Gar, watching him hunt, or swim, or just walk… she loved the way he moved—like his joints were spring loaded and under tension. Power sheathed. His entire body swung into anything he did, as if he were always on the verge of breaking into a run. Even when he just strolled through a cave, the strength within him was evident—a coiled spring held in check.
And his beast form… it was magnificent.
