Weres

51. Massage

Eden shut the book in his hand and threw it on the other side of the bed. There was a war coming to his territory but he had to study for the fucking exams. He cursed out aloud at his pathetic situation.

A knock on the door halted the string of profanities coming out of his mouth. The door creaked open and the head of his mate peeked in.

"Is that my book?" Marley asked, looking at the English textbook lying distorted on the edge of the bed. She walked inside and threw a disapproving look at the werewolf before picking the book and placing it on the table.

"Sorry," Eden mumbled sullenly, making the human shake her head.

She sat next to him. "You look tensed." Her boyfriend just shrugged his shoulders at the comment. "Want to talk about it?"

"I just want to forget about it for a moment."

Marley nodded understandingly. She too needed a moment of peace, without the thoughts of murderous knights swarming her mind. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded.

A devilish smirk replaced Eden's previous tired face and immediately Marley regretted her abrupt words. "A simple make out was enough for me, but who am I to deny my girlfriend her needs?" He teased.

"Shut up." Marley groaned. "I am only going to give you a massage." She didn't even bother to throw another tantrum as Eden's smirk widened. She too had to admit that this arrangement sounded sensual.

"Do I get to massage you too?" The werewolf asked. He leaned toward her, their noses almost touching. His close proximity made her stammer out incoherent breaths.

"No," she finally managed to say out, giving him a small push. Her answer would've been opposite if not for his wicked smirk, which associated a simple massage with something sinistrous. "You know what, forget it. I'm going to read you a book or something. It's therapeutic too. You-"

Before Marley could finish, Eden had already discarded his shirt and lain down on his stomach. "Go on, do your thing."

Well, that was fast...

As her eyes traveled on his naked back, she thought of revoking her previous reply. Maybe, she wouldn't mind this gorgeous hunk giving her a massage.

Eden let out a mocking moan when Marley straddled on his hip and in return received a sharp smack on his shoulder. "Oww!"

"Quiet," she instructed, and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the bedside table. "Just relax and enjoy." The sound of thick liquid squirting into her palm filled the room.

As soon as his mate's fingers came in contact with his upper back, unconsciously a soft hum of contentment slip past Eden's throat. His eyes closed themselves. Her hands felt like that of angel when they trailed along his skin spreading the cold lotion and sweet tingles. It was amazing... and arousing.

Eden felt a very familiar tightness in his lower region. The same sensation he felt whenever he made out with a girl sitting on top of him. After being with her for more than four months, the wolf had learned to control his primal urge, at least, until he was alone. 

So he tried to ignore it—just like he had done other times—and focused on her soft hands which were unknotting his cramped muscles. And it felt so good.

Marley had long ago lost herself to the feel of his bare skin. Her hands were moving on their accord, touching every curve of his back. With her actions it was difficult to conclude whether she was massaging him or just blatantly feeling him up. So much for it not being sexual.