He didn’t reply, but I still heard the silent smirk on his stupid, handsome face.
I relaxed against my will as Jade worked my shoulders. As much as I wanted to be annoyed that I liked this, I couldn’t hold back the waves of comfort and pleasure washing over me. Every drop of tension evaporated from my body. I melted against the massage table, feeling fully at ease.
Jade’s hands snaked lower. I bit back another groan as he worked his magic on my lower back. His hands were firm enough to loosen the coiled tension, but also gentle enough to relax me. It was a sensation of pure bliss.
An uncomfortable jolt shot up my spine as he found a knot in my lumbar. I winced. I knew if he didn’t massage it out, it’d hurt more in the long run, but right now the mix of painful pleasure built to a breaking point.
Despite my best efforts to keep silent, I moaned.
Jade’s hands paused for a split second before resuming their magic. It was a small moan, quiet enough that nobody but Jade would’ve heard it.
It was my turn to feel smug. My moan clearly affected him. He wasn’t the impenetrable fortress he pretended to be.
But I didn’t have the upper hand for long. Jade’s oiled hands slid down to the lowest part of my back, stopping right before the slope of my ass.
“You’re holding a lot of tension here,” he said coyly. “I’ll work you extra hard.”
His thumbs dug in and rolled. A shockwave of pleasure shot up my spine.
I ground my teeth to keep from crying out. Talented alpha bastard. He was too fucking good at this. How did Jade know exactly what I liked?
It was almost like... it was instinctual.
I ignored the flutter in my heart. That was ridiculous. An alpha couldn’t instinctivelyknowyour pleasure preferences.
Could they?
Jade grunted softly with effort as he pressed his thumbs deeper into my taut muscle. I felt the space between us disappear as he leaned down, nearly pressing his chest to my exposed back.
“You’re so tight here, Alaric,” he murmured against my ear.
My cock throbbed. Hard.
Jade was such an asshole. If I wasn’t currently melting into the massage table, I could’ve punched his stupid handsome face.
He chuckled softly. “Does it feel good here?”
“It’s fine,” I muttered.
That was a lie. It felt incredible, but I wasn’t going to admit that when he was screwing with me.
“I see,” Jade said, feigning disappointment. “If I’m not meeting your expectations, allow me to put more effort into making you feel good.”
His strong hands pushed and rolled at the perfect spots. The breath vanished from my lungs. Pleasure seeped over my body like sprawling watercolors.
I couldn’t tell if I loved or hated Jade in this moment. My body certainly liked him—especially my hard cock straining against the massage table. But my brain was furious at him for toying with me—on camera, no less.
“Better?” Jade asked charmingly.
“Yes,” I ground out.
“Excellent. I’m glad to hear you’re enjoying this, Alaric.”
I bet you are, perverted freak.
“Shall I continue?” he asked.
“Sure,” I grumbled.
