Page 138 of Tamed By Her Touch

“Follow,” Varell commanded softly from the other side of the screen. “Do as I do—massage your goddess.”

Kaelus took a deep breath.

Stop being a physician or a scientist—be her husband, he told himself. Gods, if only he could be! But as a Hybrid, the pleasure of calling a bride was forever denied him. Still, he could pretend.

He placed his palms on Clair’s shoulders. Her skin was warm, soft, and he felt the fine tremor that ran through her at his touch. He began to mimic Varell’s motions, his large hands encompassing the delicate slope of her neck and the tight muscles of her upper back.

He applied pressure, listening for her response. A soft sigh escaped her, and her head lolled forward slightly on the cushion. Good—she was relaxing. He adjusted his grip, finding a knot near her scapula and working it with a focused, circular pressure.

“Ohhh!” Clair sighed. “Your hands are like magic.”

“Good,” Varell murmured approvingly from the other side of the screen. “She is enjoying your touch—you are learning to listen.”

Encouraged, Kaelus continued. He poured more of the spicy-sweet oil into his palms, warming it before smoothing it down the length of Clair’s spine. He paid careful attention to the small of her back—an area he knew often carried stress in human females.

His touch must have been working, because Clair made a low, humming sound of pure pleasure, her body sinking deeper into the adaptive massage table.

Kaelus loved the fact that he was giving her pleasure. He continued, falling into a rhythm. Shoulders, spine, hips, then the luscious curves of her full ass. His hands—trained for precision in science and chemical analysis—were learning a new language.

They learned to map Clair’s body—the slight dimple at the base of her spine…the fascinating softness of her outer thighs…the delicate bones of her ankles and feet. With each pass of his hands over her body, her breathing grew deeper, and more even. To Kaelus’s delight, her initial tension bled away, leaving her pliant and warm beneath his hands.

He was so focused on his task, so soothed by the simple act of caring for her, that Varell’s next instruction caught him completely off guard.

“And now it is time to massage the front,” their host announced.

On the other side of the privacy screen, the silhouettes shifted. Maera’s shadow rolled gracefully onto her back.

“A goddess deserves pleasure from every angle,” Varell said. “We begin with the peaks of her sacred mounds.”

Kaelus’s hands froze on Clair’s calves. He stared at the screen. Varell’s shadowy hands were cupping his wife’s breasts, his thumbs stroking over the dark peaks of her nipples.

“You’re falling behind—flip your wife over, Kaelus,” their host instructed, his voice calm, as if asking him to pass the seasoning at Last Meal. “Support her neck. Be gentle.”

A cold dread, mixed with a sudden, volcanic heat, pooled in Kaelus’s gut. He looked down at Clair. Her eyes were closed, her face serene from the back massage—clearly, she hadn’t heard the instruction yet.

“Clair,” he said, his voice coming out hoarse.

Her eyelids fluttered open.

“Hmm?”

“Varell… wishes you to turn over.”

Her serenity vanished, replaced by wide-eyed comprehension. She swallowed, looking from him to the suggestive shadows playing on the white fabric. The instruction was unmistakable.

“Really?” she asked, her voice coming out high. “I mean, do I have to?”

“If you don’t want to, then don’t,” Kaelus said firmly, keeping his voice low, for her ears only. “We can stop now if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, I…I don’t want to stop.” She swallowed. “We have to play our parts.”

“I’ll be gentle with you,” Kaelus promised. His words seemed to reassure her because her brown eyes looked less worried.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Slowly Kaelus helped her roll onto her back. The table reconfigured instantly, offering support. And there she lay, utterly exposed to him.

The soft glow of the room caressed her full, beautiful curves. Her breasts were lush and heavy, the pink areolas and nipples tightened into peaks, not just from the cool air, he realized, but from arousal.