Chapter 3

The wolf's hands left my body as he moved to a nearby cabinet and produced a gray candle. The moment he lit it, a sweet smell immediately masked the scent of the massage oil.

I instinctively furrowed my brow.

"This candle is made from a special ingredient found only in the southern swamps," he explained. His voice rumbled right above my head, steady and almost hypnotic.

"It's meant to soothe the mind and relax the senses.

"I'll combine it with a new massage technique. Soon, you'll be feeling so good that you'll forget every worry you've ever had."

I didn't respond to his words. Whether it was the alcohol or the candle, my entire body felt loose and limp, as though my bones had turned to jelly. My mind felt like it was drifting through a thick, heavy fog.

He pressed close to my hips, and I could feel the sweltering heat radiating from his abs. I squirmed, trying to shift away from the scalding heat, but the friction only caused the wolf behind me to let out a low groan and a muffled curse.

His hands slid back to fondle my rear roughly, squeezing and molding the flesh.

"You spend a lot of time sitting at a desk, don't you? The blood circulation here is terrible."

His hands slipped lower, pushing my thighs further apart before his fingers began inching toward the crux of my legs. Every deliberate press of his fingertips caused them to brush against the seam of my underwear.

Between the massage oil and the light sheen of sweat, my skin practically glowed under the dim red light.

As he continued his relentless teasing, my body grew increasingly sensitive. Desire spread through me like a wildfire.

I could hear my own harsh, ragged pants as my knees rubbed against the towel. The ache between my legs shifted from dry to a heavy, pulsing dampness.

To hide my embarrassing predicament, I tried to clamp my legs shut.

However, he suddenly wrenched me open. The force of the movement caused his thumbs to slip into that warm, wet cleft without warning.

"Ah!"

A jolt of pure pleasure zapped through me. My body was screaming for more.

With another guttural groan, he whispered, "I'm sorry, but your underwear is getting in the way of the massage. How about I help you take them off?"

"I-Is that really alright?"

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you experience the height of pleasure."

The flame of the aromatherapy candle flickered in the ensuing silence, the quiet broken only by my panting and the wolf's heavy breaths.

I wanted to refuse, but my body was begging for something to fill the aching emptiness between my legs. The desire surging through me was a tidal wave, drowning my rationality and leaving me submerged.

In the end, all I could do was whimper out a desperate plea. "Quick, give it to me."

I heard the sharp clink of a belt unbuckling, and then his hands returned to my waist, sidling up my body and caressing every inch of skin along the way.