Cracking Upper Back Between Shoulder Blades Novels & Stories

Brian groaned into the pillow. “Just relax. Let me help you.” Ray started at his shoulders, gripping the tense muscles in his hands and kneading until they loosened up. He ran his thumbs up the alpha’s neck on either side of his spine, massaging the knots before moving down. Brian's back was a strong expanse of hard muscle, and Ray couldn’t help but appreciate how well defined his body was. When he found tension, he gently worked the tightness out of the muscles.

The claw wounds on Steve's back were slowly and painfully healing, each day bringing both relief and unfamiliar discomfort. The deep gashes—three parallel lines that ran from his right shoulder blade to the middle of his spine—burned with every slight movement. It was a first for him, this human-like recovery process.