Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 122

"Slowly." Fiona moaned. "I mean, that part. Yes. A little lower."

Eliah's hands pressed firmly against Fiona's back, kneading the tension that had built from clays of lying in bed. He worked methodically, but Fiona's exaggerated groans of satisfaction filled the small room. Since everyone has left, Fiona finally decided to stop the pretense and wake up. Obciously, the first thing that she ask was for him to give her a massage. "Yes right there. A litle lower," she said, her words drawn mit as she shifted slightly to guide his hands.

s much-

Elijah paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow "You do realize you're a werewolf, right? Your muscles shouldn't even ache this

She turned her head just enough to glance at him, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Says the prince who's never been stuck in bed for days. I' delicate, Your Highness. Treat me like the treasure Lam

I'm

He rolled his eyes, but a small smark nigged at his lips as he continued. His hands moved lower down her back, eliciting another groan that made his ears twitch

"Fiona," he said, pressing a particularly tense spot. "You sound like we're doing something very inappropriate right no

She chuckled, ber shoulders shaking slightly beneath his hands, "What I'm just appreciating your effort. Don't stop, though. You're better at this than I expected: Maybe you missed your calling."

Elijah sighed, shaking his head as he moved to her lower back, where she winced slightly. "You really are acting like a pampered princess."

She reached up to swat at his arm lazily. "I deserve it. I've been poisoned, and nearly died, and now my back feels like it's been used as a punching bag. If that doesn't call for royal treatment, I don't know what does"

"You're insufferable," Elijah muttered, though the faint smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "Anything else. Your Highness?"

"My legs Fiona said instantly, flipping onto her side with a dramatic flourish. They feel like logs. Fix it."

Elijah stared at her for a moment, his hands still, "Log?"

she said, patting her thigh. "Start here. And

She immediately melted into the mattress, letting out another drawn-out groan that made him shake his head in

You!

bothering to open her eyes. "You're the only one

put up with you," he shot back, smirking

eye open, lier grin

why you're the

to get married, this was the first time that he gave her such a genuine sound that made Fiona's grin soften into something warmer. For all their teasing and banter, the moment felt easy-comfortable, even. As his hands continued to ease the tension in her legs, Fiona sighed contentedly, sinking deeper

himself up and unto the bed, Lunding on top of her. Fiona yelped in surprise, her eyes

but his proximity made her cheeks flush. "I don't recall

a smirk. She arched an

"You're lured.

her skin. "What shall I do

start by kissing me, Fiona said,

he leaned in and kissed her. His lips brushed against hers softly at first, testing her reaction.

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vip to wrap arvanud his neck, pailling hins

but

kiss his hand slipping to cradle the side of her face. Fiona's fingers tangled in his hair, her nails grazing the bock of his neck,

they finally booke apart, their toveheads rested together, their beraths mingling as they stayed close. Fiona's smirk returned as the ran her thumb along the edge of

brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You're impossible," he said, though his expression held nothing but

yet." Fiona said. "Here you are. At my

finally rolling off of her and lying beside her. "You'll never let me live this