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?"

patting her thigh. "Start here. And don't

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

You!

Fiona replied, not bothering to open her eyes. "You're the

shot

cracked one eye

why you're the lucky

all their teasing and banter, the moment felt easy-comfortable,

moving closer to Fiona until, with a quick motion, he pushed himself up and unto the bed, Lunding on top of her. Fiona yelped in surprise, her eyes snapping open as she stares at him. "ilgah!" she said, half-laughing as she wriggled

above hers. His weight didn't press down on her, but his proximity made her cheeks flush. "I don't recall applying

a smirk. She arched an eyebrow, meeting

"You're lured.

warm against her skin. "What shall I

could start by kissing me,

His

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neck, pailling

slow but sleliberate, sivoring

to cradle the side of her face. Fiona's fingers tangled in his hair, her nails grazing the bock of his neck, as their kisses grew more urgent. The weight of the past days the tension, the

stayed close. Fiona's smirk returned as the ran her thumb along the edge of his jaw.

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

said. "Here you

her forehead before finally rolling off of her and lying