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?"

her thigh. "Start

low laugh and sat at the edge of the bed, lifting one of her legs slightly to begin massaging her calf. She immediately melted into the

You!

to open her eyes.

else would put up with you," he shot back, smirking as he worked his way down to her

one eye open, lier

why you're the

and banter, the moment felt easy-comfortable, even. As his hands continued to ease the tension in her legs, Fiona sighed contentedly, sinking deeper into the bed. "Perfect," she murmured. "You've earned your keep,

pushed himself up and unto the bed, Lunding on top of her.

her, but his proximity made her cheeks flush.

her mouth lifting into a smirk. She arched an eyebrow, meeting his gaze

"You're lured. Nu

breath warm against her skin. "What shall I

start by kissing

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

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wrap arvanud his neck, pailling hins

slow but

shifted slightly to deepen the 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, as their kisses grew more urgent. The weight of the past days the tension,

Fiona's smirk returned as the

stray strand of hair from her face. "You're impossible," he said, though his expression held

you are. At my beck

to kiss her forehead before finally rolling off of her and lying beside her. "You'll never let me