Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

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Don't Poke the Luna

Chapter 132

Xena's POV

"Come here." Ryder's voice was low, with a magnetic quality that left no room for argument.

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, but curiosity flowed through me like a warm current, pushing me toward him. Standing beside the massage table, I looked up at him, trying to mask my nervousness with a playful tone. "Yes, Mr. Alpha?"

"Take off your clothes and lie down under the sheet. I'm going to get some oil." Ryder turned and left the room.

I froze for a second, my heart skipping a beat. Take everything off? My fingers trembled as they touched the edge of my clothing. A rush of embarrassment washed. over me, but beneath it was an unmistakable excitement, like standing at the edge of a cliff, wondering what it would feel like to jump.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, sliding under the cool sheet that sent a shiver across my bare skin. I'd barely positioned my face in the cradle at the end of the table when Ryder returned. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, pulsing like a drumbeat.

washing over me like actual waves, trying to calm my nerves. The pop of a bottle cap made me tense, followed by the quiet sound of oil being squeezed

placing his hands on my neck, warm and firm. His fingers began to move, sliding from my neck downward, slick with oil, gradually pushing toward my backside. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing, but his touch felt like electricity, igniting every

massage, but my body betrayed me, craving more. His fingers danced across my back, expertly kneading each muscle, as if systematically unlocking all my defenses. I clenched my jaw, afraid I might make a sound that

me.

one hand at the base of my skull, the other suddenly grasping a fistful of my hair, just enough to create a slight sting without actual pain. My breathing quickened,

my legs. The sheet was pulled back, exposing one leg and half my backside. With my face buried in the cradle, shame washed over me like a

traveled along my inner

each movement precise. The soreness from training melted away beneath his touch. I felt almost hypnotized, surrendering my body completely to him. Then he pressed his elbow into my backside from the side, rotating my leg, the pressure drawing an involuntary whimper from me. His fingers once again approached my core, at such a dangerous proximity that every muscle in my body

contradiction made me dizzy.

of my hair. My heartbeat was completely out of control, my body like a flame he'd ignited, ready to spiral out of control

sheet up to cover me and said softly, "Turn over." His voice was calm but carried the

over my breasts, then pulled back the sheet, exposing just one leg while carefully keeping the sheet over my private area, His hands

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pressed into my shoulders, sliding along the curves of my body, the pressure deep and precise. I