Page 93 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

My entire body flushed at his words. “I don’t think sexual favors are a reasonable payment.”

“Tell me what you want, then.”

“A massage. I’ve been tight since the bush.”

“I don’t know anything about a bush, but you’ve got a deal.” He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me lightly.

I tilted my head back, slipping my tongue into his mouth, and he rumbled as he kissed me deeper.

After a minute, he pulled away. The wolf was in his eyes again, and he looked more satisfied than I’d ever seen him.

Clay lifted himself off of me, pulling my arms above my head. “Leave these here so I can get a good look.”

“Alright.” I let him pin them where he wanted, trying not to feel self-conscious as his attention turned to my bare chest.

My tits were pretty small, and I didn’t have any ink over my collarbone or breasts. Though, one of my rib pieces curled over the side of one of my boobs.

His eyes were hot as he followed the shape of my tattoo down my side. The flowers, leaves, and vines curved from my ribcage down my hip, and continued over the side of my ass. They wrapped around my thigh too, spreading down my leg and creating the floral leg sleeve I absolutely loved.

Clay’s fingers joined his gaze, and I sucked in a breath as he touched the ink on my ribs slowly.

“This is hot,” he rumbled, tracing the lines over the side of my tit before following them down the curve of my hip. Rather than stopping his fingers where my side met the couch, he rolled me halfway.

I let out a noise of surprise as my tits met the couch’s back cushions, and Clay chuckled. “Keep your hands up, Gorgeous. I want the full view.”

“Whatever you say.”

He continued tracing some of the lines down my waist and over the curve of my ass. Though I was getting wetter between my thighs by the moment, and he had to have smelled it, his attention stayed on my ink.

“The world’s most perfect ass, in the flesh,” he murmured, following the flowers down my leg. He finally lowered me to the couch again after he traced the lines on the back of my thigh, and opened my legs wider so he saw them around the inside.

He had to have seen the slickness on my center as he spread my thighs, but he didn’t comment on it.

“You might not have realized it at the time, but you got these tattoos just for me, Gorgeous.”

My body clenched as he followed the line closest to my clit, his fingers so close to where I wanted them.

He rumbled again, but that was his only acknowledgement of my obvious desire.

Clay continued touching me, following the tattoos down to my ankle and foot before moving to the next one and following the ink back up my body.

I clenched.

Arched.

Rocked a little.

I even moaned, once.

He rumbled when I did, but just kept tracing the ink.

I was breathing shallowly when he flipped me to my stomach and started tracing the tattoos on my back—and seriously considering putting my hand between my thighs and taking care of my needs myself.

But something told me Clay was going to get to that.

And I wanted him too badly to stop him.

“Don’t move those hands, Gorgeous.” His fingers stroked my back, following the lines of my ink that he’d missed on his exploration.

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