Page 17 of Vicious Wolf Mate

“What’s wrong?” Mckenna mutters in an annoyed tone.

“Nothing,” I mumble.

I arrange my pillows against the headboard so I can lean my back on it. Still uncomfortable. Through the darkness, I can feel Mckenna judging me with her intense stare.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Still trying to get comfortable.”

“You spent the last half hour doing that.”

“So? I like to sleep comfortably.”

“Will you just say what’s wrong?”

“I said it was nothing.”

“Just—”

I snap. “I haven’t slept in the same bed as someone in years, okay? Happy?”

There it is, I admit it. This arrangement doesn’t feel natural to me. I’m used to sleeping by myself. It’s easier and more practical.

I wait for Mckenna to laugh at me. To ridicule me for acting like such a wimp. I’m not proud or ashamed of it, but it's not something I like people to know about.

I turn over to look at her. My wolf vision adapts to the darkness so I can see her face. She bites the inside of her cheek. Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth gapes, trying to find something to say.

She feels bad for asking. Now I feel guilty for raising my voice like that. I sigh internally.

“I’m sorry for blowing up. I’m just stressed,” I lie.

She’s quiet, then asks. “What about a back rub to help you de-stress? It helps me a lot.”

My eyes widen slightly. It takes me a few moments to answer because I’m processing what she said. Would it be wrong of me to accept it even though she offered? I know it sounds like an excuse, but a back rub might help.

“If you’re okay with that,” I mumble.

The blankets rustle as she gets out from underneath them. She guides me with her hands to lay in the middle of the bed. Then, she somehow flips me on my stomach. My heart leaps out my chest when she sits on top.

I don’t say anything and let her do her work. She lifts my shirt up to my neck. Her hands are warm against my skin. The goosebumps travel all over my body.

She starts by my shoulder blades. She doesn’t press too hard, almost like she’s caressing me. She works her way down to my lower back, then up to the middle. My muscles relax with her touch.

Her hands make their way to my side. Up and down. When she leans forward to put more pressure, her pelvis touches the back of my thighs. I want her closer.

She reaches my hips. She pushes down to relieve pressure. But, one hand slips and goes underneath, close to a delicate but lively area.

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MCKENNA

“Does… Does this feel good?” I can’t really think of much more to say. Ever since Mace took his shirt off my mind has been a little distracted, to say the least. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so muscular in person, he’s no bodybuilder, but I doubt I’m the first lady he’s left speechless.

“Hmm,” Mace responds as I dig my hands into his toned back.

I’m glad he likes it. I’m honestly not even sure what I’m doing. It’s just that when he yelled at me, something unlocked inside me. I had this overwhelming urge to put my hands on his body, I wanted him so bad.

“Good, now, flip over onto your back.” I need another look at that handsome face, I’ve always liked a sharp jawline and oh boy does he have one.

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