"Right there?" He asked, moving his hands along her smooth skin, pushing more forcefully in some places than others. She sighed every time he did the technique she liked.
"Uh huh, yeah, Oh, yeah. That feels so good. Right there, Mm..." Stephanie let out a throaty moan. "That's why I always come to you, Henry. You're so good at it."
Henry nodded. Stephanie had come about an hour ago for her weekly massage. Henry wasn't a trained masseuse. In fact, he barely knew what he was doing. All he did was find tense muscles and rub the tension out.
About a year ago, they had been watching a movie together in his living room, when Steph starting complaining again about aching muscles. He could barely hear the movie over her incessant whining. So, he made her promise to shut up if he tried to rub her shoulders. For the rest of the movie he tended to her aching muscles.
By the end of the movie, Steph's muscles were feeling a little bit better, although not perfect. So, she began coming over for weekly massages. They were friends, so, at first, he didn't have her pay, but then she began calling at odd times. At midnight, he would get a call about her pains and aches and she'd come over and get her body massaged. That's when she began paying. Not because he had to massage her, but because she was taking away his time to sleep.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Henry let it ring for a while, he didn't really care who was on the other side. However, the doorbell kept ringing and ringing and ringing.
Henry turned to Steph. "Give me a moment. Whoever it is needs to learn a thing or two about respect." He stormed down stairs, ready to wrangle somebody.
He yanked open the door, preparing to lecture whomever it was on the other side about ringing his doorbell non-stop early in the morning, until he saw who it was.
Kimberly Jones, the object of his desire since he laid eyes on her, also known as his mate, but she didn't know that.
It was early in the morning and there she was - looking like sin in heels. Her short skirt was tight, revealing her long shapely legs and showing off her curves, double score. He tried to keep his gaze off her ever so present cleavage, but it was staring right at him. Taunting him with what he could never have, with what he could only hope to obtain. Her silky brown hair was pinned up to the top of her head, a pink ribbon tied around it in a neat bow. On her face, she wore the same blank determined look. Henry was exceptionally good at reading people's faces, but with Kim, he rarely knew what she was thinking. Only when she was deep in thought, not guarding her expressions, could he read the strong emotion swirling in her emerald eyes.
"It's seven thirty." She snapped, pointing to her wristwatch. She was always straight to the point, moving quickly unconcerned about stopping to smell the roses. Henry always believed it was because she feared a rose she stopped to smell'd prick her.
He let her in, noticing how she went out of her way to keep from touching him. His wolf was furiously that his mate would dislike them. He grimaced. "I'm sorry to say, but my mother has come down with something. She won't be coming to work." He watched her face fall. She obviously enjoyed her job. If he had told any of the other people who worked for his mother that their boss was sick, they would have been celebrating, but not Kim.
She looked sad after he told her that. "I'm sorry; does that mean I will not be working today?" He could hear the utter disappointment in her voice.
Why did she look so upset over a single day off work? If she didn't want to leave and he certainly didn't want her to leave, then why should she leave? He quickly made up an excuse for her to stay. "My mother asked for you to tend to her while in her sickness. I tried getting a house nurse, but she would have none of that. I told her she should have someone more experienced tending to her. You aren't afraid to be around a sick person, are you?" He asked concerned. He didn't want her to feel obligated to stay if she felt uncomfortable or nauseous to be around a sick person.
She nodded, giving me a slightly annoyed look. Had he said anything to offend her? He turned away, leading her up the long curved set of stairs. He didn't have to ask her to follow him or even look back to see if she was there. He could smell her. Oh God, did he smell her. She smelled so appetizing, like peaches and cream. He recognized that scent from miles away. That scent haunted him at night. His head was overflowing with many questions. Why did she always smell like peaches? Was it natural? Did she also taste like peaches, just as sweet and incredibly tasty? Boy, did he want to taste her.
Most mates, when they found each other, instantly are hit by a tidal wave of sexual need. It's Mother Nature's way of populating their pack at a quick pace. They desire each other so intensely that some mates have walked out of the room in the middle of the pack meeting. Henry felt that sexual urge right when Kim walked through the door. Not only was she the most stunning girl he had ever laid eyes on, but she smelled better than a Thanksgiving dinner to a half-starved wolf. He craved her approval far more than his next meal. Which, before he met her, meant a lot. You see, wolves have needs in a specific order: Food, water, space to run, and companionship. It went in that specific order, until you met your mate. She instantly becomes your first priority above all other things. Air meant nothing to a mated wolf. Henry wouldn't care if someone suffocated him, as long as he was with Kim.
She was soft in all the right places, places he wanted to hold and caress. She had fair skin like snow white, which he eagerly wanted to lick and taste its sweetness. Her hair was waist long and chocolaty brown. When the sun hit it just right, it gave off a reddish hue, sending him into a lustful frenzy. He felt like a lovesick pup pining after his mate, and pining was exactly what he was doing. He was getting nowhere with her. Did she have the same empty feeling when she left him as he felt when she left him? He felt bereft and depraved. Like someone had come in, taken his favorite pet from him, and left him alone in an empty room.
"Henry, baby?" He heard Stephanie call from his room. Both he and Kim turned to the sound of her voice suddenly filling in the uncomfortable silence. He didn't like the silence, but it was tolerable when he was in the presence of his mate. The last thing he wanted was for Kim to meet Steph. Steph could be very intimidating and protective over what was hers and in this case, she would believe it was he.
Henry saw her standing his doorway, wearing nothing but his bed sheet and a smile. He used to think Steph was extremely sexy but compared to Kim: Steph was okay. No female held a candle light to Kim's beauty; she was the sun while they were all flowers. They were lovely, but she was divine.
Steph was a single she wolf in a pack of viscous territorial males. Men staked a claim on her daily, but she didn't care. She was beyond narcissistic. Her mental image of herself was vain. "When are you gonna come back to the room? I'm getting cold." She whined. Her whining was the least attractive thing about her, in Henry's opinion, and she did it quite frequently.
. Steph's sky blue eyes landed on Kim and she scowled, he could see her wolf ready to attack what it suspected was taking away what was hers. He knew that if he didn't intervene soon that Steph would attack his mate and that would not end well. So he let out a low warning growl. If Steph attacked, she would die. When someone threatened the life of a wolf's mate, that wolf would die. No doubt about it.
