Chapter 116

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Her back

116: 116.

Her back Aria

“Oh, God’s yes, just like that,” Hazel sighs, leaning back into Felix’s hands as he rubs the body scrub on her back.

“Louder, please. I don’t think the whole pack heard you,” I gripe.

Turns out Felix’s idea of essentials is different from mine.

Where I pack the breast of clothing and some backup lighters, Felix’s bag is an expedition pack where he packed clothes, skincare an of course, chocolate.

“Fuck off, Ms. gang bang,” Hazel retorts.

“ I’d like to see you hold your shit together when Felix scrubs you down.

My face flushes at her remark.

“She is right, these hands are half magic, half experience,” Felix winks.

“It’s like he’s working out the issues of tomorrow, Quinley,” Quinnie says, carefully applying the face mask on my cheeks.

“One of you bitches better reciprocate,” Fleix says playfully.

“I got you,” Hazel says.

“I used to work as a masseuse before I got the design job with Aria.”

Felix gasps and looks at me.

“You never told me this.”

“Why would I when you already agreed to rub us down?” I give him a saucy wink.

Quinnie finishes doing my mask, and I start to work on her while Felix and Hazel switch places.

She dips her hands into the body scrub and starts to work it up on Felix’s legs.

The male gives a little simmy of delight.

“Damn, you are a professional.” His words come out between a moan and a relaxed breath.

“Gotta earn my keep somehow,” Hazel jokes.

“Oh, I think you’ve been earning it just fine. Keeping our resident grouch good and busy has truly been appreciated.”

My wolf’s ears, and my own if I’m being honest, perk up at that.

As if she read my thought, Quinnie says, “I did hear a thing or two about a certain head enforcer sticking to you like, well, like on a possessive male could.”

Hazel does her best to look nonchalant, but there is a flush to her cheeks that has me momentarily speechless.

The full weight of Quinnie and Felix’s words sinks in.

“Liam,” I practically screech.

“You’re fucking my brother!”

Karma is a cruel mistress, my wolf snorts.

Not now.

“I am not fucking him,” Hazel whispers, looking towards the door like he might materialize any second.

Felix peeks over his shoulder.“But you want to.”

I let out an exaggerated groan.

“Eww, this is so fucking gross. I thought you had better taste.”

Hazel blinks in surprise.

“That was not the reaction I was expecting at all.”

Me either.

“Do you want me to be mad?”

“I mean no, it’s just strange to hear you so… accepting.” Her hands slowly continue to work on Felix’s back, and he makes a sound like a purring cat.

“For the record, I’m no jumping up and down at the prospect of you doing,” I hold in my gag at the thought of anything sexual involving my brother, “whatever with Liam. But I’m not pissed about it either.” I take a moment to organize my words.

“Alot has changed for me in such a short amount of time, and my relationship with my brother has come a long way.

I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“It’s not like that,” Hazel says.

I give her a look, and she is quick to dismiss it.

“Your brother…it’s not like that.

We might fool around a bit, and then we’ll go our separate ways.

Plus, you know I’m straight about things.”

“Oh, I know,” I say.

“You should know that dominant males aren’t so easily handled,” Quinnie says, pulling out the heated towels from the steaming water.

“They aren’t like human males, and Liam is just a little bit more.

“More,” Hazel questions.

Felix sits up and applies the mask to Hazel.

“You’ve seen his beast.” Hazel nods.

“That isn’t normal for any shifter. He’s stronger, probably stronger than Ronan. But with that comes a boost in dominance that will have him pushing himself into your space and expecting you to deal with it. He won’t be easily discouraged or warned away unless he wants to. It’s just the way of dominant males.”

There is something to Felix’s words that makes me think he knows more than he’s letting on.

This doesn’t just seem like friendly advice; it’s almost like he’s trying to prepare Hazel for something.

“Sounds like he has a hard time with the word no,” Hazel mutters putting the mask on Felix.

“In a sense, yes, he will. But Liam is a good male and an even better friend; he won’t overstep boundaries that are important to you.”

Hazel looks at me, asking a question with her eyes.

I raise my hands.

“You too are grown. Either way, I’m going to pretend I don’t know shit for my own sanity. Though it would be kinda cool for you to be my sister.”

Hazel tosses one of the towels at me, and I catch it with a laugh.

We all lay down and place the warm towels on our faces.

A collective sigh fills the room.

“We should make this a weekly thing,” Quinnie says.

“I’d be down.

But we would need to convince one of the warriors to let us go on a shopping trip to get more stuff.”

“I think I can make that happen,” Quinnie’s voice has a hint of mischievousness in it.

“Umm, I bet you could. The new warriors seem to be real sweet on you, precious little submissives,” Felix teases.

“Hey, I only use my powers for good,” Quinnie squeaks.

“Sure you do. At any rate, it sure is making a certain enforcer pretty irritable,” I say, thinking of Sebastian’s snarling face every time one of the warriors would offer to help Quinnie with just about anything.

“I am so lost here,” Hazel says.

“Quinnie is the victim of a dominant male’s indecisiveness,” Felix says bitterly.

“He’s an enforcer, Sebastian, and he’s been playing the push and pull game for years.”

“Fuck,” Hazel says.

“Tell me about it.

Watching it is enough to give me blue balls.”

“So he’s a cock blocker?” Hazel asks.

“Try a five-foot wall. Wide, not tall.” Quinnie complains.

“Ugh, that sucks,” Hazel grumbles.

“Tell me about it.

I haven’t ridden anything across the finish line in months, and my wolf is getting seriously bitchy.”

Felix’s voice comes out exasperated.“I know.

I’m tired of fucking my hand.

It’s seriously pathetic.

I mean, look at me, I was made to be worshiped.”

“God, you too?

Fuck it, just find someone else then,” Hazel says flippanly.

There is a brief moment of silence.

No doubt Felix, Quinnie, and I are thinking of how well that will go over with Sebastian.

Hell, even Dex has been off for a while now.

Honestly, it’s more likely to cause a fight, which could roll over into one between Kade and Sebsation on sheer principle.

And if Dex hurts Felix again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop Liam from taking it into his own hands.

But….

“You know,” I sit up and remove the towel from my face, wiping the mask residue from my face.

“Hazel has a point. Why should you have to suffer just because he wants you, but doesn’t want to do anything about it? It is not far for him to warn guys off and not do anything at the same time.”

The three of them sit up and start removing their own towels.

“Aria is right. We can’t let them keep getting away with their shit,” Felix says, looking in between us like the cat who got the canary.

“We could even help each other.”

“I sense a plan coming on,” I say wickedly.

Frankly, I’m so down to ruffle a little fur if it means supporting my friends.

My wolf agrees with me.

“I’m in,” Hazel says.

As we speak about various ways to bring Dex and Sebastian to their knees, I wonder if Barric ever thought this is what relaxing would look like for me.

***

“You smell good,” Ronan says, pulling me into his arms as soon as I walk through our bedroom door.

His scent, like smoke and firewood, wraps around me, and my wolf gets close to my skin, wanting to run against it.

I straddle his lap, wanting the same closeness.

Ronan wraps his arms around me, a contented rumble escaping him.

“Where is everyone?”

Strong fingers pull at the tie of my ponytail, releasing my hair, then delve into the strands messaging my scalp.

“Barric is checking more of the cleared rooms, and Kade is helping store some of the game the males caught today.”

“Hmm. And how are you doing?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

The question looks like it catches him off guard.

“I’m good.”

I don’t say anything.

Instead, I just wait, allowing him the space he needs to be vulnerable.

“I’m a bit lost.

I’m in my head at the moment.

I really thought we would get Aldrin, and it would all be over.

But I failed, and now there are even more lives banking on the calls I make.”

“There is not just your call.

Every Alpha has a say, and if they all agree with you, then they are just as responsible.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Would it have been nice to just get to Aldrin and get everything over with? Sure. But I’m a firm believer in things happening the way they should. This war was inevitable. Maybe having the chance to know who stands on what side will be a positive thing.”

Ronan smirks.

“Didn’t think you’d be the one telling me to look on the bright side.”

I know he’s changing the subject, just like I know he needs some t to process everything I just said, so instead of calling him on it, I play.

I nip his bottom lip.

“Don’t be a dick.”

He bucks his hips up, letting the hard length rub between my legs.

“But you like it.”

I do.

“Lay back,”

He narrows his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to show you just how much I do.”

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