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55–Oil Massage By Alpha Cain

Nora:

“Why? Can’t you do that? Are you not confident in yourself?” he raised his thick brow and I held my

chin up.

I knew he was provoking me to accept his offer, but it also made me feel a little superior. More like,

what if asking Natalya to be his model was just his way of trying to get me to be his model from the

beginning?

I don’t understand why I felt so special, but it would also help Natalya avoid getting herself into a

situation that would make her and my friendship awkward afterward.

“I’m not afraid of anything. I have a lot of self–control,” those words slipped from my lips, and he

certainly didn’t show any mercy.

“I wasn’t talking about self–control, but okay, everyone has their own flaws,” he quickly backed

away and walked back to the canvas, replacing it with a new one.

“So, are we starting now?” I gulped, rubbing my elbow shyly.

“No! Take your time, we’ll start after twenty years,” he taunted, preparing everything for the session.

I gulped and closed my eyes to prepare myself.

I had been pondering his painting technique, and it intrigued me. There was something very

interesting about watching him paint. Ever since I got here, even when I didn’t admit it, I had

wondered how it would feel to be sitting on a high stool in front of him, being a subject

of his interest.

“Do I have to take off my clothes?” I asked, approaching him steadily as he grabbed the stool and

placed it under the ceiling lamp. He then turned around to walk over to the switchboard and started

adjusting the light, choosing a warm orange hue.

“Why, do you want to get naked?” he inquired in a taunting tone, and I immediately shook my head

“No! But I know that’s how you paint. I don’t want you to paint me just to waste time.” I bit my tongue

when I couldn’t express exactly what I wanted to say. I was just curious about what he was planning

to do.

“Nora! Nora! Nora!” he shook his head, saying my name before grabbing the glass and taking a

quick sip. I don’t know why, but everything he did was so masculine that it intrigued me.

“I’ll need you to change,” he finally grew serious. At this point, I even wanted my drawing to be done

professionally. And it’s not every day that the alpha king paints you. His paintings would always be

displayed to the councils for big events, and because it’s not that strange for werewolves to be

naked, people focus more on the artistic value of it. Or simply put, no one is going to bat an eye

when an alpha king is painting someone naked. All the she–wolves were of legal age.

He strode towards the side room and emerged holding a white, thin shirt. It was his own shirt. “Go

change into this,” he dropped it in my lap. not even paying attention to my face. “Don’t wear

anything under it, just the shirt,” he said.

“Not even underwear?” I asked.

“No!” he shook his head, and my heart started beating loudly. He was busy tucking one paintbrush

behind his ear and adjusting paint colors

him.

“Why? Is there a problem?” he finally noticed that I had been staring for too long.

“No!” I shook my head like a fool when I should have said yes. I walked back to my bedroom and

took off my clothes, watching my naked body in the mirror and feeling shy. I slipped into his shirt

and also realized why he didn’t want me to wear anything else. His shirt was long enough to land on

my thighs.

I frowned because there was a weird urge in my body to smell his shirt. Looking around and making

sure he hadn’t followed me, I sniffed through his shirt, and all I could utter was, “Sweet Goddess!

What the heck!” It was so intoxicating. I wanted to keep sniffing with my eyes closed. But then I

knew I had to return to his studio. When I walked back into the studio, I was stunned to see his abs

shining. Did he just apply oil to his abs?

“Now!” he walked over to me and in a swift move grabbed me under my arms and tossed me over

the stool as if I were a feather. I gulped but refrained from complaining.

“Now take it off slightly,” while I sat before him, he started to unbutton my shirt until a deep cleavage

came into display. I was a bit hesitant. because my breasts were a bit too big, and since I wasn’t

wearing any bra, I looked really lewd.

He pulled the shirt down from my shoulders and gestured at me to hold my shirt. I was too stunned

to even notice his gesture, so he had to say it out loud, “hold it here,” he applied a little pressure

between my boobs, and I quickly obeyed him, clutching my shirt and crumpling it between my

boobs but not pressing too hard. It was a pose where it appeared as if I held my shirt before it fell

down.

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“Now!” even he gulped when his eyes traveled to my legs. Leaving two buttons close, he started to

unbutton the rest of the shirt, and I quickly shut my legs and turned my head to the other side.

“Leg over the other,” he spoke in a husky, awkward request. I placed my leg over the other and

covered my vagina. He pushed the shirt back to reveal my stomach. It was such a racy pose that I

don’t know how long we could focus on work. But just when I thought that would be it, he walked

back to his main desk and came back with the oil he had applied on his abs. So he was testing it on

his abs first? I didn’t have time to think more about anything because he now had the oil on his

hands as he rubbed them together. He walked behind me, making me frown in confusion. His cold

hands came in touch with my shoulder, and I cursed myself mentally. It was going to be a wild night.

I knew the minute he began massaging my shoulders. His hands made a circular movement before

slowly traveling forward.

I stayed tight–lipped, letting him bring his hands to my neck and down my chest. Then slowly, his

muscular strong hands reached my half- naked boobs.