THE MASSAGE

DIEGO'S POV

“I'm serious, Alpha Diego. I'm going to massage your legs this evening and every other evening until you can feel them again.” Something about the way she made that promise stirred me up.

I thought, ‘well, let me see just how much she means what she said’.

“Oh really?” I asked, turning away from my closet. “Are you sure you can withstand that?”

As I got closer and closer, I saw her hands dig into the chair she was sitting on. “Please don't be crass. It's only a massage.” She said.

“Well, go on then.” I positioned myself in front of her, with only a towel covering my lower body. I saw how her gaze lingered on my abs before she dragged it away to pick up her massage cloth.

It pleased my ego to see that she was attracted to my body despite being in a wheelchair.

I watched her as she started from my feet and worked her way up. Her hands shook a little at the beginning, but I saw how she soon got immersed in this task she took upon herself. My wolf danced around in my head.