CHAPTER 262: CHAPTER 262 - (R18) RELEASING THROUGH REFLEXOLOGY

Knowing that Claire was the reason... doesn’t actually entirely make me as calm as I might have expected. Because now that I know she has access to photos which she probably legally should not...

Does she have a bunch of Kyrie as well? Since people who aren’t even mates are apparently allowed to confiscate those from friends, then maybe when I sit down and talk with her while doing the scan, I’ll also...

"In the end, I don’t think it really helped. Not for me anyway, there was nothing relaxing about it then. I’m terrible at relaxing myself."

I could believe that. Even now, providing me this service, there was a level of rigid form and strain in her movements. Like she was monitoring my every reaction for signs she should immediately stop.

"You don’t have to be so careful. I’ll tell you if I’m done with this. And I am... a werewolf. I’m not all so fragile."

She looked like she’d been caught and sighed while nodding. Still not fully at ease, but lessening that vigilant edge to her just a touch.

"I think you’re not used to wearing heels. Your calves look tight too."

Working at a particularly stubborn knot she found in one spot, her voice took on a slightly bossy tone. I scoffed at her and the way she sought to reach for even more permission for contact.

"Don’t push your luck, I agreed to feet. That’s all."

She smiled at my warning that held no particular ice or anger for her obvious attempt. With nothing much else to do as I lay back and she continued her work, I found myself studying her awake face in the dim light.

The concentration in her expression, the way her white hair fell forward while she looked down at her lap. All while feeling her thumbs and palms rub on feet that...

I probably could have at least taken a water bottle and rag to and washed off a little I did shower, but then I also ran around in those sneakers afterward!

Other than *that* detail, this is nice. Just... nice. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than that.

My wolf huffed with its chin flat on the slab of | Guardian’s Composure |. It was pretty much enjoying the sensations I shared, but certainly I think it was expecting one of us to take more advantage of the other than this.

"Hm!"

Her thumbs pressed deeper and hit a pressure point for the solar plexus that I... knew existed but didn’t know she did. A completely involuntary sound escaped my throat. Something between a gasp of pain and a moan of relief that made my face burn with embarrassment.

"Sorry, did that hurt?"

Kyrie’s stupidly skilled hands stilled immediately as she apologized just for knowing her technique so well. Swallowing and taking in a breath, I responded. Though my voice was still slightly hoarse.

"No. It’s... it’s fine. It was good. Keep going."

She resumed her ministrations, unlocking parts that even Dahlia did not find. Perhaps she was right about the heels, but maybe it has also been the stress eating and other unhealthy situations that have left my body in worse alignment than I thought.

Even closing my eyes, I could feel her watching my face. Each press of her fingers seemed to send little sparks up my legs and into organs. I had to work to keep my breathing steady.

Because Helene’s reactions to all of this is just a little different what I remember mine being. I did enjoy the professional we had at the palace, but not like this. Not *this* sort of enjoyment.

It’s just a foot massage. Vrika. Say it with me. It’s just... a foot massage...

But it wasn’t. Not when her strong hands were working with such focused attention, not when every touch felt deliberate and caring for her momentary patient.

Rolling, flexing, and pressuring my toes one by one... when she traced along the now over sensitive sides I couldn’t suppress the soft whimper that escaped. My toes actually curled with pleasure when she activated a release in my adrenal glands.

"Citra... are you...?"

Her questioning voice held something I couldn’t identify, but was akin to surprise. Opening my eyes, I saw the hint-taking wolf’s eyes finally flickering like a candlelight.

"Don’t... stop, stupid wolf."

I breathed the insult out, then immediately regretted how desperate the first part sounded. But she listened. If anything, her touch became even more delicate in motion and firm in working her craft.

Goddesses, she could have had the pick of any kingdom she wanted if she worked as a pathway cleanser. Why did she have to get so ridiculously good at this if it was just for Claire?!

The black wolf in my mindscape was just... unhelpful. Twitching and rubbing into the surface it laid on as the sensations caused it to roll about like I used to when finding a nice patch of mint.

She found another pressure point that made my whole leg tingle with an icy fire... and then another that had me gripping the edges of the mattress. Trying hard to stay quiet and maintain some amount of dignity.

Then she actually went for it. Holding my heels and pressing with each thumb into the spot connected to the pelvic region. All but forcibly relaxing where I’d been holding tight.

My back arched as a quick but intense release shook me. I felt my mouth open and heard myself make an almost laughing giggle as my body danced away from her on the bed.

...Battle lost... there is no hiding that.

"Oh. That... I’m sorry."

Her hands had jerked away when I did, and when I roll my neck to see what she was doing... her back is pressed against the headboard and she is holding her hands curled out, fingers apart as if she was just burned.

Well, maybe by the fire of such devoted attention being lavished on me by a beauty?

"I was just... I didn’t mean to-"

"Don’t apologize. I hadn’t told you to stop, had I?"

I interrupted the woman quickly, though my voice was just a little shakier and... brighter than I’d like. But I can’t help being just a bit amused while I’m feeling so unwound, can I?

Very cognizant of how I must look to her, I start to sit up. Face flushed and breathing hard from... well a tiny orgasm she gave me because of a foot massage of all things. It was clearly not how she expected any of that to go when she offered.

Licking the corners of my lips and biting my tongue, I try to argue with my wolf over what should happen from here. Because like me, it didn’t stay satisfied for very long.

No, we need to leave. Now. Before this gets any more complicated. Two nights in a row... well, she’ll start expecting it if I’m that generous.

Vrika has no care about that - all the spirit wants is the instant gratification! Well, it’s not all it wants... it wants me to lose myself and agree to being marked - but I’m more than onto it.

"...That was..."

I cleared my throat after I started, trying to regain more severity to my voice. But I know my eyes are still glowing and that I’m still smirking at her without any of my usual snobbish tilts.

"Well. Thank you for that. I guess I owe you a favor now."

Stretching languidly and making a show of collecting myself, Kyrie sat there looking apologetic... and also like her bright orange eyes would happily be glued to my chest if I only offered. Maybe it’s the athletic bra and she just realized how well supported they are?

In any case, the power dynamic had shifted dangerously in those moments. With me vulnerable and her in control if she had chosen to disobey... and I needed to reclaim it immediately.

"You know..."

Trailing off while standing and gathering what things I intend to bring out of the container - phone and water bottle mostly - I spoke my lines with a very deliberate informalness. Even when I grabbed a pair of clean underwear and held it off of a single finger as I turned around.

"I think this world has a certain phrase for this sort of arrangement between us."

Kyrie looked up at me with those brightly glowing eyes, clearly trying to process what had just happened. What I intend to do because of it. She probably is much too worried that I’m running away.

And I am, but not far. Yes, even if I’m wearing a jogging outfit. It’s not like some uniform for distance running, you know?

Stalking over, I hold out my free hand and she takes it very, very quickly. Helping her to her feet and backing out of the shipping container, I activated the | Single Parent Stash | ability. It disappeared behind her in an instant.

"Friends with benefits."

Leaving only the two of us in the warehouse, where I proceeded to shrug off her slightly reluctant grip. Where I began to walk to where the building’s restroom was, smiling back at the Alpha CEO where she stood, unclear whether she was supposed to follow me or not.

I’m truly not very clear myself.