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“I appreciate the suggestion.”

I manage to keep my face straight, as Paige huffs, hiding her face on the table.

I approach the table with quiet steps. “We can do the entire session through the blanket to get you used to touch. I’m going to put some pressure on your shoulders, okay?”

She nods.

“Words, beautiful.”

“Yes, Halo.”

It is my heart that is now beating too fast. My breathing that is too fast and shallow.

If I was assessing myself, I would be putting myself on emergency monitoring.

Except, I know what’s caused the reaction.

It’s because I am touching this Omega even through a blanket and her clothes, and it feels like at each sweep of my hands, I am being electrified.

I don’t care whether she’s my scent match.

She is my fated Omega.

Otherwise, why do I feel like I am being shaken apart every time that I use broad, slow pressure over her shoulders to massage and she lets out breathy gasps of what I recognize as involuntary pleasure?

I focus on increasing both her pleasure and acceptance of touch.

“Are you okay if I move to your left arm?” I check.

“Yes, Halo.” Paige’s voice is already softer.

I alternate between gentle compressions and squeezes.

Paige’s fingers uncurl from their hold on the blanket.

She can’t realize that she has instinctively bared her neck to me.

It’s lucky that I’m not in rut, or I would be struggling not to bite her pretty throat right now when it is being offered like that.

“You’re in control,” I remind her. “Can I adjust the table to spread your legs and work on them?”

She drowsily nods. “Yes, Halo.”

With difficulty, I bite back answering good Omega.

I lean over Paige’s hips, changing the angle of the massage table. Then I change the bottom portion, which is made up of adjustable leg supports. I lower them, spreading them apart as much as I can when she is wearing a short skirt, so that I can move between them.

Then I fold the blanket back to cover her ass.

“May I massage your thighs like this?” I ask.

“Please,” she murmurs.

It’s close enough to begging that I can’t help how hard my cock becomes. I’m glad now that I only took off my top.

I place both my palms on her thigh.

It is both intimate and caring at the same time.