The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 319: Chapter 319 Little Massage Turned Into...

Then, without needing a command, the caravan guards naturally fell into motion. Some gathered dry branches and twigs to start a fire, while others began preparing the vegetables for cooking.

Addison sank down beneath the shade of the great tree, letting herself relax at last. Hours of riding, with her body tense from both the journey and Zion’s constant presence, had left her muscles stiff and sore.

She leaned back slightly, massaging her legs, especially her thighs, which had been pressed tightly against the horse’s sides the entire way.

”Need some help?” Zion’s deep voice broke the quiet as he appeared in front of her, holding out an animal-skin flask. Without waiting for her answer, he offered it, and Addison accepted, tilting her head back to take a long drink.

By the time the cool water slid down her throat, Zion was already crouching before her, one knee bent to the ground. Without a word, he carefully slipped off her shoe, his touch deliberate but gentle. Addison said nothing, only watching his every move through lowered lashes as she sipped again from the flask.

His hands moved to her calf, fingers kneading with a slow, steady rhythm that worked the tension from her muscles.

”Hmmm...” A soft, satisfied moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her head tipping back against the tree as her eyes fluttered shut.

”Feeling good?” Zion asked, his voice low and rough, a husky rasp that betrayed his restraint. His gaze lingered on her, drinking her in, even as he swallowed hard against the dryness in his throat.

”Yeah... you’re hitting the right spot,” Addison admitted honestly, unable to deny the relief coursing through her muscles. He was far better at this than she was, and how could he not be, when he used to knead the soreness from his own legs after grueling battles on the front lines?

But her body wasn’t like his. Her soft, delicate skin yielded beneath his calloused fingers, supple as if he were pressing into a warm marshmallow. Zion couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more, her, with the bliss painted across her face, or him, intoxicated by the feel of her.

His thumbs dug deeper, slow and steady, but his hands refused to stop, drifting higher with each stroke until they brushed the edge of her thigh.

Addison’s breathing turned uneven the moment Zion’s warm, calloused hands slid higher up her thigh. Every inch his long fingers traveled left her hyperaware, hypersensitive that her muscles quivered with a mix of tension and anticipation.

Heat coiled in her core, winding tighter with each second, until his voice broke through, low and husky.

”How does it feel here?”

The question vibrated against her skin like a touch of its own. His tone was dark, magnetic, so intoxicating it was as if his voice alone seeped into her, filling her ears and sinking into her bones.

And yet, what truly made her shiver was the way his fingers lingered, so close to her most sensitive place, it felt like her body was about to unravel.

”Hmmm...” Addison whimpered softly, her hips shifting almost involuntarily. Thankfully, she had chosen a spot beneath the tree that wasn’t too conspicuous, a place meant for her to rest, though it might also be the very reason Zion dared to be so bold with her now.

”Zion...” His name spilled from her lips in a raspy, breathless moan she hadn’t even realized she made. Her eyes fluttered closed, torn between feeling utterly relaxed and unbearably worked up.

”Fuck, Addie... I just can’t keep my hands off you,” Zion growled lowly, his voice laced with hunger. His lips crashed against hers before she could respond, his hand roaming her thigh with deliberate pressure while his other palm gripped the curve of her ass possessively.

Addison gasped for air, her mouth parting slightly, only for Zion to seize the moment. His tongue slipped past her lips, teasing, coaxing, then catching her smaller tongue between his own. He sucked lightly, then tangled with her in a slow, consuming dance that left her head spinning.

Addison’s fingers clenched at the fabric of Zion’s shirt, torn between pushing him away or dragging him even closer.

Her grip only tightened, betraying her indecision, and that hesitation gave Zion the perfect chance to deepen the kiss. His broad frame loomed over her, shielding her from sight, as though the world beyond them ceased to exist.

His thumb drifted lower, brushing over her clothed pussy, circling deliberately where her heat pulsed strongest. Even through the fabric of her riding pants, he could feel the wetness gathering, the scorching need radiating from her.

”Hnn...” Addison whimpered, her body jerking as if jolted by a live current. Every muscle coiled tight, her mind dissolving into static as pleasure surged through her.

”Addie...” Zion murmured between fervent kisses, his voice low, husky, his emerald eyes burning with hunger. ”How about here... am I massaging this spot just right?”

The desire swirling in his gaze felt like a trap she didn’t want to escape. Addison could see her reflection in his eyes—flushed, trembling, already surrendering—and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to resist anymore.

Zion pressed harder, quickening his pace as his thumb circled her swollen nub, drawing a sharp roll of Addison’s hips in response. ”Hmm... looks like I’m doing more than just fine,” he murmured with a crooked smile, answering his own question.

He leaned closer, her uneven breaths brushing hot against his cheek as the sound of her ragged breathing filled the space between them. She was teetering at the edge of pleasure, her body trembling with every stroke he gave her, and Zion wasn’t about to let her enjoy it all without him.

Guiding her hand downward, he pressed it against the rigid bulge straining in his pants, his lips brushing her ear as he chuckled darkly. ”Addie... how about you help me massage my soreness too?” he rasped, the teasing edge in his voice making her shiver.

Addison caught his lower lip between her teeth in a playful bite, a gesture that Zion instantly took as agreement. The spark of it made his arousal spike, his cock twitching with barely restrained anticipation.

She felt it too, the faint jerk beneath her palm pulling her gaze upward until her eyes locked with his. What she saw there was raw encouragement and unspoken hunger, which made her stomach flip violently.

Slowly, almost testing herself, Addison let her fingers trail down the length of his hardness through his pants, from the swollen tip to the very base. The fabric dulled the sensation, yet there was no mistaking just how hard he was, and the realization alone sent a shiver racing through her as her anticipation swelled into something even sharper, even needier.

’Oh God, please help me.’ Addison cried out inwardly as she swallowed hard, her body trembling under his touch. But Zion didn’t relent; his thumb kept tracing relentless circles, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her until she squirmed uncontrollably.

Without realizing it, her grip on his cock tightened, harder than she intended.

”Fuck, Addie...” Zion growled, his voice low and ragged, his breath hitching. The sharp edge of her grip hurt, but twisted inside that pain was a pulse of raw pleasure that made him grunt deeply.