6...Mate touch...

[Flashback continues]

The sane part of me wants to tell Barry 'no', but the insane part of me was totally agreeing to everything he says, anticipating the naughty things he would do to me.

"Lie down flat" he ordered with his deep, low voice, the voice most girls likes to hear. I exhaled before lying flat as he had ordered.

He placed his hands around my ankles and let his gaze slide down my body before locking eyes with me. "I'm gonna be touching your body, Pixie" he said, silently seeking my permission with his eyes.

I nodded slowly, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly.

I inhaled "Let's just this thing and be done with it"

He stared at me with focus before replying "Okay, then" he licked his lips and glanced back at Mr. Desmond, who could only catch a partial view of us due to Barry's solid frame blocking him from seeing the whole view.

He moved his head back to the front to look at me. He met my intent stare, making our gaze connect.

I blinked, forgetting for a moment that we were still in the gym, surrounded by other werewolves.

"For now, I'll just be giving you a leg massage" He said, his hands slowly gliding over my legs to begin the massage. He turned his head to the back again and when he looked back at me, a mischievous smirk was playing on his lips.

"Now Pete's probably wondering what's going on between the playboy and the sharp-tongued beauty he refused to pay his attention to." He remarked, his fingers trailing along my legs, playfully biting his lip with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

He ran his fingers along my legs, slowly moving up to my bare thighs since I was wearing shorts.

"You have such smooth skin, it's really nice" he complimented, his fingers lingering on my legs. "No thank you for the compliment?"

Is he serious right now?

I took a deep breath and turned my face to the side. "No."

I heard his short, low laughter before he continued trailing his fingers, moving slowly and carefully.

The gentle touch of Barry's fingertips sent heat all over my body, making me breathe out softly. When his fingers reached my upper thighs, he began to massage them in a slow, teasing motion.

"Do you want me to stop now?" he asked, his low voice filled with concern as he continued the massage, his fingers moving slowly and sensually.

"No" I breathed out, my response coming out way too quickly. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to see where this would lead to, plus Barry's touch felt incredibly good, but I'm not about to let him know that.

His hands moved closer to my inner thighs, and our eyes locked in an intense gaze. He gently placed the pads of his fingers on my inner thighs and began rubbing them in a slow and nice motion.

"Barry?" I whispered softly.

"Do you want me to stop now?" he asked again, his expression filled with that same concern and his voice still low and gentle.

I swallowed and shook my head, unable to utter a word.

His tongue ran over his lips to briefly lick his lips innocently. "Are you sure, P?"

I nodded. I was so damn sure I wanted this.

Slowly, Barry moved his hands sideways, stopping when he reached near my hips.

My breathing had changed, and my heart was pounding irregularly. I silently prayed that he wouldn't pick up on the stupid sounds with his sharp werewolf hearing.

He locked eyes with me, a deep seriousness seen far down inside those green eyes, then I felt something in my stomach from his touch.

"Ohh" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He parted his lips, his voice soft and gentle. "You want me to stop?" he asked, his eyes mirroring the tenderness in his voice. He started to take his hand off my skin but I quickly grabbed his hand, indicating that I didn't want him to stop.

His eyes bore into mine and his lips parted. I gave him a nod in response to his unmasked question.

He firmly gripped my hips with his strong hands, applying a gentle pressure. Slowly, he moved his hands up to my waist, sliding them under my tank top. The warmth of his palm against my bare stomach caused me to let out a soft exhale.

"Oh, B" I whispered again, feeling the electricity of his touch on my skin. His fingers traced a path down towards the waistband of my shorts, never breaking eye contact with me. "Barry" I whispered once more, my voice so low and soft and making it obvious that Barry's touch did something to me.

A lopsided smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke in a low, husky voice. "You called my name like you've never been touched this way."

I swallowed hard, my gaze locked on him. He was right. Barry was the first guy I had allowed to touch me in such an intimate manner, and I couldn't quite understand why. But something inside me didn't want him to stop.

Realization dawned on Barry, and the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"Pixie" he called, narrowing his eyes at me. "Has no one ever touched your body like this before?"

I simply stared at him, my silence giving him the answer he needed, but I was sure as hell it wasn't the answer he expected.

"You've never been touched?" He asked again for confirmation, but I was to timid to utter a word.

He removed his hands from my body like I'd burned him badly, his gaze fixed on me, his lips slightly parted. "How is that even possible?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "Has no one ever touched your hips, groped you, or anything?" His voice dropped to a very low whisper.

I shook my head shyly "I just don't let anyone touch me"

He licked his lips in that innocent way again, running his hand through his hair. "P" he called out, sighing softly. "Why did you let me, then?"

I didn't respond. I couldn't.

"Why did you let me touch you?" He asked again in a whisper.

"I don't know" I answered softly, because that was the truth.

His lips formed that sexy shape they take on when he's deep in concentration.

"Maybe it's just my curiosity, wanting to know how it feels" I admitted timidly.

"Come on, P" he said in a slow, concerned tone. "You shouldn't have let me touch you so easily. What if you were uncomfortable? Maybe that's why you don't let other guys touch you."

"But I wasn't..."

He interrupted me, his voice filled with worry. "What if it was something more than this? What if it was sex? Would you let me go that far?..." his eyes went more serious "Would you let me fuck you? Hmm?"

I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond.

"You know how I am when it comes to touching girls" he said, his eyes turning dark and piercing as they locked onto mine. "Once I start, it's hard for me to stop. Yet, you let me start with you."

"Sex is a whole different game" I stated

He let out a short, low laugh. "How did I not realize how innocent and naive you were all this time?" He threw his arms up in exasperation. "Pixie, I have a way of turning a simple touch into something more, don't you fucking know that?"

He pulled me up by my wrist, causing me to sit up, and brought his face close to mine. "Don't you ever try that again" he warned, his breath brushing against my skin. "Run from me, princess..." He paused to run his gaze over my face "or I might end up fucking you senseless"

"Any problem?" Mr. Desmond's voice suddenly interrupted, and Barry quickly moved away.

He didn't respond to Mr Desmond's question and I remained silent too, I think that was because there was actually a serious problem between us.

"Barry" the trainer called out sternly, "I'm replacing you with Pete" he informed, and I glanced up to see Pete and Mr. Desmond standing together.

Pete was looking down at me, his eyes shining with curiosity and an unfamiliar spark.

"Mission accomplished," Barry said to me, acknowledging that my plan to grab Pete's attention had worked, which led to all this touchy-touchy stuff.

"Its good you're replacing me with Pete" Barry said to Mr. Desmond, standing up. He looked down at me. "Cause I was planning to leave anyway now that the mission is accomplished."

He then turned to Mr. Desmond. "I have to leave for pack business"

I knew that was a lie. There was no pack business for him to take care of at the moment.

Mr. Desmond nodded, looking relieved to see Barry leaving. "You've caused quite enough trouble" he remarked.

Barry turned around and walked out of the gym without even sparing me a glance. I watched him go, observing the confident swags in his strides.

"That naughty boy" the trainer remarked after Barry left. "I wonder how you're related to him, Pete. He's so unserious, the complete opposite of you!" He sounded dramatic. "What did he mean by 'mission accomplished' though?"

I glanced at Pete, who was still staring at me, and then looked back at the trainer, forcing a smile. "It's just an inside joke between Barry and me" I said, remembering his last warning.

Barry was kind enough to warn me to stay away from him, or he's gonna end up 'fucking me senseless'. I know he's the type that likes to rips pants and forget about the owner of the pants. He just likes to have multiple girls. I've known that about that since we were younger. The problem now is, can I really run away from Barry? Especially when my crazy and curious side is still active in me.

I sighed quietly. I wanted Pete's attention, and I do not want to stay away from Barry.

Fuck me. What the hell is wrong with me?