Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 55

55–Oil Massage By Alpha Cain 

Nora: 

“Why? Can’t you do that? Are you not confident in yourself?” he raised his thick brow and I held my chin up. 

I knew he was provoking me to accept his offer, but it also made me feel a little superior. More like, what if asking Natalya to be his model was just his way of trying to get me to be his model from the beginning? 

I don’t understand why I felt so special, but it would also help Natalya avoid getting herself into a situation that would make her and my friendship awkward afterward. 

“I’m not afraid of anything. I have a lot of self–control,” those words slipped from my lips, and he certainly didn’t show any mercy. 

“I wasn’t talking about self–control, but okay, everyone has their own flaws,” he quickly backed away and walked back to the canvas, replacing it with a new one. 

“So, are we starting now?” I gulped, rubbing my elbow shyly. 

“No! Take your time, we’ll start after twenty years,” he taunted, preparing everything for the session. I gulped and closed my eyes to prepare myself. 

I had been pondering his painting technique, and it intrigued me. There was something very interesting about watching him paint. Ever since I got here, even when I didn’t admit it, I had wondered how it would feel to be sitting on a high stool in front of him, being a subject 

of his interest. 

“Do I have to take off my clothes?” I asked, approaching him steadily as he grabbed the stool and placed it under the ceiling lamp. He then turned around to walk over to the switchboard and started adjusting the light, choosing a warm orange hue. 

“Why, do you want to get naked?” he inquired in a taunting tone, and I immediately shook my head 

“No! But I know that’s how you paint. I don’t want you to paint me just to waste time.” I bit my tongue when I couldn’t express exactly what I wanted to say. I was just curious about what he was planning to do. 

“Nora! Nora! Nora!” he shook his head, saying my name before grabbing the glass and taking a quick sip. I don’t know why, but everything he did was so masculine that it intrigued me. 

“I’ll need you to change,” he finally grew serious. At this point, I even wanted my drawing to be done professionally. And it’s not every day that the alpha king paints you. His paintings would always be displayed to the councils for big events, and because it’s not that strange for werewolves to be naked, people focus more on the artistic value of it. Or simply put, no one is going to bat an eye when an alpha king is painting someone naked. All the she–wolves were of legal age. 

He strode towards the side room and emerged holding a white, thin shirt. It was his own shirt. “Go change into this,” he dropped it in my lap. not even paying attention to my face. “Don’t wear anything under it, just the shirt,” he said. 

“Not even underwear?” I asked. 

“No!” he shook his head, and my heart started beating loudly. He was busy tucking one paintbrush behind his ear and adjusting paint colors 

him. 

“Why? Is there a problem?” he finally noticed that I had been staring for too long. 

“No!” I shook my head like a fool when I should have said yes. I walked back to my bedroom and took off my clothes, watching my naked body in the mirror and feeling shy. I slipped into his shirt and also realized why he didn’t want me to wear anything else. His shirt was long enough to land on my thighs. 

I frowned because there was a weird urge in my body to smell his shirt. Looking around and making sure he hadn’t followed me, I sniffed through his shirt, and all I could utter was, “Sweet Goddess! What the heck!” It was so intoxicating. I wanted to keep sniffing with my eyes closed. But then I knew I had to return to his studio. When I walked back into the studio, I was stunned to see his abs shining. Did he just apply oil to his abs?