A sirene mate for the Alpha

Diva and a massage

*Hadley*

We have just finished filming for the day, and I walk up to the porch, seeing Zayan there. He appears to be chatting with Masha, who is laughing in that seductive way, her hand resting on his arm. A new heat shoots through me, like biting into a too-hot chili, something burning and harsh.

"Maybe you should focus on your job and remove my makeup." I can't hold it in, knowing I sound like a right b***h as I sit down.

I notice how Zayan looks slightly worried, and Masha rolls her eyes. "Of course, sweetie, I'll be right there."

"Are you okay, Bubbles?" Zayan looks at me.

I am not sure why, I just feel so annoyed now, and I kinda snap at him. "Fine... don't you have anything better to do than hang around here?"

"I guess so." I can hear the hurt in his voice, so I look the other way. I would not handle seeing hurt in his eyes, too.

Masha starts cleaning my face, not really being gentle about it, but at least she is smart enough to keep her mouth shut.

I feel it eating at me; why was he talking to her? Does he like women like her? I guess all men do. I mean, she is pretty, experienced, sexy... she knows what to say and do to catch a man's attention. Me, I am just... awkward.

"Make sure to clean this." I make a motion towards the makeup area as I get up. Yup, I am being a total diva right now, but I just... argh, I freaking hate her.

I walk inside, surprised to find Zayan alone and looking at me kinda weird. "So... what's with the bitchy attitude?"

Damn, I mean, apparently he heard me; he must have exceptionally good ears. I don't want him to think that I am some kind of jealous and possessive kinda woman; men don't like that... so I can't really tell the truth. "I have a really bad headache."

"Aww, Bubbles, come here. I know some tricks that might help." The care and warmth in his voice make me feel even worse.

"Sure you don't want to join the others?" I point to the outside where Thiago and JZ are getting the fire pits going.

He shakes his head. "It's okay; I want to make you feel better."

"Thank you." Seriously, I kinda want to cry. Why is he so sweet? I wish he weren't being so kind always; maybe then I wouldn't be so helplessly in love with him... yup, I said it... less than a week, and he has me totally lost.

"Come... a friend showed me some yoga poses that relieve headaches and stress." He opens a cupboard and gets out two yoga mats. "Let me show you."

I look at him. "I had no idea you did yoga."

"I am just full of surprises." He grins and wiggles his eyebrows.

He shows me the poses, and I try to follow him. Actually, he is right; my body slowly relaxes and I feel better.

"So, how does the head feel now?" He asks as he puts the mats away again.

"Much better, thanks." I smile at him. "You can go join the others."

He looks at me with a kind of sideways glance. "Are you like… trying to get rid of me or something here?"

"No, I just thought that... Well, you wanted to go have fun with the others." There is laughter, talking, and singing from outside.

"Nah, as I said, I'd rather be here with you." He disappears into his room for a moment, returning with a small bottle, then he sits on the couch and claps between his legs. "Sit, Bubbles."

I sit down, feeling my heart hammering. "Okay, sitting."

"Off with the sweater," he says, grinning.

"What?" I turn my head to look at him.

He waves the little bottle. "Shoulder rub! I assume you are wearing some kind of top under."

I sigh and pull off my sweater, sure this will be amazing, enticing, and horrible. "Please be gentle."

"I always am, Bubbles." His voice is slightly strained, and I hear him squeeze some massage oil into his hands. "Cute top."

Those big hands start to gently massage my shoulders. He has warmed up the oil first and he is actually very gentle, his size and strength considered. "Oh, that feels so good."

"Happy you are enjoying it, darling." I can feel his breath on my neck, making goosebumps spread down my back and arms.

Those long fingers, slowly working out my tension, send little electric shocks through me. I am literally feeling like I am melting under his touch.

*Zayan*

My goddess, those little moaning sounds she makes. I can't pretend that they aren't, well, going to a very primal part of my brain. I have tried to ignore the attraction I feel toward her, to see her as a baby sister.

I have been dreaming about her, and honestly, I am pretty frustrated by now. I can't even... take care of it myself. I've tried, but I can't keep my thoughts away from her, and it just feels so wrong.

"Ohhh God, Zayan... right there... just a little harder." She kind of melts into my hand, but that also pushes her back, pressing against my crotch.

I am pretty sure it looks rather funny when I jump up, leaving her to fall back on the empty couch. "I... gotta go... leave... fresh air."

"Is something wrong, Zayan?" I hate that she looks all worried and slightly hurt as she sits up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, sweetie, darling... It's me... I shouldn't have..." I sigh. "I am sorry, Bubbles, but I don't feel so good. I need to go get some fresh air."

She folds her arms around herself, like she is cold, then she grabs her sweater, pulling it on. "Sure... it's fine... no problem."

"I'm sorry." I don't know what to do; I have never felt this frustrated or this lost before. My Wolf is roaring like a mad animal in my head.

I hurry outside, not knowing what else to do. I am so torn, feeling the desire burn through my veins, by the Goddess, I want her so badly. No, I can't, it's wrong, dirty... bad... f**k, what am I going to do?

"Oh hi, handsome, I was starting to think that you wouldn't join us." Suddenly Masha is in front of me, smiling seductively, her fingers trailing down my chest.