LEANING beside the door frame of her bedroom, Basha stares at her mate.
Mutya was sprawled on top of her bed. She was wearing a black silk robe. Her long brown hair is still wet from the shower.
A smile formed on her lips when the petite woman released a soft snore.
It was after ten on Saturday morning. About half an hour ago, Mutya and Sabrina’s training ended.
Basha went to the bathroom to take a shower. Her training with the warriors also ended a while ago.
Mutya was still in the same position when she went out of the bathroom.
The tall woman stepped toward the bed. She sat beside her mate’s legs.
Tentatively, she applied a soft massage at the back of her shin. She heard Mutya moaned. She continued her ministration up to the back of her legs.
“That feels so good.” Mutya m
