The Lost Princess Of The Lycans Chapter 176: Fun Time Together

Sarah POV

I was in pain since I had not taken anything for it. I was trying to deal with it without medication. I knew Ray could feel my pain. But I have learned how to deal with it without medication. I was upset that he was feeling my pain. I wonder if my pups could feel my pain as well. That thought disturbed me. I was about to get up and take something for the pain when Ray patted my back.

" Baby, roll over onto your stomach," he stated.

" I'm going to give you a massage to see if that will help you sleep and help relieve some of your pain," he stated.

I rolled over onto my stomach. He then had me remove his t-shirt, which I was still wearing. He then started with my shoulders. His hands were warm and rough. He rubbed my shoulders for a few minutes, and then he went to get the lotion. He squirted lotion into his hands, and I heard him rub them together. He then continued to rub and massage my back. I had my arms to the side of me. He massaged my shoulders, and I jumped because he hit a sore spot.

I could feel the tension in my shoulders go away, and they were relaxed. He then used his fist and applied more pressure to get deep into the muscles, making sure to avoid any muscles attached to the bones. He used just enough pressure to get the muscles to relax, and it did not hurt. When he hit sore spots, I jumped, and he spent extra time on those spots. The pain started to subside, and I began to feel sleepy.

My whole back was relaxed. He then moved to my butt. He touched it lightly at first, and the light touch turned me on. I giggled as he touched it. Then he started massaging my butt. I thought, why would someone massage someone's butt? But after he started, he hit a sore spot in the muscles. I did not realize that your butt muscles could get irritated. I was utterly shocked. The pain was almost completely gone. My eyelids were getting heavy, and I could not keep them open.

He then moved to my thighs. At first, he lightly rubbed lotion on them. But it was turning me on. I was thankful when he started the massage. He was kneading them. Like you would bread dough. He hit a sore spot that was so sore that I nearly jumped off the bed. He then continued the massage. He was still massaging my thighs when I fell asleep. The next thing I felt was Ray patting me on the butt. It was time to get up.

I covered my face and pretended to be still sleeping. Then, his hands were under the blanket in seconds and started tickling me. He then ripped the blanket off and threw it on the floor. I feebly tried to fight back. Truthfully, I was enjoying being tickled and, in a way, turning me on.

"Ray," I squealed.

He started laughing, and then he jumped on me. We were enjoying other company. We were acting like teenagers in love. We are in love and enjoying it. He continued to tickle me. I had managed to push him over, straddle him, and try to tickle him. He then rolled me over to my back. He was in between my legs and tickling me. I was turned on just by the position he was in. He had my hands pinned above my head. Tickling me and kissing me.

I wanted to initiate making love, but it was not appropriate to start the day like today that way. I finally gave up and told him to stop. We lay next to each other for a while. He held me, and then he said he loved me, and I told him that I loved him. We lay in bed until we caught our breath. Then, a very uncomfortable silence fell over us. I then let out a sigh.

I told him I was scared. I think he forgot that some of the people on trial were the people who had hurt me. I got up and went to get dressed. I chose a very plain black dress. It was long-sleeved and had a circle neck. The length went to my ankles. The top was baggy, and it gathered at the waist. It was fitting for today. After I got dressed, Ray was dressed as well. He was wearing a black suit.

We then went to the pups' room. I picked them up and sat in a rocking chair. I could hear the weather outside. It was chaotic, but my emotions were in chaos. I sat in the pups' room, rocking them. That seemed to calm me down. The weather started to calm down. Rocking seemed to calm me. I had to get myself under control. I could hurt someone who did not deserve it. I sat rocking the pus for a long time.

Finally, Ray came in and said it was time to get started. I stood up with the pups and took a deep breath. We then left and got in the car. The building where we held the trials was not far away. But Ray wanted to drive there. When we got out, all the guards were there. They were everywhere. I felt safe. I knew they would not let anyone hurt me. I then looked up at the stage and saw a rocking chair. Ray had a rocking chair put there for me to sit on and try and keep myself calm.

I had been shaking and nervous this whole time. But when I was sitting in the rocking chair and rocking, I was calm. Then, the trials started. There was one that was brought in front of us that was sentenced to death because he had murdered someone. It was not self-defense, and he was not protecting his family. Sometimes, depending on the circumstances, you were let off the hook because it was self-defense or certain circumstances allowed for murder.

I did feel sorry for his family. His mate was present, and she cried when he was sentenced to death. I knew her heart was going to break. I hope Caleb will try to be there for her. At least try to care for her because she was being punished for her mate's crimes. There were a couple of men charged with theft, and they were sentenced to hard labor and helping to build walls around the clan. Then, a man was brought out, and I froze. I went pale. Ray noticed it and asked me if he had hurt me.

I said yes. He was sentenced to death, but it was going to be a gruesome death. Then another was brought out, and he was also one that had hurt me. Again, he was sentenced to a gruesome death. Then, Leeanne was brought out. I jumped up and ran to her. I was going to beg for mercy for her. She had committed an unforgivable crime, and I knew that. But I wanted her to have a chance at life. Even if she was scarred for life, at least she would have a chance. But I would have to talk to her. I knew that being in the dungeon was a terrifying place. I knew that from spending half my life in the dungeon for doing things that were not even crimes. I was tortured and raped a lot.

I hoped it would change her, and she would see the errors in her way. Maybe it helped her.