Asher
I wake up with a smile plastered on my face, the sunlight pouring through the window, warming my skin.
It’s not something I usually feel, but today is different. I don’t know why, but something about the morning feels… offbeat like a new chapter is waiting to unfold.
The dream I had lingers in my mind. Alethea. The way we moved together, lost in the heat of the moment.
The sensation was so real, almost too real like I could feel every shift, every breath, the way she fit perfectly against me. It’s strange, the burning desire, how everything about it felt… right.
I wake up with a wet pant, the remnants of the dream still clouding my thoughts.
It’s not the first time, and oddly, I kind of like it. It’s the only way I’ve felt connected to her lately-since there’s been no lead, no trace of where she’s gone.
I can’t help but wonder if Selena did something. I can’t place it, but something feels… altered.
My thoughts abruptly snap when Maya enters the room, her presence immediately wiping the smile off my face.
“Good morning, my alpha. You look happy this morning,” Maya says, with a soft voice as she steps closer, her eyes locking onto mine with that familiar spark.
Maya and I are together now. She’s taken her Luna duties seriously, and I can’t say I’m not proud of her for that. Still, there’s a tension between us. She complains often that I haven’t been my usual, bubbly self-something I can’t deny.
I tend to bury myself in pack matters, focusing on everything but what’s right in front of me. It’s easier that way, avoiding the intimacy she craves. But sometimes it feels suffocating.
She places a mug of coffee in my hand, and I absentmindedly set it on the side table.
I notice her staring at me, those big, puppy eyes of hers fixed on me like she’s waiting for something.
But something in my gut tightens-‘ sense it’. Her arousal.
“Asher…” she begins, her voice is like a whisper. “I miss you so much. When was the last time you looked at me like I matter?”
She stands, and I catch the subtle movement as she lowers the tiny strap of her nightie.
I grit my teeth, fighting to stay composed. But then, she makes her move by sitting on my lap, straddling me.
And despite the walls I’ve built around my desires, my body betrays me. I can feel it. Feel her. But I know… I know it’s not what I truly want.
I can feel her heat against me, the closeness making my body react before I can stop it. My cock twitches, her clit so close to mine, the sensation threatening to overwhelm me.
I close my eyes, trying to suppress the rush of lust, fighting to keep control.
“I’m not in the mood for this, Maya,” I mutter, the words coming out more difficult than I expected.
Her expression falters for a moment, with hurt before it morphs into anger. “What do you mean you’re not in the mood?” she snaps, her voice tight with frustration. “I’m your Luna, and it’s necessary we… make love. An heir will be needed. We’re together now.”
My headache with her words.
The thought of an heir… of all the expectations… It feels suffocating. My mind flashes back to the last time I saw my parents-my former Alpha and Luna-among the council of elders.
I was furious when they arrived. My father stepped away from his Alpha duties to be with his mate. He believed that being Alpha would prevent him from being a good mate. So he abandoned his pack, leaving me to take over at an age when I should have been learning, not leading.
I had no choice but to speed up the mating ceremony, to solidify my position as Alpha when I was already being questioned.
I glance at Maya. “I know, Maya,” I say quietly. “But now is not the right time.”
“When is the right time, Asher?” she challenges, in desperation. “When will it ever be the right time? Sometimes I wonder if I’m just the other woman.”
And I don’t know how to answer, because a part of me fears she’s right.
I snap my head to her, my brows furrowing. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice hard, though I’m not sure what I’m angry at. Her or myself.
“I don’t get it, Asher,” she says, frustration lining her words. “For the past three years, it feels like I’ve been forcing you into everything that concerns us. Things that shouldn’t even be an issue-like making love. It’s become this huge, insurmountable mountain, and I don’t get it, Asher. Why?”
I feel a pang of guilt. I know I haven’t been the best partner and haven’t been present in the way she needs me to be. But hearing her say it out loud, laying all her frustration bare-it hits harder than I expected.
I know I should do something. I can’t keep avoiding it.
I take a step closer to her, my hand gently cupping her face before I kiss her. It’s a kiss that surprises her, but when she feels the heat in it, she responds-her lips soft, her hands grasp me as she wraps her legs around my waist.
She giggles, a sound I haven’t heard from her in ages, and a small smile tugs at my lips. Her hands roam over my face, tugging me closer, and for a moment, it feels like everything else fades away.
Without thinking, I lift her, throwing her on the bed. I pull off my boxer, and she, with a mischievous smile, lifts her nightie, spreading her legs wide in invitation.
It’s instinct now, the need to close the gap between us. But as her eyes lock with mine
I see her, drenched with moisture, her body trembling with desire. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I know there’s no room for hesitation.
Without a word, I open the drawer, pulling out a condom. Her brow furrows, as if she wants to protest, but one sharp look from me silences her.
I move closer, guiding her to the edge of the bed, my knee pressing against the soft mattress while she supports herself with her elbow.
I slid the condom on, then thrust into her, with a force that made her gasp, her head arching back in pleasure. Her breasts are bouncing with each movement, and I see the lust in her eyes.
She’s lost in the pleasure, her body responding to every stroke. But as I close my eyes, my thoughts drift, and I imagine Alethea, her face, her warmth, as I continue, pushing deeper.
Yes, she moans as her eyes are overshadowed with lust. I thrust deeper, hitting her sweet spot. After more thrusts, she screams my name as she reaches her prime.
My orgasm didn’t come on time, so I released myself and turned her around, sliding back inside her and continuing to thrust into her.
I close my eyes again, imagining Ally’s face as I caress her face. She smiles at me passionately as I continue to pump into her.
The more I think about Ally, the harder I get.
“Fuck,” I groan as I suddenly go still when I reach my peak. I shudder at the effect.
“That was fucking beautiful,” she gasps, and that seems to bring me out of my daze.
I slowly pull away from her and go to the bathroom to clean up.