Asher
What is she thinking, lying there naked in my bed? My body reacts instantly, a twitch in my pants, but I’m not ready to give in to the temptation.
Instead, I head down to the wine cellar and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I put it down in one swift gulp, the burn sears my throat and chest, but I don’t care. It’s a welcome distraction.
The hate in Alethea’s eyes bruises me deeper than I ever imagined. And who the hell is Declan? She moved on so damn fast. It only confirms she wasn’t lying when she mentioned missing her boyfriend during breakfast.
I wish I could find this so-called boyfriend, grab him by the collar, and tell him to stay the hell away from my mate. The thought alone ignites a fury I struggle to control.
I grit my teeth and pour myself another drink, the whiskey barely dulls the edge. My eyes drift back to Maya, still lying naked in my bed. She wants something I can’t give her.
Maya and I go way back. She was my first love, the one who made my heart race the moment I saw her at the Bloodmoon Pack. She was the Alpha’s daughter, and I fell head over heels for her.
The feeling was mutual. I was her first in everything-her first love, her first kiss, her first everything.
We shared moments that I thought would last forever. My heart aches now, knowing I can’t give her the love she deserves.
I’ve tried countless times to rekindle the flame that once burned between us, but it always flashes out before it can catch fire again.
I’m frustrated, and all I need is to release the pent-up anger and stare at Maya now; she seems like the perfect solution.
With a loud thud, I set the glass down on the table, the sound echoing in the room. My body moves before my mind can stop it, striding toward her in one step.
As she notices me, she giggles, her eyes lighting up as she watches the reaction she’s drawn from me, mistaking my frustration for desire.
Her laughter grates on my nerves, but I push it aside. I reach the bed, standing over her, and for a moment, the past flashes before my eyes the memories of us, young and in love, dreaming of a future together. But those dreams are long gone, shattered by the reality of who we are now.
Maya stretches out her hand, trailing her fingers down my arm. Her touch is familiar, but I don’t feel the sparks. “I knew you wouldn’t resist,” she whispers, her voice dripping with lust.
I smash my lips against hers with bruising force, kissing her like my life depends on it. It’s not sensual, it’s raw, possessive, and demanding. There’s no softness in this moment, just the need to claim dominance.
Maya curls up against me, matching my intensity with her own. Her strength surprises me, but I know she enjoys wild, unrestrained passion.
Her lips move fiercely against mine, her breath mingling with my own as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
My hand moves to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly, my touch fueled by the storm inside me. My mouth didn’t leave hers as I slid my hand down between her thighs, fingers teasing the tip of her clit. She’s already wet, her body responding eagerly to my touch.
I circle her clit with my fingers, teasing her as she arches into my hand, her body jerking slightly.
Her breath comes in gasps, her hands fumbling with the buckle of my jeans, desperate to free me. I can feel her eagerness and I feel the same need.
My cock strains against my jeans, aching for release, and all I can think about is burying myself in her, pounding away every ounce of my pent-up anger and frustration.
“Asher,” she breathes my name, her voice dripping with lust, making me lose what little control I have left.
“Fuck, you’re making me lose control,” I rasp, my voice heavy with desire.
“That’s the intention, my Alpha,” she whispers, her hands finally freeing my cock, guiding me to her.
With a growl, I grip her hips, pulling her closer as I press against her entrance, teasing both of us with anticipation. Maya’s nails dig into my back, her body arching in need. She’s ready, and so am I.
“I want to taste your cum, Asher,” Maya whispers in one breath, with desire.
Slowly, I pull away from her, giving her space as she sits up, her eyes locked on mine with a hunger that matches my own. She moves down, her mouth nearing my cock, her hands stroking me gently at first.
Her tongue flicks over the tip, and I groan loudly, my head falling back, lost in the sensation. “Fuck, Maya, that feels so good,” I groan, my body reacting to her every touch.
As if on cue, she takes me deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me as she works her way down, taking all of me.
The warmth, the wetness, it’s overwhelming. My hands find the back of her head, guiding her as she moves, her pace slow and deliberate, driving me to the edge.
“Goddess, this feels so good, Maya,” I groan again, the pleasure surging through me, taking over every thought, every sense. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she does it with a skill that leaves me breathless.
She continues, her mouth and hands working in perfect sync, offering me everything, and I take it all, surrendering to the intense waves of pleasure she gives.
‘Fucking asshole, son of a bitch, stupid crazy alpha that doesn’t know when not to stick his dick into every bitchy hole…’
The voice in my head echoes like a harsh slap, and I freeze. The anger, the hurt, Alethea’s words they strike with the force of a lightning bolt.
‘I promise I’m going to pay you back in your coin, even if it means fucking any random wolf.’ The rage in her voice is palpable, I freeze.
What the hell? My heart races, and for the first time everything slows down. Her words land like a heavy blow. I hadn’t expected that. I hadn’t expected her to be that angry, to hurt that much.
Maya’s voice cuts through my thoughts full of frustration. “What the hell, Asher?” She seethes, noticing my sudden stop. “What’s going on with you?”
I barely register her words, my mind still racing, trying to process Alethea’s fury. My grip on Maya loosens, and the anger in my chest starts to claw its way up. This isn’t about Maya. It’s about Ally.
I look at Maya, but it’s not her face I see. It’s Alethea’s angry, hurt expression, her voice echoing in my mind, stabbing deeper.
I move away from Maya quickly, with a surge of panic in my chest. What the hell am I doing?
She’s out there, feeling pain, while I’m here with Maya, giving in to the physical, ignoring the emotional chaos I’ve caused.
This damn mate bond, the blood-bound connection that keeps pulling us together it’s suffocating.
I rush to the bathroom, my hands trembling as I clean myself up. The cold water splashes across my skin, trying to wash away the anger and confusion. I can picture the image of Alethea’s face-her pain, her hurt, and those words she said, ringing in my head like an unrelenting echo.
Once I finish, I stand in front of the mirror, my reflection looks like a mess. I take a deep breath and splash my face with more cold water, hoping it will clear my head.
But when I step out of the bathroom, I freeze in place.