Alethea
True to her word, Amelia had tried to get in Asher’s way in a way that made her intentions painfully clear.
She wanted to be alone with him, just the two of them, but Asher had seen right through her.
He had subtly rejected her advances, making it clear that there was no room for anyone else.
I smile wildly, my cheeks already aching from how much I’ve been grinning today.
“Happy now?” Asher teases, as his green eyes watch me closely.
I nod, but he isn’t finished.
“I couldn’t bring myself to be with another woman after you left, Ally. It was like you took a piece of me with you that night. I wanted to keep you close, but I knew it was too dangerous. Maya would have made your life a living hell, and I… I couldn’t bear to lose you because of my own selfishness.”
His confession stirs something in me. I raise my hand, cupping his face gently, as my thumb brushes over his jaw. “I know,” I whisper.
I remember Selena telling me that Asher had his reasons for the way he acted that night. Back then, I had been furious- hurt beyond words. But now, looking into his eyes, I believe every word he’s saying.
Asher searches my face, “I don’t deserve you, Ally. You’re one of a kind.”
My legs ache from all the standing, and I sigh as I move toward the plush sofa, and sit with relief. “Goddess, no matter how well I sleep, I still feel tired,” I murmur.
Asher is instantly at my side. “Selena said you passed too much current,” he says, with concern in his voice.
I nod. “Yes. I could feel that it was enough, but I wanted to be sure… so I passed more, just to”
I don’t get to finish.
Because suddenly, his lips are on mine.
My breath catches as the warmth of his mouth consumes me, stealing every rational thought from my mind.
My heart has been screaming for this moment for him to finally have his lips on mine.
I barely register when he moves closer, his hands tugging me into his arms. His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head as he deepens the kiss. He kisses me like a starving man, like he’s making up for lost time.
I smile into the kiss, as I let him take every inch of my lips, his tongue tracing, teasing, tasting. He sucks gently, then nibbles, as tingles shoot through my veins.
And I allow him.
Because right now, I don’t want to think.
I just want to feel.
The kiss is deep and consuming as if our very souls are intertwined, humming in pleasure from the undeniable pull of the mate bond.
I can feel it working between us, it ignites a passion so fierce that I can’t put it into words. Every part of me aches for him, craving more, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss.
But soon, I can’t breathe. My lungs burn for air, and with great effort, I break away, gasping for air as my chest rises and falls.
I barely have a moment to recover before Asher claims my lips again, this time, more desperate.
Oh, Goddess-what has he turned into?
He kisses me like someone who has been denied for far too long. It’s a raw need, an obsession that threatens to consume him.
I can feel it in the way his fingers tighten around me, in the way he holds me as if letting go would destroy him.
Do I want to stop? Hell no.
A deep growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating through me and sending shivers down my spine.
And Goddess, I love the way it feels. His lips trail down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, making my heart race.
Then, he moves lower.
My breath catches when his mouth brushes over the curve of my heaving chest, his tongue flicking out to taste me.
He takes my breast into his mouth, even with my clothing still in the way. A shiver runs through me as my body reacts instinctively-my nipples harden beneath the fabric, aching for more of his touch.
The warmth of his mouth sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me, making my breath hitch.
“I want to make love to you,” he murmurs, his eyes burning with need.
His words send a wave of heat over me, making my thighs clench involuntarily. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull his face up to meet mine, a teasing smile tugging at my lips.
“Then make love to me, my mate,” I whisper, with longing. “But how do you know you’re healed enough to give me the satisfaction I desire from you?”
He growls low in his throat, his grip on my waist tightening as he presses me closer.
“You talk as if you’re ready to be devoured, my little mate,” he says, his lips trailing along my jaw before he captures my earlobe between his teeth, as he nibbles gently.
“Are you scared, my Alpha?” I whisper with a playful challenge.
Asher smirks, as his grip tightens on my waist. “Of course not,” he growls. “I’m ready to make love to you until you can’t walk again because, goddess, you’re too damn hot. I can barely keep my erection in check whenever you’re around.”
Heat floods my body at his words. I press myself against him, grinding into his hardness just to tease him. His sharp inhale tells me he feels it too.
“Tease me more, my Alpha,” I purr, as my fingers trace slow circles along his chest.
He lets out a deep growl, as his eyes darken with desire. “Careful, Ally,” he warns. “You don’t want to start something you can’t handle.”
Oh, but I can handle it. The thought of him buried deep inside me, pounding into me with relentless need, makes me gasp. My mind flashes back to the way he claimed me during my heat, the raw passion, the uncontrollable hunger.
But before I can act on my growing desire, Asher suddenly pulls back slightly, with a smirk playing on his lips.
“But first, my little mate,” he says, eyes twinkling mischievously, “I want us to get you drunk. I want to see just how naughty you get when you lose control.”
Oh, goddess. No.
My breath hitch in my throat as I remember the first and last time I got drunk. It was with Amelia, and she had dared me into it.
The drink had sent my libido into overdrive, and I ended up grinding against anything and everything just to soothe the aching need between my thighs.
Now Asher wants to see me like that?
“Don’t think too far, Ally,” Asher murmurs, with amusement. He leans in, as his lips brush against the shell of my ear, and he nibbles gently.
A shiver runs down my spine, and my core throbs in anticipation. My mind swirls with the wicked possibilities of what could happen tonight.
“Wait here,” he instructs, with restraint.
I watch as he strides toward the bar, pouring us drinks. The muscles in his back flex under his shirt, and I bite my lip, fully aware of how much I want him.
As I wait, I slip off my shoes, sighing in relief as the ache fades from my feet.
“Need a massage?” Asher asks, returning with two glasses in hand.
I smirk, my gaze moving to the obvious bulge in his trousers. He isn’t even trying to hide it.
“I could use a leg massage, my Alpha,” I reply in a sultry tone, and I watch the way his jaw clenches at my teasing.
He doesn’t even try to be discreet about his arousal. Instead, he flaunts it, his confidence making my stomach twist with need.
I chuckle softly. “Asher, you have no shame. Can’t you be a little subtle about your erection?”
His smirk deepens. “Do you want me to be subtle? Or do you like what you see?”
The heat in his gaze is almost too much to handle. I grab the drink from the table and down it in one go, the alcohol burning down my throat.
“Ally,” he says, his voice husky as his eyes widen at my boldness.
I crook my finger at him. “Come here, my Alpha.”
Asher moves toward me, slow and deliberate, and I can’t look away from the hard length straining against his trousers.
And I know tonight is going to be unforgettable.