Asher
Having Ally in my arms, her body pressed against mine, making sweet love still feels like a dream. Since she came back, she’s been distant, hiding away like she’s afraid of something. I’ve tried to reach her, again and again, but she’s always slipping through my fingers.
Damn, my mate is feisty. I’ll never forget how she knocked the wind out of me with her words. That feeling… still crashes over me like a wave, making my heart race like a war drum. I just pray she doesn’t leave after tonight.
She stirs beside me, her soft breath brushing against my chest as I watch her sleep. She’s stunning. Long lashes that flutter like feathers, porcelain skin glowing in the moonlight spilling through the window. Even dressed in the simplest things, she radiates grace. The kind of woman who could wear rags and still carry herself like royalty.
I remember how the wolves at Greyhill Pack bowed to her without hesitation. The elders even sent word, begging me to release her and asking for her to lead them. But Selena has kept it quiet. She doesn’t want Ally pulled into the darkness in that pack.
Suddenly, Ally’s eyes flutter open. She blinks a few times like she’s trying to remember where she is. I school my features into a calm expression because with Ally, you never really know what’s coming next.
“Hello, my Luna,” I say softly, offering a small smile.
She blushes as she returns the smile. “Do you think calling me your Luna will make me want to stay, Asher?”
Her words sting, sharper than I let, but I don’t flinch. I keep my gaze on her, watching as her eyes drop to my lips, then rise back to meet mine. That look… I don’t hesitate. I lean in and capture her mouth with mine.
She moans into the kiss, and I swear it sends fire straight through my veins. My cock twitches inside my sweatpants, aching for her. As if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, her hand finds its way down, teasing me through the fabric.
“Fuck, Ally…” I groan against her lips breathlessly.
She climbs onto my lap, straddling me with confidence, her lips never leaving mine. The kiss deepens-hungry, desperate, full of every word we haven’t said. Her fingers slide under the waistband, and my sweatpants fall away. My cock springs free, hard, and ready.
She doesn’t take me in right away. Instead, she circles her hips, guiding the swollen tip along her wet folds, teasing us both with every slow motion. My hands move instinctively to her breasts, cupping their warmth, thumbing her peaks.
Her heat presses against me, her slickness coating the head of my cock, and I grip her hips, holding back the urge to thrust up into her.
“Ally…” I whisper.
She lowers herself slowly, inch by inch, taking me in as her breath catches in her throat. The tight, wet feel of her makes my eyes roll back.
I can’t take it anymore.
My restraint is breaking, snapping with every second she keeps teasing me. Her hips sway just out of reach, her fingers trailing down her body like she knows exactly what it does to me. My cock aches, hard and ready, desperate to be inside her.
I grab her waist, trying to pull her close. She smirks, still playing her wicked game. That look in her eyes says she’s in control, and damn, she knows it.
“I can’t take it, Ally,” I growl, my voice ragged with need.
Before she can slip away again, I spin her around and press her down on the bed, her back hitting the sheets as I lean over her. Her body is already glistening, slick with arousal, and I don’t need permission-her eyes, her body, the way she opens her legs for me, it’s all the invitation I need.
I push inside her in one slow, hungry stroke.
She gasps, a soft sound like a spark-catching flame, and it lights something wild inside me. Her walls tighten around me, warm and wet, and I have to grip her hips to keep control. She arches beneath me, hips rolling to take every inch, her eyes locked onto mine with fierce desire.
She’s a tempest-wild, beautiful, and mine.
I move inside her with purpose, every thrust deep and deliberate, pouring everything I feel into every stroke. She runs her hands over my abs, then up to my chest, her touch making me shiver. With every slam of my hips, she lets out a breathy moan, the sound raw and intoxicating. It drives me crazy. I want more. I want everything.
We’ve been tangled in this dance all night, lost in each other. But this moment feels like everything.
I feel my climax building, heat spiral through me, but I want her to come first. I slip out of her, flip her onto her knees, her ass raised perfectly for me. She knows what I want I need. She positions herself without a word.
I slam back into her, deeper this time. My balls slap against her skin with every thrust, the rhythm sharp and urgent, our bodies soaked in sweat. The only sounds are skin on skin, our ragged breaths, and her soft cries.
She takes me so well like her body was made for mine.
“Asher… Ash… I’m coming,” she cries out, her voice trembling.
Her walls clench around me, tight and pulsing, and I groan, my head falling back as I keep thrusting through her climax. She’s perfect-utterly, beautifully undone beneath me.
With one final thrust, I let go, spilling deep inside her. I pull out slowly, watching as the rest of my release spills over her ass, marking her, claiming her.
Spent, I collapse beside her.
“That was beautiful, Asher,” she whispers, her voice soft and sleepy.
She drifts off in seconds, her breathing slow and even. I stay there, watching her chest rise and fall, her bare body glowing in the moonlight.
And in that moment, I know she’s mine.
Just then, I get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. I clean myself up then I grab a small bowl of warm water and a towel, then head back to her.
She’s still asleep, her body relaxed and glowing in the soft light. I sit beside her and gently clean her, wiping away every trace of our passion with care.
When I’m satisfied, I set the bowl aside and return to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water runs down my body, washing away the sweat, but not the thoughts or thoughts of her. Ally. The way she fit so perfectly in my arms. The way she looked at me like I was her world.
After I’m done, I dry off and head back to the bedroom. I slide under the sheets, still warm from where she laid, and finally let myself drift off. I haven’t slept well in days, and Kaidos-my wolf-has only made it harder, pacing furiously inside me, constantly reminding me that I need to do right by her. By Ally.
But now, with her scent still lingering in the air and her touch fresh on my skin, a soft smile forms on my face as sleep pulls me under.
I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but it’s the deepest sleep I’ve had in weeks. My eyes blink open slowly when the early morning sunlight peeks through the curtains.
It’s morning.
I sit up, slightly dazed, my body heavy with rest. For a moment, I feel lost in the haze. But then everything from last night floods back the ball, Ally, the way she melted beneath me, how she felt like she was made for me.
I turn to the side, expecting to see her next to me.
But she’s not there.
The bed is empty.
My chest tightens as I look around the room. “Was it a dream?” I whisper to myself, trying to convince my racing heart it wasn’t. It couldn’t be. I still smell her scent lingers, soft and sweet, woven into my sheets and burned into my skin.
Where is she?
Panic bubbles up in my chest as I swing my legs off the bed and rise to my feet. My heart pounds in my ears.
No… she can’t leave. Not after everything we shared. Not after what we felt.