Alethea
Asher scoops me up into his arms, and my whole body pulses with need. My core throbs so hard, it’s an unbearable ache for him, for something to fill the emptiness inside me. I bury my face into his neck, licking his skin like a starving woman desperate for a taste.
Tension rolls through my lower belly, each one stronger than the last, and I clutch at his shirt, trying to ground myself.
Asher releases his Alpha aura- it’s thick, powerful, and intoxicating. I hear gasps around us as everyone freezes in place, unable to move. But we keep going, slipping out of the temple like it’s just the two of us in the world.
I squirm in his arms, eager to feel his hands on my bare skin. I want more. I need more.
“Chill, Ally,” he says with a low chuckle, though his voice is tight with restraint.
He carries me down a path I’ve never taken before. Up ahead is a stunning building, one I’ve noticed from afar but never entered. It’s grand, elegant-fit for royalty-but at this moment, I’m too far gone to admire its beauty.
The second the door shuts behind us, I can’t hold back. I leap into his arms again, breathless.
“Please, touch me. I need to feel you. I want you, Asher… I want your cock,” I pant with desperation. “This heat-it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
I fumble at his pants, feeling the thick bulge against the fabric. He’s just as ready as I am. His control is slipping fast, and I don’t want him to fight it anymore. Why should he? We’re here. We’re mates. We belong to each other.
My arousal drips down my thighs as I turn around, presenting my back to him. “Help me… take it off,” I beg, stamping my foot as the heat inside me burns hotter.
My fingers tremble as they reach for the zipper, but I can’t focus. All I can feel is the bond between the craving, the hunger, and the raw desire building like a storm.
The moment Asher helps me, I wiggle out of my gown, letting it fall to the floor. Now I’m standing in just my bra and panties, but even those feel like they’re burning my skin. I tear them off in one quick motion.
He’s already naked, his cock standing thick and proud, pulsing with need. I leap into his arms in a fever of lust.
Another wave of heat slams into me as I run my tongue over his chest, neck, shoulders part of him I can reach. I’m ravenous. And he’s letting me devour him.
Without saying a word, Asher carries me to the bed and lays me down. My legs part for him. There’s no need for foreplay. I’m already dripping wet, slick, begging.
With one deep, powerful thrust, he fills me.
I suck in a sharp breath as he drives into me again-hard, fast. He’s not gentle, and I don’t want him to be.
My hands roam over his abs. Our eyes meet in a blazing connection. His rhythm grows rougher, and I arch my back, moving my hips to take every inch of him.
The only sounds In the room are the wet slap of skin on skin, our breathless moans, and the soft creak of the bed. Sweat drips down our bodies, sticking us together as we move like one.
“Oh my goddess… fuck me,” I cry out. “I want all of you inside me-don’t stop, Asher!”
Words tumble out of me, broken and breathless. I can’t form full thoughts raw need. It feels like he’s branding my core with every thrust, leaving the imprint of his cock deep inside me.
“Yes-yes! That’s it, Asher. Right there. I want to feel you in my womb-deeper, please!”
He locks eyes with me again, and the world disappears.
“I’m-oh goddess…” I try to speak, but my voice fails.
My thighs tremble. My toes curl. My body tenses, and then, like a wave, I fall apart. My orgasm rips through me, fierce and uncontrollable, leaving me breathless.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
Even as my chest heaves and my limbs tremble, I clutch at him again.
“I want more,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop. I want to keep fucking…”
Asher doesn’t hesitate. His lips crash into mine, hungry and rough, tasting the moan I let out against his mouth. I can feel his needs barely holding it together. Just like me.
He flips me over onto my stomach, strong hands gripping my hips as he pulls me back onto his cock. I gasp as he slides in again, deeper this time, hitting places inside me that make my eyes roll back.
“Oh fuck, Asher-” I cry out, clawing at the sheets as he pounds into me, harder, deeper, faster.
The bed rocks beneath us. The sound of his hips slamming into my ass fills the room. My body quakes with every thrust. The way he fills me-stretching, claiming, punishing-it sends me spiraling again.
I arch back into him, pushing my hips harder into his, desperate for more, needing to feel every inch of him.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Harder, Asher-fuck, don’t stop-”
His growl vibrates through my bones. He leans over, his chest pressed against my back as his hand snakes around my waist, finding my clit. The second his fingers rub that sensitive spot, I scream.
It’s overwhelming.
His cock pounding into me, his fingers working me, his breath hot on my neck-it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“I’m gonna-goddess, I’m gonna come again-” I sob, shaking uncontrollably.
“Then come for me,” he growls into my ear. “Let me feel you lose it on my cock.”
And I do.
My vision whites out as my body clenches hard around him. My orgasm hits like lightning. I scream his name, not caring who hears. Not caring if the whole damn world knows who’s breaking me apart like this.
But even after I fall apart again, Asher doesn’t stop.
He pulls out, flips me onto my back, and slides right back in like he can’t get enough of me either. His mouth crashes onto mine again, and the way he kisses me now-it’s different. It’s not just hunger. It’s worship.
“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “Every part of you-yours is the only scent I want to drown in.”
I moan into the kiss, tears stinging my eyes from the intensity of it all.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m yours. All of me.”
Asher moves deeper. Possession. Love. Claiming. Every thrust feels like a vow he’s carving into my soul.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, tangled together like we’re trying to become one. I hold on to his back, dragging my nails down his skin as he drives into me again, deeper, harder. He groans, and the sound shoots straight through me.
“I can’t stop,” he growls. “I don’t want to. I need to feel you again and again.”
My breath hitches, my head tipping back as he kisses my neck, my jaw, and my collarbone. The kiss is hot and desperate like he’s memorizing me.
“You make me insane,” I whisper between gasps. “I can’t breathe when I’m not touching you.”
“I don’t ever want you to stop touching me,” he says, voices low and wrecked. “You’re it, baby. You’re my mate. My fire. My everything.”
Tears blur my vision. Goddess, I’m shaking under him-my body overstimulated, burning, aching, needing more even as it’s falling apart.
And still, I spread my legs wider for him, offering him everything.
Asher’s eyes darken as he sees it-my complete surrender.
He slows, pulls out, then thrusts in again, slow and deep this time. He leans his forehead against mine, and our eyes lock.
Every stroke now feels like a promise. He’s not just fucking me-he’s claiming me, worshiping me.
“I love you,” I whisper, barely able to speak. “Even before I knew you, I loved you.”
His eyes glisten. “And I’ve been waiting for you. My whole life.”
Our lips meet again, softer this time. But the heat between us never fades. It just deepens and settles into something consuming. His pace picks up again, and I can feel him start to lose control.
“I’m close,” he groans. “I want to come with you.”
My hips rise to meet him, taking him as deep as I can. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in.
“Then come with me,” I breathe. “Let’s fall together.”
His thrusts grow wild again, both of us riding the edge. And then it hits another orgasm. My cries echo off the walls as I pulse around him, and Asher lets out a raw, broken growl as he spills into me, burying his face in my neck as we both fall apart.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing, the thudding of our hearts, and the way he holds me like he never wants to let go.