Alpha Asher By Jane Doe
Chapter 115

Chapter 115 — I was only partially awake when I heard the bedroom door open. The cold draft in thehallway whooshed into the bedroom, blowing Asher's scent until it swirled around the room.

My nose twitched, and even in my sleep I knew when he was near. Fingers brushed my cheek. Justtwo, trailing slowly to my jawline. The sparks, which could be overwhelming at times, turned subtleand soothing.

As his hand drifted lower, grazing my neck and shoulder, he gradually came to a stop. I could nolonger feel his fingers gliding over my skin, but instead knew where they hovered.

For months I pretended the crimson mark on my skin was non-existent, a nightmare that I had longago woken up from. Tristan was trying, working to make up for his mistakes and to preserve hispeople, but I'd always have the physical reminder of what side he had once been on.

Even without his mark, as his Queen, I'd always have that faint connection to him.

"Is Zeke alive?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Alive and bailed out of the county j**1.” Asher's reply had almost come a few seconds too late. Myeyes fluttered open, confusion and amusement written across them. It wasn't surprising. Zeke with abunch of college students, things we bound to get crazy. “I'll explain everything in the morning,after we both get some sleep.”

My eyes opened just a sliver when I felt the rough palm of his hand against my stomach. A jolt ofawareness rushed through me, similar to adrenaline as I caught Asher’s swirling golden eyes,peering at me through the darkness. The intensity of his gaze, the way he fixated on me obsessively.Was it screwed up that I found that intoxicating?

“You're wearing too many clothes.” He grunted, tugging on the hem of my tank- top with impatientfingers.

“Then undress me, Alpha.” I giggled sleepily, stretching my arms over my head as I watched palethreads of moonlight stream through the c******s in the room.

Asher replied with a vicious snarl, and I knew that if I reached out, I'd be holding the stiff length ofhim in my hand. He removed my tank-top with surprisingly gentle hands, toying with the fact thatgoosebumps erupted wherever he touched.

Cold air enveloped me the moment my chest was b**e, the tank-top I had worn discarded on thefloor. My eyes were still shut, arms still splayed out above my head as I hovered in between sleepand consciousness, that euphoric state where everything felt both sensitive and cloudy.

I could feel him watching me, peering through the dark as he devoured my b**e b*****s and softcurves. Oh, we were playing this game again. Warmth blossomed between my legs, tightening myn*****s and elevating my heartrate.

His fingers stilled at the top of the leggings I wore, teasing where my skin met the fabric with skilledfingers.

“Can I play with you, Lola?

“Mmm.” I sighed softly, turning my head on the pillow to get comfortable.

The haze had wore off as he slid my leggings off and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me hypersensitive and aching in all of the wrong ways. My b*****s bounced as I shifted in bed, my legsparting just enough for Asher to slip his hand between.

"F**k, Lola. See how quickly you get wet for me?” I whimpered softly when his fingers glidedthrough my folds, collecting the wetness that coated my lips. As much as I tried to tone down myreaction, nothing short of a miracle could keep my back from arching when he placed a thumbagainst my c**t, losing some of his earlier gentleness. “You can try to pretend, but your body alwaysgives away how much you want this.”

I sank my teeth into my lower lip, silencing my reply. It was in my nature to fight, to revolt andthrash against anyone who would hold me down. It was the nature of a werewolf, a Luna, and aQueen. There had always been something about Asher that allowed me to let go, to forfeit thecontrol I was always seeking. Handing it over to him, it was exhilarating.

"You want to play quiet, sweetheart?” He chuckled low in my ear, his spontaneous nickname for mehad nearly broken my vow of silence.

There was nothing kind about the endearment. It was a challenge, a taunt, a promise. My eyes rolledwhen I felt the blistering heat of him against me, the swollen head of his c**k nudging against myentrance.

His laugh was dark and bottomless, That's fine by me. Don’t make a f*****g sound.”

Goddess, what had I gotten myself into.

One s****e of his length against me, his shaft gliding through my folds, grinding against my c**tuntil stars danced in my eyes. The muscles in my legs and core clenched painfully, warning me howquickly my o****m neared.

“I don't even have to f**k you to make you scream for me.” He grunted in my ear, just as breathlessand lust-stricken as I would've sounded. His c**k felt like steel as he thrust it against me, the handhe used to pin my hips down left small bruises that would heal all too quickly. The feral need thatboiled in him, it showed me how much he enjoyed this. He cursed under his breath, “You're going tocome, all from rubbing that little pu*s* on my co*k.”

He was right; at some point I had begun moving my hips, matching his rough strokes as the head ofhis c**k grinded against my c**t. My eyes fluttered open just in time, latching onto his as my p***yspasmed and a desperate moan was ripped from my throat.

"Remember what I told you?” His eyes were blazing, orbs of molten gold that swirled and churned. Ihad never seen him like this, this feral. Like the most savage parts of his wolf were rising to thesurface. His thick head parted my lips, pressing against my entrance. He slammed the full length ofhimself inside of me, just as he clasped a hand over my mouth. “Don't make a f*****g sound.”

I wasn't sure I had ever screamed like this before. My p***y stretched until it was almost painful,wrapped around his c**k as every brutal thrust made my eyes roll. Every whimper and plea for more,they were muffled against his hand.

“That's it, take my c**k.” Asher snarled, his words delayed as he cursed and rolled his hips againstmy own. Every time my p***y throbbed around his shaft, he let out a husky grunt. “You can't helpbut scream, can you?”

There had to be something wrong with me. The feeling of his hand over my mouth, while he cursedand shuddered in pleasure, it sent me spiraling over the edge.

At the last moment, his hand lifted from my mouth. His name was the first thing I cried out, sinkingmy nails into his shoulders as I went loose and taut. He held me close, his pace still brutal as hefound those last moments of pleasure buried inside of me, His lips latched onto my bouncingb*****s, and I could feel the moment he snarled my name against them, thrusting deep as his seedfilled me

Curled up in Asher’s arms, with everything blissfully sore, I had the best sleep I've managed inweeks. It should have been common sense that with a good night's sleep came a long and stressfulday.

The next morning, I found myself perched on top of the marble counter in the kitchen. Standingbetween my legs, smirking down at me as I devoured my third bowl of cereal, was Asher.

This was our first time living together, without the company of either one of our families. That alonemade it difficult, with our wandering eyes and greedy hands never getting enough of one another.In fact, we were well on our way for round two when Asher’s cellphone began buzzing.

Zeke's name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a picture he had to have taken himself. Asherflipped the phone over, making me snort.

"Don't ignore him. Who knows what he’s gotten himself into after last night, which you still have yetto elaborate on.” I pointed out, flipping the phone back over.

Asher sighed and answered the call, while I ate another spoonful of cereal. He pressed the speakerbutton, and immediately I began laughing at the whine that was Zeke's voice.

“Don’t make fun of me, Lolaaaa.” He groaned, his voice extra gravely in the early morning hours. Iswore there was still a slight slur to his words, even though it should be wearing off by now.

"What do you need, Zeke? Party too hard?” Asher asked dryly.

“Ugh, can you come get me? I think I drank the liquor store.” He moaned miserably, “It even hurts tomind-link you. I left my car at the lake. Some of Carson's gymnast friends drove us to theafterparty.”

"Sure, we'll be there. Text me the address.” Asher’s reply brought a grin to my face. Even broodingand grumpy, he was a good friend.

"How was that after party, Zeke?" I asked.

"Which part? The one where I figured out that college parties charge you for alcohol, or when Ifigured out they'll let you have a tab, but only if the Alpha is your best-friend.” Clearly, he was stillsomewhat intoxicated, because sober Zeke usually had an easier time filtering what he said. “Orwhen I joined Carson and her little gymnast friend for a little"

“The first two parts, Zeke! The first two!" I said hastily, placing a hand over my face.

“I'd like to hear more about that tab, and exactly who will be paying it.” Asher said, rightfully so.

If there was one thing all college students had in common, human or werewolf, was that they couldthrow back some alcohol.