Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 123

Chapter 123 – “You handled that well.” Asher chuckled, his laugh deep and rich like liquid amber. His breath was hot and curled in the air between us. The cold metal of the car chilled my back, easily seeping through Asher’s sweatshirt. His hand rested on the roof of the car and his eyes were devastatingly serious as he said, “I was going to tell him to take his questions and f**k off.”

I always took the chance to toy with my hot-headed mate, especially when he made it so incredibly easy.

I gave him a petulant look and tried to push past him, “you never did have any manners.”

My back hit the side of the car with a little more force this time. Rather than hurting me, it brought a twisted smile to my face. My head swam with his earthy scent as he leaned in close, always hovering over me. I could feel his fingers tangling in my hair where they hadn’t been before.

“You’re wrong, I have some manners.” He lowered his head and breathed in my scent. The stubble on his cheek grazed my neck, sending goosebumps pebbling my skin. He noticed every reaction my body had to his and chuckled in my ear. “If I didn’t, this entire hospital would hear me f**k you on the hood of the car, and don’t bother lying, Lola. You wouldn’t lift a finger to stop me.”

I got my revenge an hour into our drive home. The sun had vanished, darkening the sky as the moon’s silvery light took hold. The glittering forest, sprawling with light and life turned dark and mysterious at night. You could fully appreciate how dense it was when day turned to night and the slivers of shadow began gather and pulse.

 

I had been ignoring them for a while now and hadn’t even allowed myself to glance their way. They were always there, just out of sight-constantly reminding me what they could do. What they could offer. No matter how tempting tapping into that power was, the price was rarely ever worth it.

The darkness paired with the curvy highway was lulling me back to sleep, but there was something I wanted even more than another long nap something Asher had knowingly put into my head.

 

Letting the image form in my mind, I pictured the two of us parked in a secluded dirt lot. The freezing metal of the car hood on my back was nothing compared to the heat of Asher’s c**k filling me, or the warmth his hand provided as it wrapped around my throat, his thumb stroking my cheek as he told me how good I was-how well I took everything he gave. I sent the mental image down the mate-bond, always underestimating his reaction.

I grabbed onto what my dad called the ‘oh s**t’ handle as Asher’s head snapped to where I sat, sending the car veering into the other lane. The tones of bright honey had been sucked from his eyes within half a second. Blinking rapidly, he sent us back into the right lane. Thankfully, we were the only car on the road, which is what finally made me giggle.

His snarl was angry, but he couldn’t stop

evoke these feelings and emotions, it was a distraction from everything else going on, one I

the steering wheel, and his hair was now a mess from the number of times he ran his fingers through it. I had always been a fan of Asher in sweatpants, especially

Asher jerked us to the side of the road. A small stretch of gravel provided even more coverage, not that it mattered with how quickly he tore the clothes from my body and pressed me against the hood. The husky sounds he made as he cursed me for being so tempting, for constantly wanting a rise out of him, they’d forever be seared

going to dredge up some unpleasant memories, Dad still loved her in a way and remembering that the woman he knew had

night when we strolled into Asher’s parents house. The scent of grandma’s lavender cookies was within every corner

his hand. Dad sat back in the leather recliner attached

took up a part-time patrol shift. What’s got you two smelling like that?”‘ Dad

scent of what Asher and I had done was long gone. What

a head of chocolate-brown hair. She held one of grandma’s cookies in her hand, and judging from the jumbo size, I’d say grandma in for a long night. “Only been to one a handful of times. I’m definitely not fond

stand the smell of those places.” He shook his head, his mind most

the kitchen a couple seconds later, her soft-black hair twisted into a bun on her head. The plate clinked against the glass-top table, turning it smoky from the steam. Tiny buds of lavender dotted the tops of the cookies, coupling with the specks

few things for the University’s bake-sale fundraiser.” Grandma smiled proudly, her apron speckled with hints of

looked her way, his eyes glazing over for just a few seconds before the forlorn look was wiped from her face, replaced with an intimate smile. She cleared her throat, blushing as she continued without pause. “Still, I could get used to this if I’m not careful. Your grandma is going

gravely

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