Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 115 – I was only partially awake when I heard the bedroom door open. The cold draft in the hallway 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. Just two, trailing slowly to my jawline. The sparks, which could be overwhelming at times, turned subtle and soothing.

For months I pretended the crimson mark on my skin was non-existent, a nightmare that I had long ago woken up from. Tristan was trying, working to make up for his mistakes and to preserve his people, 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**l.” Asher’s reply had almost come a few seconds too late. My eyes fluttered open, confusion and amusement written across them. It wasn’t surprising. Zeke with a bunch 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 of awareness 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 impatient fingers.

“Then undress me, Alpha.” I giggled sleepily, stretching my arms over my head as I watched pale threads 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 of him in my hand. He removed my tank-top with surprisingly gentle hands, toying with the fact that goosebumps erupted wherever he touched.

Cold air enveloped me the moment my chest was b**e, the tank-top I had worn discarded on the floor. My eyes were still shut, arms still splayed out above my head as I hovered in between sleep and 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 soft curves. Oh, we were playing this game again. Warmth blossomed between my legs, tightening my n*****s and elevating my heartrate.

fingers stilled at the top of the leggings I wore, teasing where

I play

my head on the pillow to

my leggings off and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me hyper sensitive and aching in all of

lips. As much as I tried to tone down my reaction, nothing short of a miracle could keep my back from arching when he

nature of a werewolf, a Luna, and a Queen. There had always been something about Asher that allowed me to let go, to forfeit the control I was always seeking. Handing it over

quiet, sweetheart?” He chuckled low in my ear, his spontaneous nickname for me

a taunt, a promise. My eyes rolled when I felt the blistering heat of him against me, the

was dark and bottomless, ” That’s fine by me. Don’t make a

what had I gotten myself

his shaft gliding through my folds, grinding against my c**t until stars danced in my eyes. The muscles in my legs and core clenched painfully, warning me how quickly

don’t even have to f**k you to make you scream for me.” He grunted in my ear, just as breathless and lust-stricken as I would’ve sounded. His c**k felt like steel as he thrust it against me, the hand he used to pin my hips down left small bruises that would heal all too quickly. The feral need that boiled in him, it showed me

point I had begun moving my hips, matching his rough strokes as the head of his c**k grinded against my c**t. My eyes fluttered open just in

churned. I had never seen him like this, this feral. Like the most savage parts of his wolf were rising to the

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

words delayed as he cursed and rolled his hips against my own. Every time my

over my mouth, while he

pace still brutal as he found those last moments of pleasure buried inside of me, His lips latched onto my bouncing b*****s, and I could feel the moment he snarled my name against them, thrusting deep as

with everything blissfully sore, I had the best sleep I’ve managed in weeks.

kitchen. Standing between my legs, smirking down at me as I devoured my third bowl of