Alpha Asher by Jane

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 187

The conversation between Giovanni and I replayed in my head as I traipsed upstairs and collapsed into bed. Even after it had run its course, I fought the sleep that tried to claim me and focused on mind-linking Asher.

Another hour had passed, one without any success.

I’d considered reaching out to Zeke, but after pouring all of my remaining energy into getting through to Asher, I had nothing left to expend. In a haze of utter exhaustion, I slipped away into a restless, dreamless sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the sun had yet to risen when I was yanked from sleep. The bedroom was cloaked in absolute darkness, even with the beams of moonlight streaming through the curtains. Luckily, I didn’t need light to tell who was hovering over me, their hand pressed firmly over my mouth.

It was his eyes I noticed first, the sight of them telling me that something was very, very wrong.

They were entirely gold, practically glowing in the darkness as they stared at me with a heat that belonged solely to a predator. When Asher would battle with his wolf, often flecks of gold would swirl in his dark eyes, but rarely were they completely overtaken.

I grew still beneath him when his chest began to rumble, a growl building in his throat. He didn’t seem to register my mumbling against his hand, trying to coax him off whatever ledge he managed to stumble onto.

There was nothing soft about his face. Every inch was cast in sharp angles and harsh planes. Not an ounce of recognition flowed through him, but without a doubt in my mind, the man hovering above me was in fact my mate. Even if he couldn’t see that himself.

I tried not to show fear, but it was hard when the other half of your soul looked at you with such ferocity.

He leaned in close, pressing his nose against my neck. A gasp lingered in my throat, but I kept the sound at bay. What I couldn’t control was my heart, which stammered as a momentary blip of fear took hold. His mouth was uncomfortably close to my throat, bringing on the realization that I had never, not once been afraid of Asher harming me.

Why was this time different?

Breathing deeply, he ran his nose up my neck, stopping at the base of my throat. I was warring with my mind and with Maya, both of which telling me to do opposite things. Maya trusted Asher and his wolf with every fiber of our being, but the instinct to protect ourselves was growing stronger with each passing second. It was my mind, the part of me bonded to Asher that told me not to fight, to let my mate do as he pleased.

I’d run out of time to make a decision when he pulled back, his face contorting into something terrifying and feral.

as he tore through the front of my t-shirt with his claws. The fabric was torn to shreds, falling away like cheap ribbon, and leaving

of which I could fight. My body always had a mind of its own when it came to

he dug the tips of them into my flesh, a sharp sting of pain took hold. The longer I lay frozen beneath him,

be rough and punishing, but he’s never made me

between us until I was forced to stop. I was

Asher wasn’t in there.

I could feel from him was this never-ending sense of hunger, a murderous need that consumed ever facet of his being until even his vision was tinted in a sickly shade ofred. There was no human emotion, no

my body protesting, I

had no choice but

was the one emotion he seemed to be showing, one I knew could be used against him. Sure enough, the more I thrashed, the more his snarling seemed to build. When

of that endless hunger l’d felt, a hunger that would only be satiated by

extent of what I could do. I didn’t care what Asher planned to do to me, killing my mate was absolutely out of the question. Even the shadows seemed confused,

leg and plant my foot

for his retaliation when he froze in place. His eyes glowed in the dark, skewering me where I lay beneath him. The quiet huff of him sniffing the air hit my ears, but that wasn’t the only thing that

something growing between my legs, something

here, but it was hard to notice when pinned to the bed like a wounded doe. Even as I felt the full weight of his cock hit my thigh,

would have never seen the hunger

so did my body because it reacted instantaneously, tightening my

and nearly

snarled in warning, but that only seemed

was about to do. Only a horrifyingly damp pair of panties protected my most sensitive area, which he promptly ripped away as though they

my slick flesh

biting my tongue

pulled, yanking hard enough to cause pain, but Asher didn’t even seem to notice. On the other end of our bond was that feral sort of hunger, only

could see were stars. His chest was still rumbling, and every growl he let out vibrated against my skin. Any time I tried to tell him to stop, his tongue would curl around my clit and

build, ratcheting higher and higher until all that was left was the fall. When his eyes flitted up to my face, burning with their golden glow as he ate and devoured, I had no choice but to