Alpha Asher by Jane

Chapter 215

There’s nothing soft about the way his lips claim mine. His kisses embody who he is down to his core. They’re all consuming, a raging inferno that devours and destroys everything it touches. The way his hand rises to snare my throat claiming everything, even the air I breathe, as his own.

My body ached, throbbing with the desperate need to be filled, to be as close to our mate as humanly possible.

“Asher, you’re killing me. I can’t wait any longer.” I whimpered, lifting my hips until the firmness of his cock rubbed against my opening, grinding into the little bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars. “Please…please fuck me.”

With one last resounding snarl, Asher complied.

The lake, the beach, even the gorgeous waterfall in the distance faded into nothingness. We could’ve been in a piss poor tent in the middle of the woods, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Every touch dragged me further into his depths, while every seductive word he whispered pulled me under, the currents so strong that I didn’t bother to fight.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d plummeted off the edge, but before long Asher took the fall right by my side. 1

We laid next to each other on the blanket, both of us sopping wet from wrapping up in the lake. He pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the picnic basket. Water dribbled from the longest parts of his hair down his sloped jawline, all the way down to his muscular chest. I followed a few droplets with my eyes as they traveled down the grooves of his abs, lost to the trimmed hair above his cock.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He said darkly, making me realize he wasn’t rummaging through the basket like I’d thought.

“I wouldn’t complain.” I smirked.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but then you wouldn’t be able to drink these…” He teased, pulling not one, but two blood bags from the basket.

I gasped. “You really did think of everything.”

Asher looked in the basket a second time and frowned. “Actually, I didn’t think of everything. I must’ve left the water in the car. There’s some sandwiches and bags of chips in there. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay.” I shrugged.

the basket, I set them aside along with the blood bag’s he’d handed me. I wasn’t going to start eating until he came back, but when I finished laying everything out, I had the distinct feeling there

Asher’s spicy sent billowing over my

back to the car?” I said confused.

just remembered I had what I needed.” He replied

I twisted around to look back at him, and what I saw made my

would’ve been hard to do considering he

gravely voice came out hoarse. “I knew from the moment I first saw you, when you showed up late to your first day of training, that you were different than anyone I’d ever met. I’d spent my life surrounded by people that feared me or would bend over backwards to please me. None of it was genuine, and I hated every second of it. You refused to submit-you tested me, challenged me at every turn and no matter

away again, leaving only Asher and the little box in his hand. Even the heavy thud of my heart faded into the background, taking with it every frantic, hair brained thought that squealed in my head. Marriage wasn’t something all werewolves did, but there were a few that indulged in

and as his fingers trembled, I sank my teeth into my lip to keep from crying out a

“Yes!”

that wrapped around one another, all circling a gemstone the same warm amber as Asher’s eyes. It

passed down to our daughter. I’ve already asked your father for his permission, so it’s up to you now.” Asher said gently, his eyes so warm and unbearably soft as they scoured my face.” Lola, I promise to stand by your side through every storm. There isn’t a future. for me without you in it, not in this

this man- the one that claimed every piece of my imperfect heart and filled the cracks left behind by others. Every word swirled in my head, bubbling on the tip of my tongue, but only

“Yes.”

that one word, I was tackled to the sand.

Asher’s lips fell on my own. This time they were soft, moving slowly with the flow of our desire and melting into my own with a sweetness that left

lips swollen. “Thank

short life had ever felt as right as Asher sliding that ring onto my finger. In that moment, there wasn’t a witch alive that could touch us. We were riding the high of our love, and it was one I never wanted to come down from. 1

the lake, flitting between swimming in the water, hiding beneath the waterfall, and lounging on the

into a watercolor painting of oranges and pinks, did we finally pack up and venture back to the

of limbs, lips, and teeth. There was a soreness between my legs that demanded more, begging for every shred of energy Asher

round. The second was in our bedroom with me perched on top of

on so tightly, clinging to the last threads of his restraint that kept him from