Page 51 of Endless Anger (Monsters Within #1)

ASHER

The moment our lips touch, my hands find her hips, and I draw her into my lap. She braces her knees on either side of me, fingers gently cradling my jaw, and tilts my head so she can deepen the kiss.

“So should I leave, or…”

I pull back far enough to glare at Foxe over Lucy’s shoulder. “Yes, you fucking weirdo.”

“Hey, some people want to be watched, I don’t know.”

Gritting my teeth, I pick up a wooden bookend and chuck it at my cousin. It misses, smacking against the wall and falling on the floor. Laughing hysterically, Foxe slides out the door, closing it behind him.

A few tense seconds pass, the weight of us being alone settling in with the silence.

“I think I might throw up,” Lucy says.

Alarm ripples through me. “That is probably something you should do in the trash can. Or down the hall in the bathroom.”

Shaking her head, she curls her hands around my neck. “No, it’s just… I can’t believe I’m doing this. Kissing you…without you objecting. I mean, I know we did stuff in the library, but you initiated it that time.”

“And if I ever object to you sucking my face off again, you have full permission to call my mom and let her know to make room in the family plot.”

“So… Why did you reject me back then?”

I tap her hip with a thumb. “Is this the conversation you want to have right now?”

“It doesn’t need to be a whole thing ,” she rushes out, like she’s embarrassed. “But I have spent the last three years wondering, so I just thought maybe…”

When I don’t immediately reply, she sighs and starts to get off me. I cup my palms under her ass and haul her up, walking to the bed. Dropping her on the mattress, I yank my shirt off and plant my fists on either side of her head, hovering over her.

My throat itches with need, but I ignore it.

“Don’t take that as me saying I don’t want to tell you.

” I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, grazing the row of piercings lining the shell and spinning the ruby-studded flat.

“We can talk about how I was a fucking dumbass and how I’ll never be able to make up for what I did. But…I’ve been dying to kiss you again.”

She flutters her eyelashes against her cheeks, brushing the heated pink skin. “Me too.”

“Good.” I grin, and when she returns the gesture, it strikes me deep in my gut that this is actually happening. That Lucy Aberdeen Wolfe wants to kiss me , despite everything. “I’d like to do some other stuff to you while we kiss if that’s okay.”

Nodding, she digs her teeth into her bottom lip, reaching up to stroke my face. My body trembles, a mix of apprehension and excitement twisting my insides into knots.

“What are you waiting for then?” she whispers. “I want your hands on me.”

Lifting a shaky palm, I slide it behind her head, threading through her soft, luxurious hair. I clutch her skull and pull her up, reveling in the gasp that escapes as her back arches to meet me.

My dick jumps behind my zipper as our mouths meet once again, hers widening enough to push her tongue into mine. She flicks in and out over my teeth, and I slip my other arm beneath her waist, fitting her pelvis against me.

She wraps her hands around the back of my neck and then hooks a leg behind my thigh, angling so her pussy rubs me through the layers she has on. Her skirt rises, catching on her hips, and I’m already panting at the thought of tearing it off her.

I squeeze, tugging at her sweater, and slowly glide my way over the curve of her leg, urging her closer. Our kisses ignite a hunger deep in the center of my being, begging me for more .

Circling her ankle, I push her calf into her thigh, moving it toward the mattress. Rolling my hips, I use the added space to grind forcefully against her clit, swallowing the strangled sound she makes with the contact.

My hands practically dwarf every inch of her I touch. Releasing her leg, I reach for the hem of her sweater, abandoning her mouth temporarily. With each inch of skin exposed as I push the fabric up, my lips trace the path, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach.

She sits up, lifting her arms so I can take the sweater off entirely, and then she’s just in her skirt, tights, and a flimsy little bralette.

Black lace covers her pale, sexy tits, obscuring her pretty pink nipples just so .

I run my hand down the zipper of my pants, my cock already throbbing, making it difficult to see straight.

I’m aware that being a virgin may put me at a slight disadvantage, not to mention the fact that I’ve been dreaming about seeing this girl naked for the past seven or so years.

Ever since I got my first hard-on watching her swim laps in the pool behind her house and realized my sexual attraction wasn’t nonexistent, it just needed a deep connection to kick in.

Still, I didn’t come into this unprepared. I’ve watched porn, I’ve practiced, I’ve fucked my hand raw some nights to build up stamina. I even swallowed my pride and asked my dad and uncles for advice, of which their main thing was to focus on her .

I can’t imagine doing anything else .

My thumb grazes one hardened peak, and her mouth parts on a shaky breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” I utter.

Her face reddens. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”

Dipping my head, I pull the lace cup toward me, baring her tit, and run the flat of my tongue over it. Saliva paints her skin, and I pull the nipple between my lips, sucking gently.

“I’ve never been more honest in my entire life,” I say around her. “You are the most magnificent creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Her fingers crawl up my neck, tangling in my hair.

Keeping my eyes on her, studying for every slight change in breathing, every flush of her cheeks, each swallowed moan, I score my teeth over her flesh. Just a bit at first, and when a fire seems to blaze in her blue irises, I apply more pressure, biting firmly.

She hisses, her back arching, and pushes more of her tit into my mouth.

I lave over the bite, reveling in the red, inflamed imprint, and repeat it on the inside, closer to the center of her chest. Then again on the opposite side and again at the top until there’s a desperate trail of teeth marks leading to her collarbone.

“Vampire,” she rasps, watching as I move farther down the length of her body, taking her skirt and tights with me. Lifting her hips, she lets me disrobe her lower half, leaving her in only a pair of black lace panties that match her bralette.

“Can’t seem to help myself,” I say, skimming my lips along her calf, propping it on my shoulder. “When you leave here later, I want everyone on this fucking campus to know my mouth was on you.”

“Well, they won’t know it was your mouth.”

“Good point.” Letting her leg fall back to the bed, I crawl off and jog to my desk, snatching a charcoal pencil. She rolls her head to the side, eyeing me as I come back with the utensil poised between two fingers.

Grabbing her hip, I flip her over so she’s lying on her stomach; she pushes up on her elbows, and I flatten my palm on her lower back, keeping her in place .

Hooking my fingers in the elastic waist of her panties, I drag them down, baring her perfect, round ass. She sucks a breath in when I kneel on the mattress, swatting her thighs apart so I can fit between them.

“Asher…” she trails off, uncertain, trying to close herself to me.

I ignore her and make the A on her left ass cheek bigger than necessary. Then again, marking her at all probably isn’t necessary . There’s no way anyone else is getting to see her like this.

Not after I’m done with her.

She’ll be lucky if I don’t beg her to stay in my bed the rest of the semester—hell, the rest of our lives . That’s how fucking far gone I already am.

Maybe always have been.

Still, there’s some strange, primal part of me that wants her visibly marked. The bites are fine, but there’s something delightfully erotic about putting my name on her, even if only temporarily and only where I’ll see.

The s is smaller but no less prominent. Charcoal glides effortlessly against her skin, and I give my signature a silky-smooth finish.

My dick leaks a bead of precum, and I grit my teeth against it, praying to whatever god might be out there that I don’t come in my fucking pants. Again.

Rolling her hips, she curls her body so she’s hovering slightly off the bed.

Granting me more access to the most intimate parts of her.

I take the dull edge of the pencil, sliding it forward, teasing her seam.

A shudder works through her when I brush her clit, and then I withdraw, moving to replace the pencil with my mouth instead.

“Hey, wait.” She glances at me over her shoulder, her hair falling in front of her face. “Don’t do that.”

My eyebrows raise, but I pull back, sitting on the edge of the bed. Disappointment washes through me, and a wave of insecurity has me tightening my grip on the pencil, loathing myself for not having done this years ago. Maybe she wouldn’t have cared about the inexperience then.

Lucy twists around, getting to her knees. Her swallow is audible as she reaches for me, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me so I’m lying supine on the bed.

Her naked form hovers above mine, her tits right in my face. I strain upward, lashing my tongue against one, reveling in how the nipple hardens even more.

She leans down, kissing me hard and fast before sliding backward. Trembling fingers move to undo the zipper of my pants, and I feel each tooth unlatch one by one, punctuated by a jolt of my cock in response.

The sensation reverberates in my chest, in my bones, like a symphony contained only by massive walls and domed ceilings. My breaths struggle to make their way out of me as she starts to work my pants down, pausing once she’s at my knees.

Tilting her head to one side, she studies the sole tattoo I have on my body. The wolf with a crown of roses, about the size of my entire hand, on top of my right thigh.