Page 35 of Rejected by My Stepbrother Alpha (Billionaire Shifter Club #1)

“Get back over here,” he ordered and wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his body.

We began to kiss again, and I nipped at his lower lip.

He growled with pleasure and cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. His mouth tasted like red wine and sweet honey. Asher’s usual scent of cut wood was even more apparent thanks to the fire burning beside us. My head swam as my senses overwhelmed me.

How could a kiss feel this good?

I needed to be closer to him. The bond between us was loud and demanding. With a frustrated groan, I climbed into his lap and bucked my hips, pressing myself against his hard length.

“Ivy,” he muttered, tucking my hair behind my ear and lowering his head to kiss my neck.

He pressed hot kisses against my skin, making me shiver in his lap.

I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to steady myself when I’d never felt so unbalanced.

Our eyes met, and it seemed even more intimate than our kiss.

“Make love to me, Asher,” I whispered before I could talk myself out of it.

His hands tightened around my hips, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”

I thrust my hips against his dick and put my lips right beside his ear.

“Yes. I need you, Asher.” I gently bit his earlobe.

Then, I trailed my lips down to his neck, flicking my tongue against his warm skin as I gathered the material of his shirt and pulled it off of him.

Greedily, I took in his bare chest. His body seemed to be solely made of muscles and hard lines.

Desire flooded through me as I reached down and grabbed his hard length through his pants.

“Ivy,” Asher hissed, his eyes widening in surprise.

I pumped his dick as he captured my lips and reached down to stroke my wet center.

“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he murmured and rubbed my clit. “Is that pretty pussy wet for me?”

“Yes. I always am,” I admitted.

He growled and then stood to his feet, grabbing my ass to keep me from falling. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and I slid down his hard body, growing even more wet as I pressed myself against him.

I took off his pants along with his underwear, and he stepped out of his clothes. My mouth went dry as I stared at his long, hard dick.

With his eyes on mine, he slid off my pants, taking my black thong along with them. He fell to his knees, staring at me, the desire in his eyes making my toes curl.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his warm breath against my pussy making me shiver. “Can I finger and taste your pussy, Ivy? Can I see how wet you are for me?”

“Yes, please,” I begged.

Asher slowly slid a finger into me, and I let out a low groan that came from deep within my body. His touch made me collapse, but I caught myself on his shoulders.

As he pumped his finger inside my tight center, Asher leaned forward and flicked my clit with his tongue.

“Oh my…” I whispered, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

As he slid his finger in and out of my wet center, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, pushing his face closer to me. His tongue played with my clit, and I could already feel my orgasm building inside of me .

“I’m going to add a second finger in, baby,” he murmured against my hard bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” I whispered.

When he added another finger, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. My legs were trembling and the quiet pants coming out of my mouth were breathless.

I glanced down at him, and when I noticed that he was stroking his hard length, it sent me over the edge.

I threw my head back and bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn't yell his name. My pussy clamped around his fingers as black dots appeared before my eyes. As I came, Asher licked me, heightening my pleasure until it was almost too intense.

When I came down from my high, I lowered myself onto the floor until my thighs were on the white carpet and my entrance was right above his hard dick that was straining toward me.

“I want you,” I whispered, bucking myself against him.

“Are you sure about this, Ivy?” he asked as his hands gripped my moving hips.

“Yes. I want you to make love to me, Asher,” I whispered.

He trailed his hands down my back and lowered his mouth until it was right next to my ear. “I want you to know that I will always protect you, baby. Just like when I followed you into the woods on the night of your twentieth birthday, right before you shifted.”

I let out a surprised gasp. We shared a look. He had always been my protector.

My heart pounded against my chest as his hands guided me down. We let out simultaneous moans as my pussy slowly lowered onto his dick. Our gazes locked together, and when he was fully inside of me, Asher's hazel eyes sparked with pleasure.

“You feel like heaven, Ivy,” he breathed out and lifted my hips, until I was hovering over him. Then, he lowered me until I was sliding down his length again.

I groaned and began to slowly ride him. The fire crackled next to us as we made love. My breathing hitched when he took control. Asher grabbed my hips and controlled our pace, bucking his hips even faster, hitting me in a new spot that made a warm flush creep up my face.

My orgasm was already building when Asher reached down to rub my clit. I moaned his name and leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues moved together as he kept pumping inside me.

My thighs began to tremble around him, and Asher possessively grabbed my leg.

“I'm close, Asher,” I breathed out and moaned when his lips closed over my hard nipple.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured against my breast.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb, thrust hard inside of me, and kissed me deeply.

My warm center tightened as I came around him, triggering his own orgasm. I rode him and moaned his name as our climaxes ripped through us. I scratched my nails down his back as he pressed my body against him.

Asher cupped my face, and our gazes met as our climaxes finished.

Mine.

I collapsed on top of him, holding onto him for dear life, trying to catch my breath. I wasn't sure how long we sat there, just embracing each other. For the first time in my life, I was completely satisfied. I didn't want to move.

I'd be content to stay in his arms forever.

I woke up wrapped in Asher's arms the next morning.

I snuggled closer to his chest, wanting to enjoy every moment of his warm embrace.

For a long time, I didn't move, not wanting reality to pop the bubble that surrounded us.

But my regret was holding a needle above us, threatening to burst that bubble.

How could I regret something that brought a giddy smile to my face every time I thought about it, though?

I gave myself another moment in the safety of his arms and then got out of bed. I tiptoed to my bathroom and shivered as I started the shower. Was last night a mistake? Was it fair of me to sleep with Asher when I still wasn't sure if I could forgive him for rejecting me as his Mate ?

I stepped carefully into the shower, but the warm spray of water didn't help my tense muscles.

Why couldn’t I use the same decisiveness I showed at work with my feelings for Asher? He was always the exception to my resolve. And I still wasn't sure if I could trust him. I sighed as I picked up my vanilla-scented shampoo. When I dried off after my shower, I was still unsure about him.

But my heart skipped a beat when I looked in the mirror and spotted the necklace that he had saved for me.