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ASHER

W hy is she looking at me like that? Why the fuck do I like it so much?

My hands flex at my sides, our gazes locked. It took every ounce of control I had last night to not find a reason to claim her over and over again. To bring her to her knees and make her beg. The memory of her sweet pleas from the night at the fight club still consumes me.

Now she’s standing there, knowing a sliver of my past, and she’s right, it’s not sympathy I see. It’s more. So much fucking more.

I know what she’s hinting, what she’s saying, she feels like she might be living, and I know I’m a fucking part of that. I know it with every fiber of my being. Or my wolf does. Either way, it sets my soul alight.

Her throat bobs as she gulps before her tongue peeks out, running over her bottom lip.

It’s unreal how much she doesn’t realize how enticing and intoxicating she is. To see the deepest, darkest parts of me and still want more, that’s everything.

My cock stiffens beneath my fitted black boxer shorts, but her eyes remain locked on mine.

“On your knees, Silver,” I rasp, and her eyebrows furrow with an innocent confusion that burns me even hotter.

“Asher?” My name is nothing more than a whisper on her lips. I want it to be a prayer.

“Did I stutter?”

She shakes her head as her lips part, but before she can say a word, the sound of her alarm goes off, interrupting the moment. Not for long, though. She darts to her nightstand, turning it off immediately before scurrying back to the exact spot by her desk.

She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. “Maybe we should probably?—”

”Knees, Silver. Don’t make me say it again,” I order, and the sweet sound of her knees hitting the floor echoes through the room.

I cut the distance in a handful of strides, grabbing her chin to turn her face up to me. I bite back a groan as I feel her tremble, lust flooding her eyes as she stares up at me, silently pleading.

“Take your top off. Let me see those pretty pebbled nipples that are hidden beneath,” I murmur, dropping my gaze to her chest where her taut peaks beckon to be released.

Her delicate fingers curl around the hem of the oversized t-shirt before she lifts the fabric over her head. My dick throbs at the sight of her soft skin and taut pink nipples, even more so at her slender waist that leads down to soft, pink lace covering her pussy.

“Good girl,” I praise, and her heartbeat flutters.

Fuck.

Stepping back, I blindly edge up to the side of her bed, sitting when I feel the mattress against the back of my legs. She remains frozen in place for a moment before she starts to rise, and I lift a hand, pausing her.

“I didn’t say you could move, Silver.”

Her brows pull together once again, but she retakes her position, waiting for my command.

Double fuck.

Spreading my legs, I place my hands on my knees as I stare straight into her soul. “Crawl.”

“No,” she instantly retorts with a grimace, and I grin.

“This is going to be fun.”

“What is?” I’ve never heard a question so softly spoken, and it only makes my desire grow stronger, along with the smirk on my face.

“Watching you break.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “I’m not going to break.” Her voice is firm, a complete contrast to a moment earlier, and I cock my head.

“You think?”

“I know,” she insists.

“How about this: the distance remains between us until you crawl to me.”

She doesn’t miss a beat as she shakes her head again. “I’m not doing that.”

“We’ll see.”

She glares, and it’s impossible for me to ignore my cock any longer. I slip my boxer shorts down just enough to release my dick, sighing as I wrap my fist around it, but the pressure isn’t enough. Nothing but her will be enough.

Her eyes widen as she gulps, watching my hand slowly run up and down my length.

“Place your hands on your shoulders,” I order, and she frowns, but she seems willing to comply as she places her fingers against her exposed skin.

“Good girl,” I praise again, clenching my hand tighter around my cock at the sound of her pulse quickening.

Fuck.

“Slowly run your hands over your collarbone and your pretty tits, Silver.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but after a moment, she complies, running her fingers over her collarbone before stroking across her chest. Goosebumps rise in her wake as her breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

“Pinch your taut peaks for me, Silver.”

Her fingers engulf her nipples, just as I order, and as she pinches, a startling gasp breaks past her lips.

“That’s it. Now, skim your hands over your waist and to the lace.

” Her teeth work her bottom lip as she follows my instructions.

“Good girl, now run your hands over your hips and to your thighs.”

She stares at me, a frown in place, but she hisses as she bypasses her core and does as I say.

“Needy yet?” I ask, and she groans.

“Always,” she replies, raspy as fuck, and I smirk.

“Now you can tease the hem of your panties,” I order, and she shivers, touching the material that hides her center from me. “How desperate is your little clit?”

“Not desperate enough to crawl to you,” she retorts, and a bark of laughter parts my lips.

The sound surprises both of us, but the curl to her lips confirms she’s having fun too.

“How desperate is your clit, Silver?” I repeat, and she rolls her eyes.

“Very.”

“Feel it over the lace,” I order, and she sags with relief as she brushes the pad of her finger over her needy clit, groaning with delight.

I don’t say a word, giving us both a moment to bask in a little ecstasy. I track every movement of her fingers, watching them draw tight circles at her center. When I finally lift my eyes to her face, it’s to find her gaze zeroed in on my cock.

“Fuck, Silver,” I grunt, and her gaze snaps back to mine.

“Asher.” There it is. The plea.

“Yes?”

“Please.”

“Crawl to me,” I order, and she tenses, but nowhere near as much as earlier.

“No.”

I shrug. “Then it’s your own fingers slipping beneath the lace,” I state, loving the way her mouth forms the perfect O as she pouts.

“Spread your legs.” Her thighs open up for me.

“Hand under the lace,” I follow up, and she slips her slender fingers beneath the material that still separates us.

“Two fingers, Silver,” I add when she leads with one.

“Stretch yourself until you’re ready for me. ”

The familiar pink hue trails across her chest at my command, and if the angle of her hand didn’t give me the cue that she’s inside herself, the look on her face would.

Her cheeks brighten as a gasp parts her lips and she slowly starts to rock back and forth, grinding desperately.

I watch her through hooded eyes, her gaze locked on me the entire time, and I have to squeeze my cock with more force than usual to stop myself from coming too soon.

“Please, Asher,” she pants, shoulders shaking with desire.

“You know the requirement.”

Her eyes darken before glancing at the floor. A sigh of frustration bursts past her lips before she tilts her head back, exhaling slowly as she looks up at the ceiling. “I can’t come without you.”

“How so?” I fucking know how so, I feel it myself, but I want to hear her say it.

“My body needs your touch,” she groans, her fingers working diligently as she continues to grind on her fingers.

“Then crawl to me, Silver. Show me how badly you want it,” I goad, leaning back a little as I work my cock.

She bites back a scream as her fingers slip from beneath her lace, and before I can truly process what is happening, her palms hit the carpet. My breath lodges in my throat, making it impossible for me to think as I stare at her in awe.

One hand moves first, followed by her knee, then the other.

There she is—my queen in all of her glory—crawling toward me.

Fuck.

Her eyes remain on mine with every move until she’s perfectly settled between my thighs, then they drop to my cock.

She drags her fingers up my legs and over my thighs as she nears, my pulse throbbing in my ears. “Good girl—fuck,” I grunt, my praise slamming to a halt as she brings her mouth to my length.

A shiver runs down my spine as she swipes her tongue over the tip, and my head falls back with a groan.

I lower my hand and she lowers her mouth, taking more of me.

She doesn’t stop, and I have to pull my hand away altogether as she continues, gagging when she goes too far.

The way her throat clenches around my cock has me close to climax, and after she just crawled to me, there’s no way in Hell I’m coming down her throat.

Grabbing her hips, I flip her in the air and spread her on the bed in one swift move. She bounces with the force, eyes wide as she blinks up at me, but I jolt into action, lowering myself between her thighs.

I drag my tongue along her folds, circling her clit, and her fingers find their way into my hair. The grip of her hands urges me on, and for a short moment, I concede control.

She rides my face with purpose, with the same amount of determination that I have as I feast on her sweet cunt. The second I thrust two fingers into her core, she tightens, the grip deadly before she climaxes, drenching me in her release as her cries fill the room.

The moment her center relaxes, I slip my hand from her core as I drag my lips up over her hip bone and toward her breast. I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth as I align my dick at the entrance to her pussy.

“Asher,” she cries as I slam home, releasing her taut peak with a pop.

Our groans mingle as sweat clings to every inch of me. Desperate for more, I grab her ankles and rest them on my shoulders as I lean up, needing to be deeper. Her fingers curl into the sheets as I slam into her relentlessly, feeding both of our desires as my vision blurs.

“One more time, Silver,” I command, my muscles tingling with the impending ecstasy I know is coming and the feel of her core rippling around me. Her obeying my order so readily is enough to send me over the edge.

I hiss, biting back a groan as she drenches me in her release once again. The second she’s done, I pull out, painting her chest with my own release. We both stare at the ribbons along her skin until her eyes find mine. I part my lips, but before I speak, a knock sounds from the door.

Fuck.

Neither of us turn away, both digesting the moment between us, but when another knock comes I know it’s time for our moment to come to an end. But there’s something I have to make clear before we get to that.

“Silver.”

“Yes?” she asks, spent.

“Next time, I claim you.”