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“Zayne,” he gasps, his voice a low growl that reverberates through his chest. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
“Want to feel you cum in my mouth,” I murmur, the words thick with urgency.
His breath hitches at my words. “Then let me feel you too,” he urges, his voice laced with desperation.
I move up, taking him deeper than before while I wrap my fingers around his base.
“Fuck, yes… just like that,” he grunts, thrusting into my mouth as I hollow my cheeks around him. His hips roll instinctively.
My throat tightens around him as I push myself further onto him, feeling the weight of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. He lets out a strangled growl that sends shockwaves through me.
“I’m so close,” he warns between ragged breaths.
Asher’s body tenses before he releases an animalistic growl that echoes through the room. Warmth floods my mouth as he spills—pulsing jets of heat filling me as I swallow every drop eagerly.
The taste of him does me in and I jerk with a cry as I cum, filling his mouth with my release.
When he finally pulls away, panting, his eyes are dark with desire. Asher moves in a flash, flipping so his face is inches from mine, his hand wrapping around my throat as his lips crash against mine.
His tongue pushes into my mouth and my own release comes with. I startle for half a second, the taste of myself flooding my tongue, but his low growl sends a pulse of heat straight to my cock. I groan, pushing it back into his mouth in a heated exchange that has my whole body on edge.
He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his pupils blown wide with hunger. “Open,” he commands, his voice dripping with authority.
I obey without hesitation, my lips parting.
Asher smirks, then spits my cum back into my waiting mouth, his grip tightening in my hair. “Swallow.”
A fresh wave of arousal courses through me at his words, making my cock twitch, like he hasn’t already wrung me dry three times tonight. I swallow obediently, my throat bobbing as he watches, his gaze dark and approving.
“Such a good little warlock for your brother,” he murmurs, his tone softer now. He presses a lingering kiss to my lips, his tongue sweeping over mine in a slow, possessive glide before pulling away.
Sliding off the bed, he grabs a damp towel from earlier and begins cleaning me up with gentle strokes, his fingers warm despite the cool fabric. The remnants of his earlier release areharder to wipe away, but he does the best he can, his touch lingering longer than necessary.
“We’ll shower in the morning,” he whispers.
I nod, too spent to respond properly.
Asher climbs into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, his warmth enveloping me completely. His scent, a mix of sweat, sex, and something distinctly him, lulls me into a hazy, satisfied sleep.
The last thing I feel is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek before sleep takes me under.
CHAPTER 23
ASHER
My phone goes off, letting me know I’ve gotten a text. Pressing the play button on the car screen, listening as the robotic voice reads Mom's message, asking me to pick up a list of random ingredients, that makes me laugh.
When the car asks if I want to reply, I say yes and voice that I will.
I’m driving already, on my way home from practice and it’s on my way. Pulling off the main highway, I turn toward downtown.
Zayne stayed behind to do some weightlifting. At practice, he was grumbling about me having wolf strength when I easily tackled one of the guys and complaining I get off easy because everyone else has to work out.
He was teasing me, but he’s not wrong. Even though I still work out, it’s not as much as everyone else on the team.
The difference is, my enhanced abilities are something I’m born with, it’s in my DNA. And while magic is in Zayne’s DNA, it can be controlled, unlike my abilities.
I was going to stay behind and watch, but he kicked me out after he almost face planted on the treadmill because I couldn't keep my eyes off his bobbing dick in his workout shorts and was distracting him.
