Page 115 of The Enemy to the Living
“Yes.”
“Good.” Asher kisses my cheek and takes the lube from my hand before he spins me so I’m facing the door. I brace myself, both hands on the back of the sofa as he pushes my joggers down and then shoves my legs further apart. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. Fuck, this is going to be perfect.
“Remember to breathe,” he mutters, and one slick finger circles my hole. I nod and Asher begins to press inside, moving slowly, but even that sensation is enough to have my mouth falling open, desperate whines escaping with each breath.
The only sounds in the room are my panting and the slick movements of Asher’s fingers as he stretches me open. I dig my fingers harder into the back of the sofa, and when I feel the tingle of claws wanting to emerge, I tamp down on the sensation. No. No shifting. Not yet. Asher can’t fuck me if I shift.
The last thought is the one that settles my wolf, and Asher nips my shoulder as though he knows exactly the dilemma I’m in. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, shoving his fingers in deep and crooking them until he presses against my prostate.
I shout, the pleasure I’ve been feeling up until now coalescing into something deeper, more powerful. If I don’t have him now, I might just die. I reach back and shove at Asher’s forearm, legs trembling.
“Asher, please—”
“Ready?”
“Get in me.”
He snickers but pulls his fingers free. “So bossy,” he says, and I hear slick movement again, then feel the head of his cock pushing against my hole.
“I want you,” I whine. I need him to know. I need him to understand. It’s everything he’s ever done for me, but it’s more than that, too. Iwanthim, and though it would be easy to just rely on him and say he’s my mate and be done with it, I need him to know that I am making a choice.
“Fuck, I want you too,” he whispers low in my ear and begins to push inside.
I toss my head back and groan. The burn as he stretches me even wider open on his cock is something I hardly register. Even the pleasure feels secondary to the flare of power in my chest, the knowledge that our mating bond is only strengthening, the feel of his emotions sitting alongside my own.
Asher lets out a ragged moan and reaches around, teasing my nipples as he rocks in and out. “You feel so good.”
“Fuck.” I whine and push back against him. “More. Give me more.”
He growls and pushes in a little harder. I groan when his hips slap against my arse, finally full to the brim of him. Asher ducks his head and bites my throat. The sensation of his teeth against my skin, his cock in my arse, has me seconds away from coming.
I whimper and rock back and forth as he begins to fuck me. He moves slowly at first, teeth still on me, but when he lifts his head, he starts to thrust harder, faster. I’m still bracing myself against the back of the sofa, though I’m not sure if it will stay in one place.
“Ready, pup?”
“F-fuck.”
I cry out when Asher finally lets go. He kisses the spot he’s bitten just before his hands drop to my hips. Each thrust is deep,powerful, and exactly what I need. I moan and shake—maybe they’re what he needs, too, because every sound I make has him moving faster until he’s panting, breath damp, against the back of my neck.
“Asher,” I moan, voice strangled. My cock hangs heavy and hard between my legs, dripping pre-cum onto the carpet. Neither of us has touched it. I want him to. I want that big hand wrapped around me, dragging my orgasm out of me.
Like he hears me—like I’ve said it, but I’m sure I haven’t—he reaches around and curls his fingers around my cock. I almost sob at the feeling. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs in my ear, and I know that he means it beyond this moment.
I turn my head. Asher’s mouth meets mine in an awkward, biting kiss, but it’s perfect because it’shimand we’re here and I get to keep him forever. He pulls away to bite my jaw, teeth digging in like I’d expect of any wolf.
“Fuck, pup, this is gonna be over so fast.”
“Don’t care,” I say and whine when his hand speeds up. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I don’t know which one of us comes first. Asher pants in my ear, hand firm, unstoppable, and the pleasure coiling inside me explodes, shaking through my entire body. I toss my head back as I cry out, vaguely registering his low groan in my ear as he thrusts in hard and spills inside of me. Asher strokes me through it still, mouth against my shoulder as he milks me dry.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter. My legs are shaking so hard I don’t know that I’m going to be able to stay standing on my own.
Asher chuckles. He kisses my shoulder again and then eases himself out of me. I grimace but gratefully lean back against him when he wraps his arms around me.
“Come on, darling, let’s get cleaned up.”
