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We stay like this for what feels like forever.
Desire once boiled in my veins, but now simmers, left untended. Mundane issues shove away the fog of arousal and obsessive cataloguing of each breath he takes.
My back hurts.
He’s got me partially bent over his arm, and the unnatural position leaves me off–kilter, my balance thwarted and my core muscles begging for a gym membership.
I pat Asher’s back gently at first. A tentative tap–tap against rigid muscles, warm and soft beneath my hands. No response. His face remains buried in the crook of my neck, his breathing deep and ravenous, like he’s inhaling me into his soul. Sometimes, I almost feel like he really is- like something inside of me is being absorbed into him. But it’s just my addled imagination going haywire.
“Asher,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the aggressive drone of all three of the RV’s air conditioning units.
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Another grunt. He nuzzles closer, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin below my ear. A shiver runs through me, desire spiking sharp and hot before fading back to a dull throb.
My pats turn firmer. More insistent. The gentle rhythm becomes an urgent drumming against
his broad back.
“Asher.” Louder this time, my voice steady even as my legs tremble beneath their demand. “Asher, please.”
But he’s lost somewhere I can’t follow. His grip tightens fractionally, and I feel the hard planes of his chest press against mine with each breath he takes. A tremor passes through him, and an answering shiver of want flares dangerously low in my abdomen.
And then it’s gone again, doused by the growing ache in my spine.
“You’re going to snap me in half, I finally gasp, shoving against his shoulders. I’m desperate for relief. “Please, let me go. My back hurts!”
His entire body goes stiff.
For one blessed moment, I think he’s heard me. That he’ll release me and let blood flow back into my cramping limbs and case my body’s muscle failure.
Instead, his arms constrict further, an iron vise crushing me against him. His grip becomes almost painful, bordering on desperate.
“No.” His denial is hot against my skin. “I can’t let you go.
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The anguish in his words is enough to stem my rising irritation. This isn’t the terrifying Lycan King speaking. This isn’t even the overbearing Asher who stormed into the camper moments
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This is another him entirely, something broken and vulnerable. My chest hurts hearing him.
Reluctantly, I wrap my arms around him again, patting his back gently as I sigh. “At least let me stand up straight.”
When he first ripped off my shirt, my mind had gone straight into the gutter, asstiming a much more sordid situation to come. Unfortunately, he hasn’t done a thing except… breathe. A lot of hot, heavy breathing.
Wait–did I just say that’s unfortunate…?
Asher grunts, which is not an answer to my question at all. Then his hands drop lower, fingers curving around my ass and pressing dangerously close to the sensitive area between my thighs.
My breath hitches.
He suddenly lifts me off the ground. Instinct kicks in, and I tighten my embrace around his neck, my legs flying around his waist on their own accord. A small shriek escapes my lips, echoing through the cramped camper.
But my back finally has the relief it was begging for.
“What are you-”
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at me. His face remains buried in the crook of my neck, puffing out hot breaths as we walk the few steps to Echo’s daybed. Each movement jostles me against him, creating delicious friction.
The simmer returns to a boil.
My thighs clench tighter around him for stability, and he lets out a tortured groan..
“Stop,” he growls against my skin, his voice rough like gravel. “Stop, or I’ll lose what little control I have left.”
The absurdity of his statement hits me. He tore off my shirt.
“Control?” I ask blankly. “You consider what you’re doing right now in control“?”
His only response is to tighten his grip on my ass, fingers digging into the soft h there. The daybed creaks under our combined weight as he lowers us down, somehow managing to keep me straddling him. The position feels dangerously intimate, yet he still hasn’t looked at my face
even once.
“Asher,” I try again, fighting against the fog of desire clouding my judgment. With the relative safety of the bed against my back, I slide my arms from around him and press my hands against
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his chest, attempting to create some space between us. “This isn’t normal. You can’t just burst. in here and-
“You’re driving me crazy, he interrupts, pressing soft kisses against my neck.
I grind my teeth together, fighting my body’s debauched insistence on letting him do whatever he wants with me. “You tore off my shirt.
He finally lifts his head from the crook of my neck, staring down at me. It shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, but here we are, drowning in an occan of sexually gray boundaries. “It was in the way. I need your skin against mine, Violet. I need your scent. Your warmth.”
The possession in his voice sends a contradictory thrill through me. Part of me wants to slap him for his arrogance, while another part–a part I’m not particularly proud of has already given him the keys to my body, giving him full ownership.
“No,” I manage firmly, though my body betrays me by melting further against him. “You can’t.” “You’re mine,” he rumbles, ignoring my protest. “Mine to protect. Mine to…” He trails off, his. eyes darkening as they roam over my face.
“To what?” I challenge, my heart hammering against my ribs. As if I’m waiting for a specific
answer.
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Instead of answering, Asher brings his hands to either side of my head before lowering himself onto his elbows. His nose bumps mine. His lips brush against my lips. Once. Twice. Then there’s space again as he pulls back, watching me with pupils so dilated only a thin ring of gray remains. “Just mine,” he repeats, his voice rougher than before.
Limbo has me in a chokehold, leaving me hovering between desire and reason.
“What if I don’t want to be yours?”
His lips quirk into something almost resembling a smile–the first I’ve seen from him.
Ah. When did the scary aura around him fade?
“Then why are your legs still wrapped around me?” he asks, light and teasing. Like he’s a whole. different person from the man who found me in the forest. From the one who dominated an entire pack with his fury. Who told me I was his prisoner.
A fierce blush suffuses my cheeks and I turn my head away from his tempting face. But when I try to unlock my legs, they just… don’t listen. They remain wrapped around his waist as he rocks. his hips forward, shoving against the most sensitive part of me.
Echo’s shorts, which were already a questionable length to begin with, have ridden up until they barely cover what’s necessary. My thighs are completely bare against the heat of his skin, even
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hidden behind denim.
A soft moan comes out of me unbidden, and Asher chuckles. The sound is dark. An invitation to
sin.
“Look at me, Violet.”
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