Alpha Asher and Lola novel Chapter 115

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 115 – I was only partially awake when I heard the bedroom door open. The cold draft in the hallway whooshed into the bedroom, blowing Asher’s scent until it swirled around the room.

My nose twitched, and even in my sleep I knew when he was near. Fingers brushed my cheek. Just two, trailing slowly to my jawline. The sparks, which could be overwhelming at times, turned subtle and soothing.

As his hand drifted lower, grazing my neck and shoulder, he gradually came to a stop. I could no longer feel his fingers gliding over my skin, but instead knew where they hovered.

For months I pretended the crimson mark on my skin was non-existent, a nightmare that I had long ago woken up from. Tristan was trying, working to make up for his mistakes and to preserve his people, but I’d always have the physical reminder of what side he had once been on.

Even without his mark, as his Queen, I’d always have that faint connection to him.

“Is Zeke alive?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Alive and bailed out of the county j**l.” Asher’s reply had almost come a few seconds too late. My eyes fluttered open, confusion and amusement written across them. It wasn’t surprising. Zeke with a bunch of college students, things we bound to get crazy. “I’ll explain everything in the morning, after we both get some sleep.”

My eyes opened just a sliver when I felt the rough palm of his hand against my stomach. A jolt of awareness rushed through me, similar to adrenaline as I caught Asher’s swirling golden eyes, peering at me through the darkness. The intensity of his gaze, the way he fixated on me obsessively. Was it screwed up that I found that intoxicating?

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He grunted, tugging on the hem of my tank- top with impatient fingers.

“Then undress me, Alpha.” I giggled sleepily, stretching my arms over my head as I watched pale threads of moonlight stream through the c******s in the room.

Asher replied with a vicious snarl, and I knew that if I reached out, I’d be holding the stiff length of him in my hand. He removed my tank-top with surprisingly gentle hands, toying with the fact that goosebumps erupted wherever he touched.

Cold air enveloped me the moment my chest was b**e, the tank-top I had worn discarded on the floor. My eyes were still shut, arms still splayed out above my head as I hovered in between sleep and consciousness, that euphoric state where everything felt both sensitive and cloudy.

I could feel him watching me, peering through the dark as he devoured my b**e b*****s and soft curves. Oh, we were playing this game again. Warmth blossomed between my legs, tightening my n*****s and elevating my heartrate.

His fingers stilled at the top of the leggings I wore, teasing where my skin met the fabric with skilled fingers.

“Can I play with you, Lola?

“Mmm.” I sighed softly, turning my head on the pillow to get comfortable.

The haze had wore off as he slid my leggings off and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me hyper sensitive and aching in all of the wrong ways. My b*****s bounced as I shifted in bed, my legs parting just enough for Asher to slip his hand between.

“F**k, Lola. See how quickly you get wet for me?” I whimpered softly when his fingers glided through my folds, collecting the wetness that coated my lips. As much as I tried to tone down my reaction, nothing short of a miracle could keep my back from arching when he placed a thumb against my c**t, losing some of his earlier gentleness. “You can try to pretend, but your body always gives away how much you want this.”

I sank my teeth into my lower lip, silencing my reply. It was in my nature to fight, to revolt and thrash against anyone who would hold me down. It was the nature of a werewolf, a Luna, and a Queen. There had always been something about Asher that allowed me to let go, to forfeit the control I was always seeking. Handing it over to him, it was exhilarating.

“You want to play quiet, sweetheart?” He chuckled low in my ear, his spontaneous nickname for me had nearly broken my vow of silence.

There was nothing kind about the endearment. It was a challenge, a taunt, a promise. My eyes rolled when I felt the blistering heat of him against me, the swollen head of his c**k nudging against my entrance.

His laugh was dark and bottomless, ” That’s fine by me. Don’t make a f*****g sound.”

Goddess, what had I gotten myself into.

“Don’t ignore him. Who knows what he’s gotten himself into after last night, which you still have yet to elaborate on.” I pointed out, flipping the phone back over.

Asher sighed and answered the call, while I ate another spoonful of cereal. He pressed the speaker button, and immediately I began laughing at the whine that was Zeke’s voice.

“Don’t make fun of me, Lolaaaa.” He groaned, his voice extra gravely in the early morning hours. I swore there was still a slight slur to his words, even though it should be wearing off by now.

“What do you need, Zeke? Party too hard?” Asher asked dryly.

“Ugh, can you come get me? I think I drank the liquor store.” He moaned miserably, “It even hurts to mind-link you. I left my car at the lake. Some of Carson’s gymnast friends drove us to the afterparty.”

“Sure, we’ll be there. Text me the address.” Asher’s reply brought a grin to my face. Even brooding and grumpy, he was a good friend.

“How was that after party, Zeke?”‘ I asked.

“Which part? The one where I figured out that college parties charge you for alcohol, or when I figured out they’ll let you have a tab, but only if the Alpha is your best-friend.” Clearly, he was still somewhat intoxicated, because sober Zeke usually had an easier time filtering what he said. “Or when I joined Carson and her little gymnast friend for a little–“

“The first two parts, Zeke! The first two!”‘ I said hastily, placing a hand over my face.

“I’d like to hear more about that tab, and exactly who will be paying it.” Asher said, rightfully so.

If there was one thing all college students had in common, human or werewolf, was that they could throw back some alcohol.