Asher When one of my contacts had informed me that he had seen Cynthia and the other cheerleaders being led into a seedy bar by their coach, I had hoped that person was mistaken. Cynthia had assured me the swimsuit contest was taking part at a nice restaurant, and I didn’t wanted to doubt her. Bu
I’d never seen Asher like this before. I’d seen him so furious that his wolf clawed at his edges. I’d also seen the ice in his eyes melt under the intense heat of his gaze. But never had I seen both of these things happen at once. Until now. His mouth hot on my neck and shoulders, he clutched at m
I pushed off the bed to approach the bathroom. I planned on saying goodbye through the door and wishing him goodnight. Yet when I neared the bathroom door, I heard… unusual noises. Heavy breathing. The slap of skin on skin. A thunk against the door, and a moan. “Cynthia.” What could he possibly b
By the next morning, I had slept very little. My thoughts had been entirely consumed by Coach’s ultimatum: either Asher grovel in apology for disrupting the swimsuit contest, or I was off the cheerleading squad. I knew I needed to talk to Asher about it, but I worried about what he would say. If he
The image made me ache. Eagerly, I slipped my hand down past the band of my borrowed sweatpants, into my panties. Thinking of Asher, naked and grunting, I rubbed wildly at my clit. Half on fire already, it didn’t take long for me to fully ignite. If I hadn’t stopped him last night, he would have
Asher wanted me to drop from the cheerleading squad? “Asher,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “If I leave the squad, I’ll have to leave the Academy, too.” He paused, then said, “I know.” “You can’t ask me to do that.” “I don’t want to,” Asher said, reluctant. “But…” He looked down. “I’m wo
He stormed toward his office and slammed the door shut behind him. The girls and I looked around at each other, unsure what to do. Was he going to call us later? Should we go get dressed for practice? Was this practice? His office door opened again, and we all turned to look. “Cynthia! Get your a
I hated agreeing to Coach’s demands. A private photoshoot at his house felt like a recipe for disaster. But I knew Asher would never agree to grovel, his pride wouldn’t let him. And I’d never demand it of him. To keep my spot on the cheerleading squad and protect Asher, I had no choice but to accep