His gaze lifted then, catching my eyes across the room. “Too obvious!” Nicole whisper-yelled. Aimee and I both quickly looked away. “Crap,” Nicole said, glancing. “He’s coming over.” “No way,” I said. “We should leave,” Aimee suggested. Nicole and I agreed. We’d only turned toward the
Asher Ever since escorting Cynthia home the night before, she had stayed in my thoughts. Alone in the quiet of my room, I thought of little else but the feel of her warmth within the circle of my arms. I wanted to keep her safe more than anything. I had never thought Lamar worthy of her, but o
“Oh, really?” I could understand Lamar’s concern, I supposed. My wolf strength could be dangerous if randomly aimed, but I had full confidence in my wolf’s desire to want to protect our mate. My wolf would never harm our family. I could have taken the time to explain that to Lamar, if I though
I ran across campus, with Aimee and Nicole close behind. I knew it was dangerous for the baby, but I couldn’t help it. If Asher got hurt… If anything happened that he couldn’t take back… “Keep going,” Lilith said in my mind, worry in her voice. “I will protect the baby until you get there.” It w
“Okay,” Lamar said. I glanced back at Asher. He was on his knees. He looked exhausted. Aimee and Nicole were beside him, though. I knew they would help him in my stead. I would check on him after talking with Lamar. Lamar pulled me toward the dorm, and I went with him. I went with Lamar to h
“Lamar, wait –” Lamar covered my mouth with his. As I gasped, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and licked at my own. I pushed at his shoulders, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me too tightly to let go. When he finally pulled back from the kiss, I turned my head so he couldn
“Let me go, Lamar. Please.” He smirked. “Not until I’ve tasted you.” He glanced above them, then, up at the headboard. “Ah, I almost forgot.” Holding me still with his legs, he withdrew his phone from his pocket and set up something on the screen. Then he reached above him to where a mount was s
Asher “Asher. Asher, breathe.” I tried to focus on the voice. It belonged to one of Cynthia’s friends. Which one? Aimee. Yes, Aimee. I had wanted to follow Cynthia when she had gone off with Lamar. I had tried, but then my chest flared with sharp pain like it had split open. The stretch of the