The investigator hissed out a sharp exhale and finally lowered the gun. With those silver bullets safely aimed away from the love of my life, I finally felt myself breathe. When he released his tight hold on my arm, I barreled forward toward Asher, raising my arms. He caught me easily, clinging me
“Why have you packed?” he asked. My suitcase was propped up beside the bed. I frowned at it. “You know why,” I said. “It was in the email. I only have twenty-four hours to leave campus before they force me.” I weaved my fingers together. I’d been manhandled enough for a lifetime already. “It see
Chase stood in the center of the dorm room, looking first at Asher and then at me. “They failed you over one subjective essay question?” he said, scoffing in disbelief. “And they expected you to just get over it and move on?” His outrage helped fuel my own, replacing my depression and complacenc
“Thank you,” I whispered. He shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me for this.” His adoration was so simple, so easily given. All I had to do to earn it was be myself. I rubbed my thumb against his, hoping he could feel my returned affection. Chase sent the email to himself and then lean
Asher’s answer was a breath-stealing kiss. I clung to his shoulders as he delved into my mouth. He cupped the back of my head, giving me support as I turned to absolute putty against him. His other hand tightened on the small of my back, scrunched my shirt there into his fist. “Asher,” I gasped, w
Then he lifted his own shirt up and over his head. It quickly joined the rest of the discarded clothes. Before I could even prepare for his next move, he pushed my legs apart, lowered his head between them, and attacked my clit with his tongue. Pleasure spiked through me and I nearly bucked off
When I woke up again, I was the most comfortable I had ever been. It was night, and the overhead light was off. One of the bedside lights, however, had been clicked on. I was resting against Asher’s bare chest with his arm around my shoulders. He was awake, holding a book with his other hand. When
“What does that mean?” Nicole asked. “She looks the same to me.” “Later, please.” I covered my face with my hands. Asher cleared his throat. “Maybe you both can explain what exactly is going on out there.” “Oh, right,” Nicole said. “Everyone’s rallied to show their support for Cyn. And by ever
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to