CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT - ASSERTIVE

ALPHA ASHA

The next morning, I woke to something shifting in Pixie’s scent. It was still undoubtedly hers, but there was something else beneath it, something both familiar and unfamiliar. I fixated on it for a long while, feeling my body slowly wake up, more attuned to hers.

“Baby,” I murmured, nosing at her throat sleepily. “‘Baby’.”

She hummed, her arms draped lazily around my shoulders. She was still fast asleep, and I was getting impatient, handsy.

“You smell good,” I groaned, rolling over on top of her, my hips kicking into hers. “What is that?”

She yawned and stretched a little, her hands reaching high above her head. I nuzzled close, placing open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across her collarbones, my cock hardening quickly.

“Asha?” she mumbled, brows scrunching in her sleep-dazed confusion. My hands slipped beneath her and pulled her up, seating her in my lap, her warmth inches away from my cock.

“Yeah,” I moaned, growing more and more desperate the longer I drowned in her