Her voice was husky. “Hmmm, let me think. It might be back in my room. Should we go and see?”
He was running. Literally running away from us, Ilia in his arms.
“Don’t forget about the party later,” she screamed over his shoulder, her laughter ringing down the hallway.
A huge graduation party was going down, location to be revealed soon. We still had a few hours before the big event though, and I really wanted to swim.
The last month had been a touch stressful, and … everything before that too.
Let’s do it, water baby.
Asher in my head. Hot. Damn.
“See you all tonight,” Jesse said with a knowing grin. Things were so much better between all of us—he was even seeing a shifter from Stratford. In truth, I think the skeleton thing kind of freaked him out. He hadn’t looked at me the same way since.
Asher snorted. “Your bones are fucking sexy. What are you talking about?”
With a burst of laughter, I smacked him. “You’re an idiot. Now take me swimming.”
Chapter 41
The ocean room was my sanctuary here. I’d had plenty of late night “swimming” sessions to wind down from all the studying. My poor animals were probably scarred, but Asher and I just couldn’t help ourselves.
Our desires only increased with our bond. Now that we were metaphysically tied in every way possible … I wanted him more than ever. Standing on the beach, staring out across the water, he sent his power out, dimming the sky above, turning it from daylight into a starlit night.
“So fucking proud of you, Mads,” he murmured, stripping my clothes off. Sometimes he liked to do it the old-fashioned way, hands scraping across my nipples, fingers sending bumps over my skin.
Sexy bones or not, there were definitely benefits to having skin.
When I was naked, he dropped to his knees, face buried in my pussy, tongue stoking across the sensitive flesh there. It took him about fifteen seconds to have me moaning and rocking against him, and ten more seconds before my knees went weak as the first orgasm slammed into me.
How they hit with so much force was beyond me, but I was straight up addicted.
Asher continued to suck and lick across my clit, sending me into a second … or continuous orgasm. “Fuck,” I groaned, my fingers threading through his thick hair. He didn’t stop until I was a weak-legged, completely satisfied mess. Needing to return the favor, I ran my hand across the thick shaft jutting out from his body.
Asher dropped his head back. “Love that fucking firm grip,” he grunted, and I tightened even further, dragging a groan from him.
When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pressed me back into the sand, huge body covering mine completely. As he slid inside of me, I groaned, wrapping my legs around him.
He moved slow at first, loving me, pressing kisses along my chest and up my neck. Soon our rhythm changed as we both chased the edge of an orgasm, while still wanting to drag it out.
“Come for me, Maddison James.”
The command teamed with my full name was too much. A scream ripped from me as that slow build turned into a fucking tropical storm of pleasure. His dick swelled and my body reacted. Asher was coming; we were coming. That was just how it worked. Always together.
When he groaned, he slowed, drawing it out for both of us, the world around us made of twilight and smelling of sex and ocean. I’d never been more content in my life.
Asher dropped kisses on my lips as my body pulsed around his. He was still hard inside of me—once wasn’t going to be enough tonight. But he would take me swimming first. Our souls were craving it. We could feel it simmering in the bond between us.
“Plenty of time for me to love you later,” Asher said, lips brushing across the sensitive flesh on my neck. “Let’s do your second favorite thing now.”
With a snort, I smacked him on the chest. “How do you know you’re my favorite?”
His smile faded, a serious expression crossing his face. “Because I’m in here,” he said, brushing across my temple with a gentle stroke. His thumb moved down my face and to my chest. “And in here.”
Another toe-curling kiss later, I sighed. “You’re right, my love. You are my favorite thing.”
“And you’re mine, Maddison James. Now and always.”
Now and always.
Always was a long time for us, and I couldn’t wait.
