“Off,” I demand in return, pulling at his zippered pants and tugging them down his thighs.
He kicks them off and we both strip away our underwear as we stumble into the shower and he clicks the glass door closed behind him. The water is already steaming hot, and I groan at how good it feels on my tired muscles.
Asher picks me up again and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his thick cock between us as he pushes my back against the wall.
I gasp at the shock of cold, but quickly forget about it when his hands start roaming my body. He tweaks my nipples and massages my breasts, sucking a mark into my skin above one before trailing his fangs across my neck and shoulders, leaving faint pink streaks in their wake and raising goosebumps across my entire body.
My hands roam too. I want to touch every part of him, so I do. I trace the lines of his abs, then flatten my hands over his hard pecs, trailing water across his shoulders to where I squeeze his glistening biceps. My hands don’t even make it halfway around and he flexes for me, showing off.
I love it. My eyes flare and dart up to his, and he does it again with a smirk. I lick my lips before leaning forward and tracing my tongue over his rounded shoulder muscles and up his neck to his ear.
“Stop teasing me,” I whisper, then nip at his earlobe. “I want you inside me.”
His body shudders against mine. His hands tighten, one on my ass and one fisted in my hair, and I know I almost have him. I spot a condom packet on the shower ledge over his shoulder, and I’m beyond thankful for his optimism when planning ahead. He must have been hoping this would happen, just as I was.
I snag it and rip it open, then reach between us to roll it on his hard length. I squeeze the base of his cock before running my hands back up his muscular body, my fingers teasingly light as I leaninto his ear again.
“Fuck me, Ash” I say, and he loses it.
His pupils blow wide and he pulls back just enough to line himself up with my pussy before thrusting forward and filling me in one brutal stroke. I cry out and my head jerks back, his hand in my hair the only thing protecting me from smashing it against the tiled wall. My entire body tightens and strains to accommodate him, and he grunts as he pulls out an inch, then thrusts forward again.
Somehow, it feels like he goes deeper this time.
“Almost there, little shifter," he groans into my ear, and my eyes widen.
“There’s more?” My voice is breathy and incredulous; I knew he was big, but I didn’t expect it to feel likethis.
The chuckle he releases is dark, almost sinister, and I’m again reminded of the predator he keeps locked inside.
“Yes, there’s more, but you can take it.”
“I—”
Whatever words I was going to say are knocked right out of me as he thrusts a third time, this time burying himself entirely, his balls slapping against me as our hips meet. I’m also pretty sure I can feel him in my throat, he’s filling me so deep, and I choke as I try to breathe.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, and although I don’t recall closing them, my eyes pop open to see him staring down at me. His eyes are fathomless, a dark blue full of heat and longing and possessive attention. It lights a corresponding fire in me, and I grind my hips against him, digging my nails into his back in an attempt to get him to move again.
He does, and it is fiery bliss. Asher works my body like he knows it better than I do, and before I fully grasp what’s happening, I’m cresting the edge of an orgasm that might ruin me for all others.
“Give it to me, Raya.” He grits the words out between his teeth, jaw clenched as he roughly drives into me, my backscraping against the tile. His hands clench my hips, holding me exactly where he wants as he drags the orgasm out of me.
“Come for me, little shifter.”
The rasp of need in his voice sets me off. I come hard and long, pulsing around him as my mind leaves my body and shoots into the stars. Vaguely, in another realm, I hear him curse as his hips stutter, then he’s coming too.
“Mine.” His face is buried in my neck and he places gentle kisses along my throat as we both try to catch our breath. “Say it, little shifter.”
“Yours,” I breathe.
After a whirlwind shower,pulling on the spare clothes I brought, a couple scratches for Milton, and then sending Asher into the grocery store for snacks, we finally pull up to my apartment building. I text Z to confirm they’re ready, and next thing I know I’m opening the door and letting Asher into my place.
His eyes explore, taking in the limited details of our entryway until Reverie comes careening in, trailing glittery dust in her wake. She halts about two feet in front of Asher’s face and stares at him. Her sapphire eyes are wide, and her hair is a mess of purple and pink tangles thanks to her wild flight from the other room. Her wings flit behind her as she hovers in the air.
“Hi,” Asher clears his throat. “You must be Reverie. It’s nice to meet you.”
Reverie darts over to me and lands on my shoulder. She’s standing on her tiptoes and holding onto the shell of my ear, partially hiding in my hair. It’s a strange sensation, having a tiny creature holding onto my ear for support, and I can onlyimagine what Reverie looks like peeking out from my still-damp hair at Asher.
I give my head a little nuzzle-like twitch, lightly pushing it into Reverie in a show of support as I shoot Asher a half smile and wink. I wasn’t sure how Rev would react, as she hasn’t met anyone new since Zuri and that was over four years ago now, so I warned Asher she might attack him out of excitement, or she might hide. Looks like it’s leaning toward the hiding, but I have no doubt she’ll be covering him in fairy dust within a few hours.
