Chapter 128

Maybe you need me to prove to you who I really want.

Asher’s words shot through me like lightning, shivering all the way down to my core.

He nibbled at my earlobe and I sucked in a shaky breath. Then he licked along the shell of my ear, soothing any discomfort.

I moaned.

He smiled against the skin of my neck.

His hands moved down to my hips, and he guided me backwards, until my ass hit the edge of his desk. He gripped me under my thighs, helping me to sit up on top of the desktop, with him slotting into the open space between my thighs.

His mouth attacked my neck, sucking in kisses and love bites, claiming me to his heart’s content. I loved every mark.

With one of his hands, he gripped my wrist and moved my hand into the space between us. He pressed my palm flat against his growing hardness.

“Do you feel this?” he growled in my ear.

I hummed my assent. He was getting harder and harder under my hand. Asher bucked into my palm, then sighed.

“This is for you,” he said. “All for you and only you.”

My heart pounded against my ribcage. Any second, I expected it to jump clear from my chest.

I closed my eyes, eliminating that sense to heighten the others. Instead I focused on the sound of his soft, little gasps, as he pressed himself against me again and again.

When he apparently seemed satisfied that I would not move my hand away, he released his grasp on my wrist to cup my breasts instead.

I bowed my back, pushing myself into his large hands. His thumbs brushed over my budding nipples.

“Oh, Asher.”

“You are the only one who can get me this worked up this quickly, Cyn. Never before. And never again. Just you.”

“More,” I begged. “Prove it. I need more.”

In one fierce tug, he ripped my shirt straight off my body. I’d moved my hand away from him to assist, but the moment the offending fabric was out of the way, I pressed my palm straight back against him. He was fully hard now, bulge fiercely constrained in his pants.

Adding my other hand to join the first, I unbuttoned his jeans and brought the zipper down. His dick, still covered by his boxers, sprang free of the oppressive jean fabric. Asher groaned as I gripped him with both hands around the soft cotton of his boxers.

Asher traced light circles across my shoulder blades, then dipped his hands into my bra and palmed at my breasts. His callous skin brushed against my hard nipples, giving delightful friction. I dropped my head back, moaning.

His mouth latched onto my neck again, and my nerves tingled with so many pleasant points of tender attention.

Before long, I was grinding against the desktop. I urged him closer with my hands, until his rock hard dick rubbed against my clit through my pants.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked too.

I wanted him to pound inside of me, much like how he moved himself now, hips thrusting his cock against my most tender spot. But he wasn’t inside.

It was mind-blowing and frustrating at once.

My hands now free, I buried my fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands how I knew he liked.

“This is for you, Cyn,” he murmured into my sweat-damp skin. “This is all for you.”

Slowly, I was starting to believe him.

Then, like a cresting wave, my pleasure finally toppled over.

I clung to him, gasping and moaning.

”A-Asher…!” I was too far gone to be embarrassed, especially when he pressed his hips against me only twice more and came in his boxers.

“Oh, Cyn…”

He dropped his head onto my shoulder.

I leaned mine against his.

“Do you… believe me… now?” He asked as he struggled to regain his breath.

I nodded. Then, realizing he likely couldn’t see, confirmed aloud. “Yeah…”

I could not deny that Asher wanted me sexually. Though that was a pleasant thought, it unfortunately did not fully squash my blooming doubts.

Asher hadn’t kissed me on the mouth again. Even here, as we reached mutual gratification.

Maybe, despite wanting me sexually, Asher didn’t want me romantically. That could be why he didn’t kiss me on the mouth. He hadn’t wanted to cross some line.

Was this how he was able to convince the committee that he was beginning to see me as his mate? Because he wanted me sexually, and mates wanted each other sexually. So we had that in common. But unlike mates, he didn’t want to love me with his full heart, only his body.

The thoughts should have made me pull from him, but instead they made me tug him closer, holding tight in my afterglow.

If he only wanted me sexually, not romantically, soon even that would fizzle and fade. I had to enjoy every last moment I could with Asher, before he decided I wasn’t worth the continued effort.

I would take as much as he would give me. And I’d never forget it for the rest of my life.

I’d never have anyone like Asher again. There was no one who would ever be able to compare.

I showered in Asher’s room, and he held me for a while. Too soon, it was time for him to go to class and we had part ways.

I had been nervous to go to cheerleading practice. Asher had told me to just play it cool, but I wasn’t sure how convincing I could be. Even so, I was determined to try my best.

Once I was there, things went surprisingly well. None of the girls brought up the rumors to me, not even Elena. Nicole however had called out for the day and was absent.

I felt bad for not trusting her sooner. I wanted to apologize again, and find some way to make it up to her. I would, I decided, after practice. I’d call her and somehow convince her that she was one of my best friends. Because that’s what she was.

I hadn’t had any friends before her and Aimee and Asher. I would do anything now, to keep each of them.

Practice seemed to go more or less okay. The trainers spent most of their time helping individual cheerleaders with their own routines for the qualifying exam.

Since I had already prepared mine, I didn’t need as much one-on-one attention.

Because of this, none of the trainers were looking when one of the other cheerleaders came up to practice near me. I didn’t think much of it, other than to note it was strange that she seemed to keep getting closer and closer to me.

Was it my imagination? I didn’t know.

I tried inching away, but she just kept getting closer.

Finally, I could deny it anymore. This girl was definitely getting into my space on purpose.

I stopped my own practice, and turned to face her, ready to confront her.

Suddenly, her leg shot up in a round-house kick – that was aimed directly for my stomach!

I didn’t have time to move away. I didn’t have time for anything other than my instant reaction.

And Lilith’s.

We moved as one, protecting the baby with claw and fang. For a moment, I felt my whole body shift, becoming other… something animalistic…

I lashed out, stopping the kick. Stopping the girl.

Teaching her a lesson never to harm my child.

When I blinked back into myself, the girl was on the ground, wounded and crying.

I stood over her, blood on my hands.