Chapter Five #2
He continued cooking, and the silence between them was filled with a sense of camaraderie. Two souls mirroring each other in shared empathy.
Not long after, the food was done and he slid a plate in front of her before sitting down next to her. Delicious scents made her stomach growl and mouth water. Steak, potatoes, broccoli, and salad.
“Bon appétit,” he said.
Slicing through the steak was like slicing a hot knife through butter. It was so tender it was almost ridiculous. One taste and her eyes rolled back as a little moan crept out.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
She opened her eyes and saw he stared at her, his fork halted midway to his open mouth. A flush warmed her cheeks.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
He shook his head, as if clearing it from cobwebs, and shifted a little on the seat. “No, please. Never apologize for those moans of pleasure.”
The double entendre was unmistakable.
They ate a while in silence and before she knew it, she’d eaten every bite of food on her plate.
If he wouldn’t stare at her crazily, she would’ve been tempted to lick it clean.
Eventually, he rose and took their plates to a dishwasher and put them in.
Then he pulled something out of the fridge and set it on the island.
“You baked a cake?” she asked, surprised.
“There’s something cathartic about baking.”
“I hate to say this, Asher, but you’re messing up all my bad-boy preconceived notions about you.”
“Dang, I hate to be a disappointment.”
He cut the cake and placed a slice on a small plate, then slid it to her. Rich chocolate temptation, and she picked up her fork to take a bite. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
“Well?” he asked, taking a bite of his own.
“I think you missed your calling,” she said seriously. “You should’ve been a baker. This cake would make you a million dollars.”
He grinned. “You can take it home to Clover, if you’d like.”
“Really? She’ll love that. Thank you.”
She finished her dessert in a few bites and wished she had enough room for another slice, but she was so full she was uncomfortable. This time, she was the one who rose and placed the dishes in the dishwasher, then turned to face him.
“Are we going upstairs to have sex now?”
He tilted his head as his gaze searched her face. “First, tell me why you want to get rid of your virginity.”
“Does it matter why? From what I heard, you sleep with women once and move on. That’s what I want.”
He winced. “You make me sound like a Lothario. Let me just say, it matters to me.”
Juni saw his resolve and wondered if she should just walk out. She didn’t want his scrutiny or judgement, and glanced at his door, trying to determine if she could walk home.
“Why are you nervous?”
“I, ah, I just don’t know why you care to know. I’m a girl. You have a cock. That should be enough.”
He tilted his head and stared at her, waiting patiently. She huffed and gave in.
“After my mother died, my father became more unhinged. He’d always preferred living apart from a society he thought corrupted the natural nature of wolves.
” The memories threatened to overwhelm her.
“When Brinnah Brice came to town, he heard about her secular pack in Canada. It gave him the idea that maybe Sheridan wasn’t the place for him, so he went up north to check it out, and he liked it so much he asked to join.
They made a deal. Their alpha, whose mate died of some disease, wanted a virgin wife.
And my father offered me up like a lamb to a slaughter. ”
“So, it’s your noose,” he surmised.
“I get rid of my V-card and that won’t ever be hung over my head again. Never mind the fact that my father is dead.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “I respect that.”
He stood and held out his hand. She stared at it for a brief moment, because she knew as soon as she took it, everything would change.
This man before her was her moon fated mate, but he didn’t know that and she wouldn’t tell him.
A mate wasn’t what she wanted. She refused to escape one prison only to plunge into another.
Men used women up, until there wasn’t anything left except hollow husks rotting in the ground.
Juni slid her hand into his and he pulled her up. They stood so close his warm breath stirred a few strands of her hair. His nostrils flared as desire turned his eyes molten. Butterflies swarmed low in her belly as nervous anticipation gripped her.
He led her from the dining room, down the hallway to the bedroom. The low light offered just enough illumination to cast an ethereal glow to what they were about to do.
“One last chance,” he murmured. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He slowly undressed her, unbuttoning her blouse to let it float to the ground.
Then he unzipped her pants and they pooled at her feet.
She stepped out of them and stood before him in only her panties and bra, chest heaving as she waited.
He perused her up and down, the heat in his gaze scorching hot.
He undressed himself until he also stood before her in his boxer-briefs, his body chiseled perfection, the V-cut of his Adonis Belt disappearing under the cotton.
The bulge between his thighs grabbed her attention, and she couldn’t seem to look away. Soon, that would be inside her.
Everything became crystal sharp. The placement of the furniture.
Him. Her. The way her skin felt. The mood.
The thumping of her heart in her chest. Slowly, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms. He watched it fall to the floor.
Then she tugged her panties and stepped out of them.
Being a wolf, she shouldn’t be shy since nakedness was a part of their nature, but she couldn’t help it because this man was about to know her intimately.
Following her lead, he dropped his underwear and gripped his cock.
A bead of fluid rose at the tip, and she wondered how he would taste.
Yeah, she’d done a little research.
Asher reached for her and pulled her into his body as he ran his nose up the column of her throat and brushed kisses over her skin, skimming the area right behind the earlobe.
“You can touch me,” he whispered.
She tilted her head to look up at him, discovering his silver eyes blazed with desire.
His body was a chiseled work of art. Biting her lip, her hands lightly slid over his abs, tracing over every dip and groove.
His skin was buttery soft, stretched over tight muscles.
Never, in a million years, did she think a man’s body would be beautiful.
She had expected intimacy to be quick and rough, but he was tearing apart all her preconceived notions.
“We can stop anytime you want,” he murmured.
“I want this,” she said softly. “I want you.
Much to her surprise, Asher fell to his knees. Her heart pounded with excitement as he parted her thighs far enough so he could explore. One finger traced the seam of her slit, and tingles went up her spine. His touch was magic. Was it because he was that talented? Or because he was her mate?
He lifted one thigh and placed it over his shoulder.
With one hand spreading her, Asher’s mouth descended, and he took one lick from bottom to top.
Then, when he reached the top, he sucked in a bundle of nerves that had stars exploding behind her closed eyes.
She was no stranger to caressing her clit, but his mouth was nothing short of heaven.
Her juices flowed and he lapped them up, making noises like he loved her taste.
The white-hot fire that roared through her caused her to beg for more.
“Please,” she gasped.
Asher lifted her and laid her on his bed, then spread her legs wide.
His hands roved up her legs, and his mouth latched onto her pussy.
Her body arched in pleasure as he seized her clit once again, but this time he pushed his finger into her channel.
Her hips instinctively found the rhythm to mimic his hand pumping in and out.
“I think... I think I’m going to come,” she cried.
“Do it, my beauty. Come all over my face.”
Juni went up in flames, crying as she convulsed in pleasure. It was completely different with a partner, and she saw how women easily lost their heads to smooth-talking men.
Asher raised up between her thighs and pushed her legs wide. He took hold of his cock and pumped it as he watched her. She couldn’t seem to look away.
“You look scared,” he said.
It took all her strength to drag her gaze from his cock.
“It’s just, you’re so big. That means it’s going to hurt, right?”
“No, it won’t,” he murmured. “I’m going to make sure you feel nothing but ecstasy.”
He bent over and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling while his hand settled on her clit, caressing the little bud.
Bliss slammed into her body once again and she moaned at the exquisite pleasure rocking her foundation.
Vaguely, she heard the crinkle of a wrapper and she glanced down to see him sheath his cock in a condom.
Then he lined himself up and slowly pushed forward, but it was like she was drunk.
A heady feeling where everything came in waves.
There was a slight pinch, but she felt pressure and fullness rather than pain.
Books told her it was supposed to hurt, but that was the farthest thing she felt.
Slowly, Asher pulled out, only to push back in again. Back and forth he rocked.
“Can you feel me, Juniper?”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching her back.
“Good, because this pussy feels amazing.”
The more he worked his cock in and out of her body, the more unsteady she felt, as if on a tightrope. Like one wrong step and she’d fall without a safety net.