Chapter 40

Asher's Point Of View

My eyes enlarged.

"You are in heat," She gave me a confused look. I don't think she even knows what that meant and she didn't care. No wonder her scent and arousal were stronger.

But this couldn't be. Cirilla's wolf hadn't emerged yet. There was no she should be in heat.

My thinking was interrupted when she wrapped her hands around my neck, swallowing my lips hungrily as if seducing me back into that crazed wild passion. And I almost gave in like I did a while ago.

Ryker was already going berserk to mark her and the sweet smell of her arousal wasn't helping at all. It smells so fucking good.

I growled, pulling her away. I wanted so badly to have her under me on the bed while I fucked her till she can't walk. But if I give in now, I won't be able to resist claiming her, making her wholly mine. At this point, I had no fucking control.

Cirilla groaned in pain, tears in her eyes. "Asher please,"

Goddess, she didn't have to beg me, I would gladly undress her and pleasure every part of her body like that was the only reason for her existence.

I held her tightly to me, my eyes gliding down her long wet hair, sticking to her face. Her wet dress had so quickly become like her second skin, giving a detailed outline of her full round breasts, her curvy waist, her hips, and everything beautiful about her.

Ryker growled in my head, struggling hard to be free, driven by desire and lust. I was too.

I hoisted her up, and she wound her slender legs around my waist, rubbing her wetness against the bulge in my pants as I had done earlier.

My eyes flashed golden. Ryker was at the surface, badgering me to get out to claim her once and for all, to pleasure her body in every way she wanted me to.

I fought hard until I regained control again. I attacked her lips with kisses, taking her out of the bathroom to the bed.

Her wet body sunk into the bed as I pressed hard into her, my fingers brushed along her thighs and she shivered under my touch.

She gasped, feeling the shock of powerful tingles that raked her body.

She trembled under me and gasped again as I dipped my tongue into her mouth, devouring her completely. Her hands gripped my messy black hair tightly, moaning into my mouth and she began grinding into me.

I groaned, grabbing her waist. I could feel the hotness of her body through the thin fabric that hugged her skin.

Her electric blue eyes were drowned in lust, glowing with heated desire.

I breathed in the scent of her arousal, it was swirling in the air around us.

My hands roamed up the sides of her stomach, under her breasts until I gripped her firm mounds.

She released a sensual moan.

Her nipples peaked and tingled furiously under the heat of my palm.

I hated the dress already. Immediately, the sounds of material tearing filled the room for a second, and she was bare before me, only in her white lacy panties that were fucking wet for me.

I kept my clothes on, even though they were drenched. I needed them to help guard whatever sanity I had left to prevent me from going too far.

In haste, I attached my lips to hers again. She responded instantly, her hands sneaked into my shirt to take it off, but I gripped them, confining them with my hands. She started grinding her hip against mine.

Goddess, I was already hardened, and any more of her temptation I would lose it.

My breathing was rough and unstable as I kissed from her chin, down her neck, unto the smooth valley between her full perky breasts.

My beast growl escaped my lips, as I caressed one of her breasts and swallowed the other full in my mouth.

She arched her back against the bed, jerking my hair. "Ash!" Her moans were siren whispers in my ears, seducing me, charming me.

I devoted long minutes sucking each of her perky breasts, and suddenly, I can't wait to taste her.

My darkened lustful eyes peered up at her. "I can't wait to taste you, princess," It was no lie I had been dreaming of dipping my tongue inside of her for a taste for so long.

I ripped her lacy panties off, my eyes rolling down her pristine body. She was a fucking goddess. "You are so beautiful, princess," I admitted, admiring her.

Her blue eyes sparked with raw lust, desire, and impatience. "Fuck it, Asher Cohen, don't just stand there, I need you," She groaned in pain.

My eyes slid down to her throbbing flesh. She was soaking wet.

Her eyes flashed with fiery desire as I feasted on her wet folds and then I positioned myself between her legs.

My lips parted and my tongue pressed against her pussy, kissing it softly, before licking her slit to her sensitive nub.

She shuddered, moaning my name out. "Oh my gosh! Ash!"

"Hmm," I growled possessively. "You are so fucking sweet, princess, I could feast on you forever," I grunted, sucking her wetness.

She kept moaning, arching her back all the more against the bed, and tugging my hair tighter.

"Yes. Oh yes" Her ragged breathing bounced off the walls, as she bit her bottom lips, moaning.

My tongue darted onto her wet folds, lapping at every juice that kicked out of her tiny hole.

This felt so good. She tasted better than I had imagined.

I kept sucking her juices, and she held my hair harsher and she squealed as I dipped my finger in her throbbing hole, pulling my tongue out.

I smiled. She was so fucking wet for me. I slipped a finger into her, and her hold on my hair tightened as I began to pump in and out of her. Soon I slipped another finger in, thrusting in and out. She kept moaning. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine, kissing her as I increased the pace of my fingers.

She cried in pleasure, her sharp nails leaving marks on my arms. She was high with so much pleasure, and it pleased me to know I was the one giving her pleasure.

She cried out once more, and I felt her cum in my hand. I got on my knees quickly, lapping her sweet juices, before pulling her in my arms.

"A-Ash—" She tried speaking but I silenced her. Her voice sounded weak, and she had lost every strength in her bones.

My hand brushed back her hair that stuck to her face. Her lashes were fluttering, trying to keep her eyes on me. Her eyes connected to mine, and a breath caught in my throat at the sight.

They weren't just blue. They were glowing a blinding blue. Then I heard it. The voice in my head, reaching out to me. To Ryker. The presence intruding had a strong aura.

"Hello Ryker," I heard in a faint whisper before Cirilla passed out in my arms.

Ryker was also stunned. "It was her wolf,"

I nodded, pressing her body against mine, shocked. "Yes, it was,"

*****

Cirilla's Point Of View

I woke up to the warm emptiness on Asher's side of the bed. I pulled up to a seating position, glancing around. I soon realized I was completely naked under the sheets. I grabbed the shirt on the bed, wearing it. It was Asher's tee.

I smiled at the way it looked on me. But I loved it. I love the size difference between Asher and me. It was almost thrice my size while on Asher it fit like a second skin, tightening around his glorious muscles sexily.

The bathroom door opened and Asher walked out, having just his pants on.

"You are awake," He smiled, moving over, and kissing me.

"What happened last night?" I asked even though I had a vivid memory. I wish I could say I felt embarrassed, maybe then I would feel a little ashamed of my wild display last night. But I didn't.

"You don't remember?" He had a naughty smirk on, raising a brow, trying to play detective.

I shook my head.

"Well, you almost raped me," He chuckled, his eyes sparkling, while sitting next to me on the bed.

"Dirty lie," I retorted, smiling, hitting his toned chest.

"That's true,"

"So you expect me to believe a weak girl like me overpowered the mighty alpha," I was on him, straddling him on the bed.

Asher laughed, holding my waist. "That's still not far from the truth," He kissed me. "So you do remember something,"

I smirked naughtily. "A little,"

His expression became serious as he asked, and my brows crippled. "Do you remember what happened before you passed out in my arms?"

"What?"

"Your eyes. They were glowing blue, and you connected to my mind, princess. Well, your wolf connected to Ryker," His hands ran up and down the skin of my bare legs.

"What?" My bones became still. I climbed off Asher, staring at him seriously.

"You don't remember?"

I shook my head. "I don't," I heard the voice in my head yawn, mumbling something in a bored tone but I ignored it. "What did she say?" I asked, my heartbeat quickened, ignoring the voice in my head.

"Hello Ryker. That's all," He said and I paused for a second.

"That can't be. You said once I turned eighteen, only then was I likely to get my wolf,"

He nodded. "And that's why what happened last night is surprising, Ci, and I think that's the reason your feelings were heightened last night," He paused, thinking. "Ryker and I think, maybe, at some point, you had connected with your wolf and she's part of your consciousness but unable to emerge yet,"

His words caused me to almost shiver in shock and my words were breathless. "What? Are you sure?"

Asher nodded, pulling me close.

I couldn't quell the quick drumming of my heart. I couldn't quite settle with the possibility that all this time, it had been in me. My wolf. That she was somewhere in the corners of my consciousness and— my mind froze immediately and eyes widened out of their sockets at a thought or more a fucking realization.

My stare went on Asher in haste. "How do I tell she's in me? What do I feel?" I shuffled closer to Asher.

He scanned me, surprised. "You'll feel your wolf. Her presence. Sometimes you would feel her emotions and can speak to her. She can speak to you too. Most times, it'll sound like a second voice in your head, having different thoughts and feelings on its own. Can be annoying sometimes. It feels like you but at the same time—"

"Have a helluva opinion of its own," I finished.

Fuck!

I was momentarily paralyzed by Asher's words and my sudden realization.

It was her. It's been her all along. That fucking voice in my head was my wolf.

I felt the voice in my head roll her eyes. "Took you long enough, human,"

I turned to Asher in awe and he had a small gorgeous smirk playing on his lips. "Let me guess, there's been that voice in your head but you thought you were going insane,"

I nodded. "I can't believe it," I whispered, still haven't recovered from the shock. I started hearing that voice the day I met Asher.

I peered up at him through my long lashes. He awoke that side of me.

"In my defense, you should have said something about being my wolf. How was I supposed to know I wasn't suffering from Mum's psychosis," I voiced in my head, feeling happy.

But she rolled her eyes in response.

"When can I shift? Now?" I voiced again.

And she grunted. "Slow your roll, honey. Not so soon,"

"Why?"

Silence flooded my mind. She didn't speak and when she finally decided to, her words struck me numb.

"Because of that stupid bitch. Jasmine. I can't emerge because we have been spellbound. There's no way we can access any of our powers,"

I was confused, but I wasn't stupid not to understand her words. "Mum did that,"

She rolled her eyes at something, huffing in frustration. "Also responsible. She locked me away. I only managed to speak to you because we met our mate. I want to be a free human, and Jasmine knows how to do that,' Every word she said was riling me up. The rage I tried suppressing had broken loose.

She paused. "You need to go find her,"

I pulled up and Asher's bright eyes followed my movement. "What's wrong?"

"It's time I met my mother dearest," I strolled to the bathroom, taking off Asher's tee. "She has a lot of explaining to do," I whispered to myself, getting in the shower.