When The Grave Calls (The Veil Diaries #9) - B.L. Brunnemer Page 0,69
Salt and heat filled my mouth. I swallowed it down just as he’d asked.
He sat up and reached for me. I ended up underneath him, his lips on my throat. My skin was suddenly too tingly as butterflies danced in my belly. His hands molded to my curves as his hips pinned me to the bed. I groaned as his lips moved down my neck, his fingers shoving my shirt higher until I had to lift a little to pull it over my head.
His lips trailed down between my breasts. His palms stroked my nipples, giving me some relief, but I wanted more. I buried my hands in his hair as his mouth took one breast. I arched against him, rubbing myself against his still-hard length while his tongue danced over my nipple.
His hands took mine as he pulled away from my breast to pin my arms above me. Those silver eyes met mine. “Headboard.”
I nodded, eager to obey. He let me go. I grabbed the bottom of the headboard, hoping for more.
His hands and lips moved down my body, leaving sparks tingling along my nerve endings in his wake. I gripped the headboard as my core ached more than ever. “Ash.”
His fingers hooked into my pajamas and panties. Slowly, he slid them off my hips and down my legs. His palms moved back up my thighs to my hips, his thumbs stroking over the line of my hipbones. His lips found the inside of my thigh. His warm breath brushed over my skin. My heart thundered as his scorching mouth moved up my thigh, leaving my toes curled. He was so close. Please …
Asher lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the outside of me.
I whimpered in need.
His tongue stroked me, sending pleasure through every cell in my body. My hips moved towards him, wanting more. He growled deep in his chest before he pressed harder, his mouth taking my clit. My body shook as he took his time, stroking, licking, exploring every part of me. That fucking tongue. He slipped two fingers inside me, bringing that edge up fast. I trembled as the wave built, higher and higher.
“Ally.”
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
I whimpered as his fingers stroked me, driving my need higher and higher. My breasts aching, I covered them with my own hands and squeezed. “Don’t stop.”
“Say my name,” he ordered again.
“Asher, please.” That was all it took. He lowered his head and his mouth worked over my clit. Pleasure surged over me and tore me apart. I slapped my hand over my mouth just as a cry leapt from my throat. It seemed to go on and on, far too long but still not long enough.
Once the storm subsided, the world came back into focus.
Asher stroked my hip in a loving caress. “Thank you.”
He crawled back up the bed and wrapped me in his arms. I relaxed into him. He took my hand and threaded our fingers together. His long fingers reached the back of my hand. He looked down at me with those ocean eyes and smiled. “I love you.”
I smiled back. “I love you, too.”
It wasn’t long before Asher once again fell asleep beside me.
It was early morning when the time came to say goodbye. My chest was tight as we met them at the door. The other shapeshifters and witches were loading up, so we didn’t have much time.
Asher turned to us, his face strained. Ethan on the other hand appeared as calm as ever. They met each of the guys’ eyes and nodded. Isaac, Miles, and Zeke nodded back in some macho guy acknowledgement of feelings. And it worked.
I wasn’t the only one struggling as Asher turned to me.
His hand moved to my face. “Ally girl.”
I held his hand in place and took a deep breath as all my fears crashed down on me. “Come back to me. To us.”
He brushed my cheek with the pad of his thumb and pulled me close. I buried my face in his chest.
“I’m only doing first aid and bringing people to the ambulance,” he whispered into my hair as he held me tight. “We’ll be okay.”
I sniffed.
“I promise,” Asher whispered.
Pulling back, a sad smile spread across my face. I turned to Ethan.
His smirk was in place as he pulled me close. “Oh, Beautiful. You know we’re both too stubborn to be taken out by Jadis or her lackeys.”