Alpha Asher and Lola

Read Alpha Asher by Jane Doe Chapter 158 – “Get off of me.” I snarled, lacing my voice with venom even though my body’s reaction told a different story.

Asher didn’t smirk, nor was he gentle when he pulled my head back by the long strands of my hair. The pain that crackled across my scalp was mixed with something almost pleasurable, and I fought as it stoked the glowing embers that warmed in my core.

“If you want me off, then remove me. Even back then you were able to do it, weren’t you?” His laugh was deep and the sound of it strengthened the sparks that caressed my skin, but rather than humor it held hunger.

My face heated and refusing to take his bait, I bit back my snarl.

“Were you even trying to get away, Lola?” He tilted his head as he asked and leaned in to run his nose along the underside of my jaw. As I heard his soft inhale, a shudder rolled down my body. “…because from the scent I’m picking up, you’re exactly where you want to be.”

An almost painful throb began between my legs, and Asher’s eyes darted down as though he could feel it himself.

“Asher, we need to talk about this.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Where are your clothes?” He asked, and from the soft tone his voice had taken on, I knew nothing I said would deter him.

“You were about to k**l someone; I didn’t exactly care about my outfit at the time. Would you rather me have put on a sundress? Or maybe a pair of boots to protect me from the blood splatter.”

It might’ve not been the best idea to catch an attitude with an Alpha halfway off the rails, but I’d always been impulsive.

Looking back, I expected him to force me onto my knees or tear my clothes off—both of which I would’ve given into, but Asher had something different in mind. I bit back a yelp when he pulled me away from the wall and into his chest. From the heat in his eyes, I could tell a reaction was what he wanted and as much as it pained me to do the opposite, I was nothing if not horribly stubborn.

and guided me back to the massive executive desk. Asher paid no mind as we trampled the papers that littered the floor and reclaimed his seat in

them if I actually wanted to-which he knew all too well that I did. Both Maya and my instincts told me to kick his a*s, but I knew this would grate

happened last time I caught you

years ago but had really only been months. I still had the imprint of his hand on my a*s, only it was in my memory rather than on

opened my mouth to answer he pulled me onto his lap and tore the shorts I wore off my body. One quick tear and my bottom was exposed,

A satisfied noise came from his mouth when he ran a hand over my soft skin, though I wasn’t sure he heard it himself. I felt the absence of his hand and closed my eyes in time to feel his e******n grind against me, followed by a swift and

one sharper than the first and its effect even stronger. By the fifth I had to clench my legs together to ignore the throb that pulsed between them, which

his e******n seemed to grow harder, until it was almost painful against my abdomen. Anger flared alongside arousal, becoming stronger the longer I found myself drowning

being punished for something I didn’t

promptly dug my nails into after making sure the tips were nice and sharp. What was better than the feel of his muscle beneath

my nose, making my head swim and mouth water. Both rich and tart like chocolate covered cherries, only there was an undertone of something dark and powerful that made my entire body sing with strength. Only one time had I tasted his blood, when he sliced his

you tried.” He chuckled lightly, his hand trailing along the tender swell of my a*s. “It’s what makes you perfect,

sweat mixed with the dark allure of his blood, but I knew it was something I’d never forget. Not once was I asked to draw his blood, to coax it from his veins with my teeth so I swallowed the urge when it popped up, but now-now

head far enough to

began, but the moment my teeth broke skin his voice dropped, and

across my skin began to fill my body. It tinted my thoughts in a haze of pleasure so strong that every caress Asher made to my bottom brought

my center, until his fingers grazed the wetness that had long seeped past my swollen lips. When he dragged them along my c**t making my entire body convulse, I flicked my tongue against the wound I created and listened as Asher’s head hit the back of the chair and a long string of curses left his

a*s one last time before setting me on my