Page 105 of Ashley & the A-Listers

An alpha lock, much like an omega’s sweet spot, was a biological breeding mechanism. A muscle that clamped down at the moment of orgasm and refused to release until the pleasure faded. Paired with an alpha knot, it could be painful, and Ashley wasn’t up for that… tonight.

Dylan pressed his forehead to her hip and nodded. “Fuck, okay.”

But his finger continued to press deeper, pushing up against her g spot from the inside, and she trembled, pleasure keeping her high-strung. Then he added another, and Ashley panted, taking advantage of his busy hands to fuck herself on his fingers.

There was something about the desperation that was intoxicating, her body refusing to let go until it had gotten what it wanted.

But in this moment she just wanted Dylan, plain and simple.

Ashley’s hips moved of their own accord, every press stretching out the moment of orgasm until she wasn’t sure if another began or if the same one kept going.

When she collapsed to the bed a few moments later, her lock loosening, Ashley was covered in a sheen of sweat and her legs felt like jelly.

He added a third finger when he could, and Ashley whined low, still quiet, and tugged at his hair none too gently.

“Quit exploring. I want you inside me,” she whispered.

Dylan acquiesced, sliding his fingers free before licking the taste of her from them.

Before she could comment, he slid from the bed and then the room was filled with the sound of the zipper, the hiss of clothing as it was shed.

She shivered as he climbed back on the bed, nothing but skin against skin. His thighs against hers.

As if it was a reminder, all this bare skin, he paused. “Do I need a condom?”

Ashley shook her head. “I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested since my last…”

“Me, too,” he said. “I’m in the clear, too, I mean.”

They chuckled before melting together, and she shook under him as he leaned down to capture her lips.

Their perfumes mixed, filling the air, her spicy ginger and citrus and his fresh-cut grass, ripped right from her memories. It was stronger now, in adulthood, with their skin closer.

She never thought she’d ever see him again, let alone be this close to him, able to feel his breath against her cheek and his heartbeat thumping through his chest.

Ashley kissed him back, attempting to let him taste the emotions on her tongue. The hurt and the forgiveness, her fucking…devotionto this stupid alpha, and all the love she was too scared to confess.

As the kiss broke, their breaths heavy, Ashley searched his eyes as he did the same to her.

“If you run this time,” she panted, “I will come after you.”

It was whatever he needed it to be, a promise or a threat or a vow.

“I won’t,” he murmured. “I won’t run. Not from you. Not ever again.”

In his gaze, in that moment, under the cover of the low light and with scant inches separating them, Ashley saw that he meant it.

Her heart crawled up her throat, and as it spilled out so did, “Prove it.”

Dylan’s lips parted, then closed, and she watched as he wet them. “Bond you?”

Ashley nodded.

Between them, where his length was trapped against her belly, she felt him twitch.

“You think I won’t?” he asked.

Ashley shook her head, widening her legs so he fell between them, and swallowed as she felt the heat of him against her. “I know you will.”

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