Page 126 of Ashley & the A-Listers

A purr rumbled up her chest, and she choked it off at first before it spilled out again.

“You liiiike him,” Dylan breathing, riling her up as if they were young again. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m giving you the green light, no pressure added.”

Ashley laid a hand on his chest, shifting against him, where he was already half hard. With only one of his shirts on, he could feel her through the cotton of her panties, warm and enticing, and fuck, he wanted her.

“You like the idea of me taking what I want, hmm?” she asked.

“I do,” Dylan murmured.

Ashley’s lips curled into a little half smile, devious and arousing all at once.

“Alright,” she said, and leaned down, purring softly, lips humming against his own. He tilted his head up to her, chasing her taste.

Ginger and citrus, downright candied from how sweetly she kissed him. Her hands combed through his hair, and chills spread from his scalp down his spine and to the rest of his body.

He was… obsessed with this alpha.

Mine.

She rolled her hips against him, nothing but the thin layers of underthings separating them. They rocked together, until Dylan was completely hard and his hands were holding onto her waist, tugging her into him again and again.

The kiss broke with a gasp, and Ashley twisted her hand, gripping his hair tightly and tilting his head back.

She shimmied, moving herself up his chest, his hands falling away as she positioned herself over him, her thighs by his ears and a hand on the headboard for balance.

Her scent hit him like a slap, but he couldn’t move with that hand still in his hair, holding him still.

His heart raced as she sat above him, staring down at him as if it was a challenge, as if daring him to please her.

He kept his gaze on hers, felt like a mistake if he didn’t, and slowly her hand released from his hair.

“Go on,” she said, voice soft.

Dylan nuzzled up at her, his nose nudging against her slit, her panties still in the way. If this was part of the challenge, he was not one to back down. Ginger and citrus was heavy on his palate as he parted his lips against her. He stiffened his tongue and pressed it into her, through the fabric, and her hips surged, shifting, as if seeking more.

He mouthed at her through the fabric, and it had to feel like nothing more than a tease, but she rolled against him, and he tasted her through the barrier.

“These are in the way,” he murmured. He wanted her against his tongue.

Ashley swung her hips side to side. “Sounds like your problem, not mine.”

Heat struck Dylan at her tone, so commanding. Sliding his hands up the back of her thighs, over the curve of her ass and around her hips, he tapped his fingers against the waistband. Her skin was so warm against his.

“You could rip them,” she suggested.

“What?” he asked, blinking up at her.

Instead of repeating herself, she arched a brow, expectant, and it sent a dark and delicious tremor through him.

Don’t have to ask me twice,he thought, and then pinched the fabric beneath the waistband with his fingers before tearing?—

They fell away easily, tatters that he tossed off the side of the bed.

She gasped before it melted into a purr, and Dylan felt like he’d done something right, his cock twitching at her praise.

Dylan wasted no time, her scent stronger now that the fabric was gone, filling his head like a drug.

Addicted, he could do more than taste, and she bucked her hips into the first touch of his lips.

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