Page 128 of Ashley & the A-Listers

He felt it in her entire body, her grip tightening, thighs tensing around his ears, body stilling for a split second before she came.

She cried out before muffling herself by biting her lip, thighs clamped tightly as she shook and rocked against his face.

Her arousal burst on his tongue, and he was suffocating in her scent and he could think of no better way to go.

He stiffened, trying to distract himself, but all of his senses were filled with Ashley, his nose and mouth full of citrus and ginger, her soft skin beneath his hands, her moans in his ear, the sight of her something he’d never forget.

He came before he could stop it, cock kicking in his boxers as she danced on his tongue.

Their dueling purrs filled the room as they melted together, and Ashley lifted her right knee before tipping over, collapsing to the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. Her calves and feet dangled over his chest as Dylan watched her come down.

She cracked an eye open, found his gaze had never left and… smirked.

“Guess you don’t need a turn after all.”

Dylan sighed. “No. Just new boxers.”

Hefelthow that pleased her, and tugged on her calf to pull her back across the bed.

She kissed him, lapping the taste of herself from his lips, his tongue. When they parted, their breaths were harsh and she chuckled, combing his hair back.

“Like a teenager,” she drawled.

Dylan groaned and tried to bury his face beneath her hair. “Don’t tease me.”

“But it’s so easy,” she teased, and unearthed him.

Thingswereeasy with her. Always had been. He was stupid for running from it.

He wouldn’t run again, and stroked a finger over the bite on her shoulder, the reminder.

Indulgent adoration filled him as she shivered.

“Tease me all you want, as long as that happens again,” he murmured.

Her gaze darkened as she stared down at him.

“As long as I take what I want?” she asked, and Dylan was reminded of their conversation before they’d gotten… distracted.

“Yes. Anything.”

Ashley laid her head on his chest. “Might take you up on that.”

That was as close to an answer as he was going to get, but he felt her warming up to the idea.

His alpha deserved a pack. She just had to see it for herself.

27. GIRL TALK

ASHLEY

“Still love me?” Ashley asked Lyric on the way out of the gym.

“Always,” Lyric said, blond hair only a little messy, face still red from the exertion of their session.

“Good. See you next week?”

“See you next week,” she agreed, and waved on her way out. The alpha that came with her, Henry, wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they left. He was intense. Quiet. And he adored Lyric, was protective of her.

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