Page 85 of Into The Darkness

“Mi sol, are you not wearing a bra?” He chuckled and lifted my shirt to find his answer. There stood my nipples, wanting his mouth.

“Did you expect to come to the house and get fucked?” he asked. I laid back on the blanket and nodded.

“God, Ember.” He paused for a moment, and I removed my underwear, discarding them where my jeans were. My legs were spread, and desperate wasn’t a strong enough word for how I was right now.

Ash was more tender than normal in his movements. His fingers slid down my cheeks, as if he was trying to memorize what every piece of me felt like. His mouth trailed kisses down my body to my navel as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Ash, I need you,” I begged, and my pussy was desperate to grind on his cock.

“I need to just . . . remember this,” he whispered. My breath hitched for a second, and my heart beat faster. I tried to sit up, but he held me down as his mouth attempted to kiss every inch of me.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, and he looked at me through hooded eyes.

“Yes, of course, mi sol. I just need this right now.” I nodded slowly and let him cherish me.

“You are mine.” I whispered the same sentence he always said, and when he heard those words, he paused, giving me a small tilt of his lips before I reached down to guide his cock to my dripping pussy.

“Take me.” Directing him inside my wet cunt, I moaned as he pushed the head of his cock deeper into my eager core. My attempt to match his languid pace was growing impatient.

“I love you,” he whispered as his mouth found mine. As he pulled away, I looked around our rock, in the peacefulness of nature. It was quiet, solitude, a place where just him and I existed. After this bonfire, things would change, but I knew that, for me, Ash would be the only person to ever have a piece of my heart. “I love you so much.”

He continued to thrust inside of me as I moaned, obsessed with the way he felt.

He was fucking me now, a darkness spread over his face, and I knew he was as needy as I was. He held onto my hips as I braced onto the blanket. His cock pushing in and out of me. We were both a mess of moans as the pleasure rolled through us.

I could feel the build-up about to explode, and I rolled into oblivion, allowing myself to feel every single pleasurable moment of this experience we were having.

He came inside of me, the liquid dripping down my thigh as we let out one last groan. He collapsed onto me before pulling out and rolling onto the blanket, facing me.

He shook his head before looking up at the fog. “It will always be you, Ember.” His voice was so quiet, and I couldn’t help but feel like something was off with him. Something didn’t sit right with me, and I needed to get more answers about this bonfire, so I needed to go see Walsh. Walsh would tell me . . . at least that was what I hoped.

Chapter thirty-five

When we got home, Ash was fidgety and kept telling me he loved me. He said he had errands he needed to run, and I told him I was supposed to have dinner with Walsh. He dropped me off near the Alpha house, but not close, for safety reasons. Of course it was downpouring, so I pulled my hair into a bun to avoid it getting drenched and put my jacket over my head while I ran toward the Alpha house.

I walked into the house toward the dining room, where we usually met, and found Walsh sitting in the front room.

“Hey, sister.” He motioned for me to sit next to him, and I gave him a big hug before I sat in the white leather chair nearby.

“Why are we meeting in here?” I asked.

“Some of the guys are studying in the dining room. They are just finishing up.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” I sighed, taking off my wet jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair. It was heavy, so it fell, and I leaned down to grab it. As I was coming up, Walsh grabbed my hand midair, making me drop the damned thing again.

“What the—”

“What the fuck is on the back of your ear?” Walsh asked. His tone was no longer familiar.

“What?” I instinctively shook my hand out of his grip and brought it to my ear, thinking maybe I had a leaf stuck to me or something from the forest.

“The tattoo, Ember.” He crossed his hands over his chest.

Oh, right.That.I honestly forgot it existed most days, but whenever I came to Walsh’s house, I remembered to let my hair down so it was covered.Shit.

“I got it the first week I was here.”

“From the Den?”

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