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Rough, powerful thrusts. Urgent needs. Slamming. Screaming. Sweating.
Lita's mind flooded with Asher's emotions, his love and want and surrender, all flowing freely through their newly forged bond. The intensity of it drove her faster, her body, heart, and soul racing toward the same impossible goal.
His hands guided her, urgent and possessive, urging her to take everything. "Lita," he growled, her name ingrained in his heart.
The power and emotion swept them up, and she felt Asher's heart and body and mind in perfect synchronization with her own. She moved with him and against him, claiming and claimed in one seamless motion. The sensation grew to something unstoppable, an avalanche of pleasure and certainty that threatened to undo them both.
The room echoed with the sounds of their beasts, their passion, each breathless cry, each primal growl a testament to the fire consuming them. Their bodies knew nothing but this, nothing but each other, moving as one—a frantic, perfect symphony.
The connection intensified, and the lines between them blurred, power and love and raw need tangling into a frenzy that left them both gasping. Asher's thoughts and desires were hers, and she knew he felt her heart in exactly the same way. Their emotions spiraled upward, wild, pulling them both to the edge.
They climaxed together, the bond exploding in a dazzling, fierce release that was everything she wanted. Everything they needed.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the floor, breathless and spent and utterly content. Lita lay in the circle of Asher's arms, feeling the warmth of his love and joy wash over her. Theintensity of it was everything, his emotions mingling with her own, making everything complete.
Exhaustion settled in, wrapping her in a soft haze. The last thing she felt, the last thing she heard, was Asher's voice, tender and sure, echoing through her mind and heart and soul.
"I love you," it said, the words never ceasing, a steady drumbeat as she drifted to sleep in his arms. Everything was felt. Everything was certain. Their connection was new and powerful. Their bond was cemented, and their bodies were merged into one. This was no ordinary mate bond, but one written in the stars.
Chapter 57
Felicia moved like a specter through the misty forest, her breath swirling around her. Memories clawed at her mind as her thoughts drifted back to the past. She held a very deepand dark secret, one that Asher could never find out about. Years ago, she orchestrated the demon-wolf attacks. She caused the war that killed Asher’s parents. She had purposely sent her brother Brody along with Asher, having planned to have him killed along with Asher’s parents. His parents had to go because they focused too much on fated mates. With them around, Asher would never choose her. And then her brother … he knew she had a malicious nature. When she mentioned that she liked Asher, he told her no. He told her to stay away from Asher. That was when she knew he had to die, too. Plus, it was the perfect way to make Asher blame himself for what happened to him. Her lips twisted up. She felt no remorse for killing her brother. It was necessary, and it worked perfectly. Asher’s guilt allowed her to get close to him. Eventually, they both fell in love, and it was perfect. Everything was perfect until that bitch showed up. She balled her hands into fists as she saw the glimmer of a tavern in the distance. This was where she found him the first time. The half-demon Abaas, who she’d hired to kill members of her pack. She might have been young, but she knew what she had to do then. Just like she knew what she had to do now.
Asher's last words seared her. ‘Lita is my mate. You are never welcome again unless you accept her.’ She had no choice. She had to erase Lita, just like she’d erased Brody. Just like she’d erased Asher’s parents. Only then would Asher come back to her. She'd orchestrated the wolf attacks that nearly took Lita's life. She could do it again. But she needed someone more capable … someone who was stronger.
She thought about when Brody’s lifeless body was carried back to the pack. She thought she would have felt regret and pain, but she’d felt nothing. She had to pinch herself to force the tears to fall. His life meant nothing compared to her own happiness. It had been so simple to manipulate Asher's guilt, to make him love her after his best friend’s death. All she had to do was mentionbeing all alone and he was there, comforting her. Brody’s death became her greatest weapon.
All that hard work just for some blonde, green-eyed interloper to ruin everything! But no matter, Asher would be hers again. She only had to make the princess disappear. The shadows of the forest shifted and groaned as if they could feel her intent, as if the trees themselves bore witness to her schemes and her desperation.
The dark tavern loomed, sinister and expectant, the only place she could find help for what she needed. Or die trying. It was where you could hire mercenaries. A place she found out about from a rogue wolf she’d befriended while trying to figure out a way to get rid of those who stood in her way.
Felicia quickened her pace, her heart pounding with the thrill of revenge. Asher had first sought answers here after Brody's death. She’d gone with him, playing the grieving sister while he'd searched for information about the demon wolves. Luckily, Abaas had not been here then. Hopefully he would be here now.
She opened the door and pushed inside, the sour stench of blood and smoke welcoming her. It brought back memories of when she first came here. She was braver then. Now that she was older, she understood how dangerous this place was. A bitter smoke hung in the air, so thick she could taste it, and all eyes followed her as she slipped inside. Rogue werewolves bared their teeth at her, but she pressed on, seeking the one face that might change her luck. She found it at the bar. Abaas.
He had a powerful aura that filled the room. She slipped onto the stool beside him, and he didn’t even spare her a glance. She cleared her throat as she glanced around. A band of werecats watched her, eyes glinting and cruel, and from the darkened corners, vampires followed her with their endless, hungry stares. The tavern held the very creatures that haunted her nightmares,but Abaas was the most dangerous of them all. She had used him before, and she would do it again.
An ominous presence radiated from the man beside her, his brown eyes sharp and cruel. He leaned against the bar, broad and impatient, his aura all demon and rage. His expression twisted into an arrogant sneer, and her heart stammered as she tried to find her voice. She had to pretend to be confident. "I have another favor to ask," she managed.
Her plea was almost a whisper beneath the noise of the tavern, but she could see his muscles tense with her words. He was not an ally, but he was powerful and her only hope. She forced herself to believe that he would agree. He would have to. "I can make it worth your while," she added, and the thin bravado in her voice turned to dust in her throat. He gave her a dismissive look and returned to his beer, crushing her fragile hope.
“Leave or be killed,” he growled in a gruff voice. She clenched her jaw and begged herself not to break. She was so close. Abaas had been her best option, and he was slipping through her fingers. She could still feel the familiar, contemptuous disregard in his posture, as if he had already forgotten she was there. But she couldn't give up, not when everything depended on it.
“I can reward you handsomely, I promise.” She saw a brief flicker of something in his eyes—anger, interest, maybe both—but he downed another swig of beer before waving her away again. His expression told her he didn’t need her or her money. He turned away, bored with her plea, more interested in the bubbles that settled in his glass than in anything she could offer.
Abaas contemplated just snapping the wolf's neck now. Annoying creature. He only took the job from her before because he needed to hire specialty trackers to find the fairy princess. She’d eluded him, constantly slipping from his grasp. He needed to find the new princess before she became pregnant. Then itwould be too late, and he would have to wait all over again for the next princess to be born.
He found her recently and was even able to mindlink her but she vanished. She had been protected in a blocking barrier and now he couldn’t pick up any trace of her. He made a foolish mistake. He never should have tried to communicate with her. Now, time was against him and he was desperate.
His indifference twisted into her like a knife, the pain sharp and precise. This was supposed to be her last chance. Her last hope. The thought of returning to the forest empty-handed made her breath hitch. The thought of Asher in Lita's arms made her frantic. But before she could say another word, she was approached by someone wearing a cloak.
"You want someone killed?"
"Yes." Her voice was as unsteady as the resolve that had brought her here. "Her name is Lita. I need her dead. She’s in the Black Ice Pack. She is supposedly the fairy princess, and—”
“Get the fuck away from here,” Abaas growled at the cloaked figure, who swiftly backed away. He narrowed his eyes at Felicia. “You’re sure she’s the fairy princess?”
Felicia smiled, the first taste of victory on her tongue. "Yes," she said, and she felt the small word turn like a key in a lock, unleashing something dark and terrible in the man beside her. “She is mated to the alpha of—” She continued to ramble, but he blocked her out.
