Alpha Asher and Lola

Chapter 88

Read Alpha Asher [by Jane Doe] Chapter 88 – I spent the day with Lola, emersed in work as I often

was. With Lola destined to be my Luna, I knew she could handle the work load. Her loyalty to this pack

was as strong as my own, and I knew there wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do for the benefit of our

people.

Running a pack was so much more than paperwork and brisk orders. You had to be willing to sacrifice

yourself, your time, and your life. Being an Alpha meant giving up your hopes and dreams, your

hobbies and personal interests for the good of the pack. You sacrificed those things so that your people

might have the opportunity to pursue what they love and enjoy.

As soon as Bran and Zeke woke up, my day had begun. The three of us pulled thousands of warriors

into this small town, preparing for the inevitable war. The downside of having a large army was

providing them with the basic necessities of living. They needed places to sleep, food to eat, and room

to breathe.

The people of this pack were willing to volunteer their time and energy to help the troops, cooking food,

and providing places to live. Those with larger houses offered up guest rooms, opening their home to

countless warriors. It was a debt I could never repay, but something I was eternally grateful for. I

opened my own home to many warriors, providing every last inch of space so that they might have a

place to sleep, a roof over their heads.

Even with the influx of volunteers and the use of the Community Center, there were some warriors

forced to live in tents surrounding the pack. The packhouse was open to those living in tents, providing

showers and food when needed.

Hours later, a headache throbbed at my temples, radiating across my forehead. The two of us had

gotten a lot of work done, but there was always more. It was a never-ending stream of work, but the

end was always worth it.

“You need a break.” Lola grimaced, standing from the chair she sat at in my office.

I watched as she approached me, hips swaying as they often did. The more time I spent with Lola, the

more I was awed by her beauty. Completely oblivious, as she often was, she caught the eye of many

males. None dared look longer than a few moments, seeing the cobalt mark on her neck, the mark of

an Alpha.

“Don’t go.” I sighed, pulling her small frame into my arms.

I buried my face into the crook of her neck, the side with my mark, and inhaled deeply. Vanilla and

pears, such a unique scent with a huge impact. I could feel my tense muscles relaxing as I held her in

my arms, the spark licking their way up my skin.

“I wouldn’t if I had a choice.” Her voice was soft, and I nearly groaned as she ran her fingers through

my hair. Her fingernails grazed my scalp, sending waves of delicious pleasure down my neck. “I’m

doing this for the pack. I’ll k**l my way out of that building to get back to you, I promise.”

I knew she would, I could hear the conviction in her words. She’d k**l the Vampire King herself if it

meant coming home to me. She stepped into the position of Luna unknowingly, and embraced every

stressful, horrible aspect. I could hardly stomach the guilt that followed. Did I deserve someone so

selfless? So irrevocably brave and fearless?

“You’re too good for me, you know that?” I mumbled against her neck.

She shivered as my breath fanned across her neck, coaxing a wave of primal pleasure from my wolf.

He wanted her here and now, as he had since we first met Lola. I had tried to keep my distance from

her, to let her develop feelings on her own, but self-control had never been a strong suit of mine,

especially with my wolf breathing down my neck.

She pulled herself away from me, making me grimace from the lack of comfort, the lack of Lola. She

stared into my eyes searching for something, delving into their depths until she reached a part of my

soul, I kept hidden, a part only she had access to.

“You’re wrong.” She shook her head. I let my eyes close as her fingers drifted over my stubble, tracing

along my jawline softly. “We’re perfect for each other, that’s why were mates. You need someone

willing to sacrifice just as much as you for the good of this pack. You don’t have to handle this stuff

alone anymore, let me help where I can. And right now, I’m helping you by making you take a d**n

break. Come take a bath with me.”

My wolf’s ears perked up at her words, pride bursting through him as we gazed at our mate. I couldn’t

deny her, not when she was looking at me with those brilliant eyes. Staring at me as though I were the

one thing, she had spent her life waiting for. Staring at me as though all the terrible rumors couldn’t

hide the person I truly was. It was a vulnerable feeling, but Lola was the only wolf I would ever submit

to, my mate.

I couldn’t hide my interest at her words. Any chance to see her without those restrictive clothes was a

blessing, and I planned on taking advantage of every opportunity. My lips twitched into a smirk, which

soon turned into a grin when she scoffed at me.

I let her tug me out of my office, leading me down the hall and into our bedroom. Her strength was no Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

match for mine, even with her constant tugging, but I let her lead me nonetheless. I had quickly noticed

Lola’s second favorite place in the house was my massive bathroom, her first was the bed.

I waited silently as she turned the tub on, sticking her finger under the stream to check the heat. She

must have been thinking something particularly naughty, as when she turned around, blush had formed

on her cheeks.

I flashed her an innocent smile, tugging on the hem of her t-shirt. She let me slide it from her body,

forgotten on the floor. In my eyes, Lola had no imperfections. Every ounce of her creamy skin was

alluring, seductive without even trying. A harsh blush stained her cheeks as my eyes drifted down her

shoulders and to her b**e chest.

I tossed my own shirt to the floor, watching Lola in amusement. I had seen every inch of her supple

body, had tasted every ounce of her delicious skin. She had been completely b**e before me, back

arched in toe-curling pleasure, and yet she still blushed under my gaze.

“Even after all this time, you still blush when I have you undress for me.” I smirked, chuckling softly.

“It’s not my fault I have some decency.” Lola snickered, looking me up and down.

“Decency?” I snorted, my grin growing wider. “Last I remember, I caught you swimming in your bra and

panties.”

Lola glared at me, making me chuckle louder. She often reminded me of a kitten with its hackles raised,

swiping with tiny paws and bared fangs. She was a formidable warrior against most, but I could handle

her fire, her feistiness.

“No one else knew about the swimming hole.” She shook her head, her eyes practically burning holes

into me as I removed the rest of my clothing. “I’m still not sure how you knew about it.”

The way she looked at me started a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, those wide eyes burning with

need, need she wasn’t sure how to act on.

“I patrolled the forest around this town extensively before attacking.” I smirked, remembering how her

previous Alpha had overstepped, had disrespected me to the point of no return. “I found the swimming

hole easily. When I saw you walk into the woods, I knew exactly where you had gone.”

‘And the moment we saw you, neither of us could resist.’ My wolf chuckled lowly, ‘We had no choice

but to follow.’

I tugged at the hem of her sweatpants, smirking when they fell to the floor. The burning in my gut raged

on as she was completely b**e to me. She no longer tried to hide herself, knowing I would only pull her

hands away. With every beautiful inch of her on display, the temptation was nearly too much.

She sank into the tub with a soft sigh, oblivious to how her relaxed purr affected me. I wrapped my

hand around her submerged ankle, pulling her across the tub and into my arms. I chuckled as she

rolled her eyes, but settled into my arms happily. Her eyes drifted down my face, lingering on my neck

where her mark sat. Her gaze softened as it traced over the cobalt mark, and I found myself watching

her silently, tracing the arch of her lips, the curve of her nose, and the deep color of her eyes.

“Your mark is healed.” She smiled softly, her eyes roaming my face with gentle intimacy. I returned her

gaze, taking in the beauty that was my mate, my Lola. The woman I knew I didn’t deserve, yet had

been blessed with anyway. My Luna, my equal in all forms, the only wolf I would ever submit to.

As I had many times, I grabbed a bar of soap and moved to turn her around. I had washed her

countless times, an excuse to graze her skin with my fingertips. Intimacy had never been a strong suit

of mine, but I was determined to worship and appreciate every inch of Lola, every supple curve and

gentle arch.

“You’ve washed me how many times now?” She asked, “It’s your turn, now turn around.”

A lazy smile worked its way onto my face. I grabbed her hips, running my thumbs over her soft skin and

placed her on my lap. I kept myself under control, desperately not wanting to take a cold shower later. I

leaned back, resting against the ridge of the tub.

“Start with the front, darling.” I grinned, laughing as she rolled her eyes.

A beautiful blush stained her face, soft like rose petals. Her eyes betrayed her, darkening as she took in

my muscles.

“Cocky Alpha.” She scoffed, sticking her tongue out at me.

The sight alone made my c*k twitch, my heart thunder with suppressed lut. If only she knew what I

wanted to do to her, the positions I’d have her in, the noises I’d coax from her plush lips.

She ran the bar of soap across my chest, her fingers grazing over the plains of my muscles. My wolf

growled pleasantly, the sound rumbling through my chest. Her bre*sts grew heavy, her nips hardening

from the cool air. My fingers twitched, aching to feel her creamy skin, to hear her little whimpers as they

escaped her lips.

A brilliant flash of surprise exploded in her eyes as I grew hard against her backside. She completely

underestimated the affect she had on me. The final straw was when the soap slipped from her fingers,

clattering to the floor of the tub. My self-control snapped like a tether, where it had once been a strong

chord, it was now a thin string of yarn.

I wanted to feel her tight entrance squeeze around my c**k, stretching to fit my length. I wanted to feel

every beautiful inch of her, wanted to feel her walls contract with every agonizingly slow s****e. I

wanted her writhing underneath me, her back arched and eyes hooded with pleasure.

I pulled her against my chest with urgency, slamming my lips against her own. I wasn’t stopping until

our lungs screamed, until our lips were bruised and chests heaving. Her hard nips grazed over my

damp chest, making me growl into her mouth.

I wouldn’t stop–I couldn’t, neither could she. Weeks and months this need had been building up,

growing and evolving until neither of us could resist any longer. The sparks consumed us, licking over

every inch of our skin, fueled by lu*t and love, desire and passion.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I let myself d***n under her touch. The stress, the fear, all of it

melted away as she whimpered into my mouth, her tongue grazing against my own. Her hands

wandered down my chest, over my arms, and down to my stomach. She savored each touch,

devouring me as I devoured her.

Just as her small fingers grazed the length of my c**k, I lifted us from the tub. I cupped her plush

bottom in my hands, holding her close as I stepped out of the tub and towards the bedroom. Water

splashed onto the floor, onto the carpet and bed, but nothing else mattered–nothing but my beautiful,

intoxicating mate.

I placed her on the edge of the bed, desperate to have another taste of her. I had tried countless times

to suppress my urges, the burning need to taste her wetness, to feel the sweetness of it on my tongue.

My self-control had long ago snapped, and she had tasted as incredible as I imagined, leaving me

craving even more.

As she laid on the bed, her hooded eyes burning with lu*t, I parted her thighs and trailed light kisses

closer and closer to her core. The wetness there was glistening, begging me for more–for everything I

had. A groan of frustration left her panting lips, and I laughed at her impatience.

“Patience, darling. You’ll ruin my fun.” I teased, running a finger down her wet slit and groaning at the

extent of her arousal.

I let my tongue trace along her entrance, nearly losing myself as her back arched. The blissful whimper

that left her lips destroyed the remainder of my self-control.

I devoured her completely, pinning her legs in place as they fought against the rippling pleasure

running through her body. I lapped up every ounce of her sweetness, flicking my tongue against her clt

hungrily. I snarled as she screamed my name, her back arching and pu*y contracting around my

tongue.

She tried to sit up, her legs shaking. I pushed her back down, needing another taste, needing those

intoxicating moans that drove me mad. I wrapped one of my arms around her waist, holding her against

my face as I groaned against her pu*y. I slipped a finger inside of her, and then two, pumping steadily

as my tongue circled her swollen clt.

She was perfect, absolutely ethereal with every whimper, moan, and plea. Her legs shook, her back

arched, her jaw went slack. My mate–my sensitive, responsive little mate.

Only when a second org**m assaulted her body, did I pull away. I trailed my way up her body, kissing

and nibbling at every ounce of her soft body. Her skin tasted of vanilla and pears, overwhelming and

addicting.

As I positioned myself over top of her, I ran my lips along her neck. I knew her first time would hurt, and

wanted her prepared for me. I grazed the mark on her neck with my teeth, savoring her breathless

response. A gasp left her lips, and she flattened herself against me.

“I will never tire of this–of you.” I purred, looking down at my mate, still breathless and shaking from

pleasure.

Her nails grazed against my chest, my stomach and arms, the lut in her eyes mirrored in my own. I

placed one of my arms beside her head, and brushed the head of my c*k against her entrance. The

slickness I found there was enough to coax a growl from my throat. Naked and trembling beneath me,

my mate wanted every inch of me inside of her, wanted me to take her fully.

“Relax, Lola.” I murmured, nipping at her ear.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at my length, though she had already seen it before, we had

never come this close. I slid the head of my c**k inside of her, and lifted her bottom, allowing a few

more inches to slip inside.

Pain and lut clouded her eyes, mixing into one. I did everything I could to distract her, nipping at the

mark on her neck, and tracing slow circles along her clt. As I slid the rest of my length inside, I gave her

a few moments to adjust, simply savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me.

“f**k–so fighting tight.” I growled, moving my hips slowly.

Her puy had my ck in a d***h grip, and I nearly lost myself then and there. Pleasure I had never known

wracked my body as I found myself buried deep within her. As her whimpers of pain turned into blissful

moans, I increased my pace. Her fingernails dug into the skin of my back, consuming pleasure and

pain wracking my body.

“You’re mine.” She murmured, running her fingers along my back.

Her hips moved against my own, our lips meeting as a groan escaped my lips. I couldn’t hold back

anymore, couldn’t restrain myself. My ck slammed into her tight opening without mercy, and I grunted

as her core tightened, milking my ck for everything it had.

“My beautiful mate.” I moaned in her ear, grazing her lobe with my teeth.

Her name fell from my lips as I came, my c**k sliding inside her roughly, our souls joining–our scents

merging. Our bodies trembled against each other, but I kept my lips against her own, savoring the

taste–the lasting pleasure that continued running through me.

I looked down at her, at the woman who had changed my life completely, who provided

companionship–unending support and love. The mate-bond was thick between us, unbreakable and

unyielding, solidified by the love we felt for one another.

I kept her in my arms, unable to pull away, to leave her touch. Her warmth became my own, her

happiness, sorrow, fears, and hopes–they were all mine, as I was hers. I traced every ounce of her

delicate skin with my fingers, lulling her, soothing her into a peaceful sleep.

I had woken in the middle of the night, burning with hunger and need as I watched her body curl into

my own. Her nips grazed against my skin, renewing the fire in my stomach. I trailed light kisses along

her jaw, watching as those beautiful eyes fluttered open and awareness seeped into their depths.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, her light voice tinged with amusement.

“Can you blame me?” I mumbled against her jaw, my fingertips trailing over her perky brests. “You look

like a goddess, nakd and beautiful. I’m afraid my self-control is entirely spent.”

She pulled herself from the bed, out of my arms. Her eyes burned with need, focused on the hardened

length between my legs. I moved to sit up, to claim her then and there but she stilled me with a single

look.

“My turn.” She smirked, “Don’t ruin my fun.”

My wicked little mate, taking control as I once had. I relaxed against the bed, a purely male smile on my

face as I stretched my arms out behind me. Lola snorted at the sight, but gripped my ck in her small

hands. As she put the tip of my ck in her mouth, a wave of pleasure so strong I jumped, coursed

through me.

“f**k, Lola.” I groaned, feeling the blood rush to my face.

Every inch of me was burning, aching to feel the wetness of her puy, to feel it pulsing around me as she

came. I managed to wait a full thirty seconds before pouncing, pushing her onto her hands and knees.

With her round bottom in the air, I slid my length into her. I was met with some resistance, her tightness

excruciatingly pleasurable. I could feel her stretch to her limits to take all of me in, wrapping around my

ck tightly. I palmed her bottom with lu*t-filled eyes, watching as her cheeks reddened from every

smack.

I wasn’t as gentle as I had been the first time, as the fire was now consuming every part of me. Every

cell, every hair and inch of skin was lit with this painful fire, burning out of control, satiated only by her

touch. Her pu**y contracted around my length as I slammed into her, thrusting roughly against her wet

core.

“Look at you.” I purred, unable to help myself. “So beautiful–bent over for me.”

I grabbed a handful of her luscious hair, tugging as I slammed inside of her. Her delicious moans turned

into cries of ecstasy, my name leaving her lips like a prayer. Unable to take much more, I pulled her

against me, cupping one of her brests with one hand, while the other drew slow circles along her clt.

“That’s is, darling.” I growled in her ear. “Come for me.”

I kissed along her neck, her shoulders, her back. The sound of her moans echoed in my ears,

committed to memory. Every thrust brought me closer, but it was her orgm that sent me over the edge,

my seed spilling into her tight puy.

Her eyelids fluttered in exhaustion, and as I held her close, I planted light kisses along her face,

whispering sweet words until sleep claimed her for the second time.

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