Ash: Love Me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance
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She licked her lips as she looked at his shoulder muscle and then those nicely developed chest muscles with his hard little nipples on them. She had to taste, bending over she took one between her lips and bit it gently. He growled, making the wetness between her legs run even faster. She wanted to strip him down and shove him deep inside of her, but this wasn’t about her, it was about him.
She worked her hand easily tracing every muscle in his abdomen. He had more of them, five on each side, proof that he was something different and she tingled at the thought. She looked into his eyes and saw his need reflected back to her. He was proud but his eyes begged for relief.
Ripping herself away from his abs, she went lower stopping briefly to lick his belly button. Had her man, her mate just whimpered with need? No longer torturing him, she touched the root of his cock before she started trying to pull his pants off.
He lifted his hips and thrust them upwards. She lifted his legs one at a time and worked his pants off throwing them to her side, not caring where they landed. He was bare for her to see.
He was bare, no hair on his body except his head. She loved it. Nothing hiding from her view. His cock was straight and thick as it stood at attention. There was a small pearl of whiteness on his head. Leaning over she licked it off with her tongue. The whimper became a growl, demanding that she touch him. Her body reacted to him. She could feel a small spasm in her vagina, it felt divine; she wanted more.
Getting closer, she took him in her hand and pulled up then down on him. His hips jerked up in her hand she did it again. Opening her mouth, she took several inches in. His musky taste exploded in her causing her to moan against his cock. She could feel the vibrations working on him as he shallowly pumped in and out of her mouth.
Ash was loving this and so was she. Dipping down, she took more of him feeling him deeper in her throat. She wanted, needed to take him all but there was no way he would fit. She bobbed her head up and down working the muscles in her throat, feeling his large head deep in her.
His hands were in her hair directing her, making her body quiver each time a shiver went through him. Gently he disengaged her and flipped his body so that his cock was still at her mouth but his mouth was over her pussy. Oh, please she thought as she sucked him back down again, one hand on his cock working it down the other on his balls rubbing, squeezing them.
His tongue lashed against her clit causing her to cry out around him. Again, she begged around his cock. Her head swam as she pulled against his cock harder and faster.
Her legs shook as his finger pushed against her clit before he slid one inside of her, probing her. She was tight, so tight. Some silly song came to her mind. She felt like a virgin. Slowly he worked that finger inside of her opening her up. Nothing had ever felt this good before. No one had ever taken such time with her, showed such tenderness.
His tongue licked at the fire flowing from her. There was no stopping it now. She took her hands and placed them together so she could engulf all of his thick cock. She began pushing down and pulling up while she sucked on his head and licked it like it was an ice cream. She wanted to get to the creamy center, feel him flooding her mouth, warming her center.
She felt his back bow as his balls pulled up tight. She worked harder for her treat. Her legs shook even more as curls of pleasure began to unfold. She gave him one more long tug on his cock moaning in pleasure around him. He thrust into her mouth, barely able to stop himself and squirt after squirt of liquid gold hit her tongue hot and salty. She swallowed loving the taste of him.
He held onto her hips tight as he filled her with his tongue. It was long and deep and probing. Hitting a secret spot she didn’t know she owned, she screamed around him as he touched one of her pleasure centers. Her legs weren’t any good anymore the only thing keeping her up was him. She bucked as pleasure uncurled in her center and sent her shattering over miles. Tears of joy leaked from her eyes as she called his name. Once the shuddering stopped he gently laid her on her back.
Crawling up, he laid beside her taking her in his arms once again.
“That was…I have no words to explain what that was,” Brook said softly into his ear.
“Neither do I, but I’m sure that’s how it should be between mates.”
She smiled against his chest. “We didn’t…I mean we did but we didn’t…” She let her words trail off.
“Shh, we have time. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”
She gave a sleepy agreement before her eyes closed.
Chapter Fifteen
Brook stretched or at least she tried to. Her body was next to something hard and hot. She opened her eyes to see Ash smiling down at her.
“Morning, Brook.”
“Morning,” her cheeks heated and her eyelashes lowered.
He leaned over to kiss her. “Don’t shy away.”
She looked up and smiled, images from last night coming back, making her breath catch as she remembered the utter satisfaction of touching him, loving him.
“I never woke up with anyone before,” she told him.
“Perfect, then it’s a first for both of us.”
She snuggled closer maybe he would want too…He was staring at her shoulder.
“What.”
“Smells like you’re bleeding.”
Her face went tight with horror. It was the last thing she wanted to hear as a woman that he could smell blood.
“You can smell blood?”
He nodded his head and started talking. “Damon, it’s Ash. Brooks wound smells like it’s bleeding. Ok, see you soon.”
“Damon’s coming over to check on you.”
She nodded and curled up into herself. “So, you raised Amber, right? I mean she lived with you and all.”
He nodded his head and leaned against the headboard as he watched her out of his darkening eyes.
“So she was a girl and then one day she, umm…you know and then eventually she was a woman and how did you deal with that?”
“Well, when she was a girl, I threw her up in the air, played dolls, and had tea parties. When she was a woman, I politely suggested to any man sniffing around her that I would cut their balls off if they hurt her. She didn’t get a lot of dates, I never understood why.”
Brook looked at him and wiped tears as she laughed. He knew what she meant but he answered the question she asked and not the one she implied.
“Are you ok? You’re crying.”
She was cuddling with the pillow clutched to her mid-section as she thought of some poor boy running away clutching his balls.
“You, Ash, are a daughter’s worst nightmare and her pride and joy all rolled up into one. I’m glad Amber found a man you could trust. But that’s not the question I was asking you.”
“I must have gotten confused, please ask again.” His lips quivered just a little as he tried to maintain a straight face.
“What did you do when she came on her period, if you can smell blood?”
“Usually, I tactfully asked her if she needed pads and then ducked so whatever she reached didn’t hit me when she threw it.”
“That’s it?”
“Should I have done something different? My sisters told me she was fine and not to worry. If something was wrong, Amber wouldn’t have to tell me, I would see it with my own eyes.”
“No, that was perfect, even awesome. I guess I thought smelling blood for a week would bother you.”
“It didn’t bother me then, and it won’t bother me now. Its natural, it lets me know you’re ok. Then one day I will be waiting for the smell but it won’t come because you will be pregnant with my son.”
“Or daughter.”
“We can’t have daughters.” There was a sadness on his face for a minute before a smug grin appeared. “Me, the youngest, I am the only one blessed to have a daughter. I remind my brothers of this all the time. One day I will have a son too. We have a daughter, you will love her when you meet her and she will love you.”
“Hungry, mate? Let’s get you some food.” He stood stretching his body, his muscles going taut as he pulled his body up in order to loosen it.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She touched him, felt him, kissed, licked and sucked him and still she wanted more. The thought of him over her pumping into her, his red eyes darkening with passion as he filled her, claimed her, made her hot and bothered. She wanted to be his and she wanted him to be hers.
She jumped out of the bed and strode towards the bathroom as he headed down stairs. She quickly jumped into the shower and washed taking care to keep the bandage dry while trying to avoid her sore body bits. When was the last time she felt this wanted or loved?
Voices floated up the stairwell as she descended. Damon must have arrived. She steeled herself to meet the male with the black hair and red streaks again. Walking into the kitchen, Ash was in front of the stove cooking while Damon leaned against the counter not too far away from him.
“Hi, Damon.” She gave them both a smile and she went to take a seat at the island. Ash returned her smile before turning back to the food.
“Nice to see you again Brook, how’s the shoulder?”
“Better than it has any right to be.”
“I’ll check it after we eat.” He took the plates from Ash and set them on the island before he sat down.
“I have some news for the two of you?”
She looked up after picking up a piece of sausage from her plate.
“Dante is running down some leads on the Patron. He’s looking for a picture, but as far as we can tell no one has ever seen him.”
“Why do you think that is?” Brook took a bite of her eggs.
“That’s the big mystery,” Ash replied.
“He has a problem. Maybe scared to be singled out with a target on his back,” Damon speculated.
“Why do you say that?” Brook turned to look at him.
“He’s extremely wealthy. Now we know why, but that doesn’t change the fact that he has money to burn. He has hurt more than one family. The savior mentality he projects doesn’t fly with most people. They simply agree in order to live another day.”
“Maybe he’ll just leave me alone now that everything has gone through.”
“The bullet he put in your shoulder should let you know better.” Damon looked at her before staring at her shoulder.
“It doesn’t matter, Brook, that he doesn’t need your money anymore. I checked after you fell asleep last night. The man has a fortune to rival yours. Unfortunately, he has decided that your fortune, your inheritance the only thing your parents could leave you is his. Nothing we do is going to change his mind unless he either finds something else to go after or he understands that touching you signs his death certificate. I aim to make sure he understands the latter.”
Ash’s eyes glowed, the red in them resembling fire. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Every horror story she ever heard suddenly took over. The glowing in his eyes made her think of monsters not her own personal beast. His eyes were always tinged a red color but never like this.
A small sound caught her attention as she looked at him again. His eyes still blazed but this time from hurt. She looked down to see she was backing away from him. Hurt bled from her pores. How could she say to herself that she loved him if she ran away at the first sign of his differences?
Without thinking, she pushed the chair out of her way and marched over to him. Her steps were deliberate and confident. She wasn’t that girl anymore, the one who was ok with being sheltered or even being scared. Not now, she already lived a lifetime in several months, and she wanted the rest of her time even if it was only a day to be spent with Ash and whatever beast lived within him.
“I’m sorry, your eyes changing caught me by surprise. I knew they were red but I still saw them as brown. They’ve always just sort of blended. How did you do that?”
“Red eyes are not a human trait. I learned early to concentrate on them and make them a flat uninteresting color. Brown was the easiest to do. Extreme emotions make them revert unless I am consciously working to keep them flat.”
“Don’t do it anymore when it is just you and me.”
“What?”
“I want to see you all of you. I was shocked, but I’m not afraid of you, Ash.”
“Umm, can we look at the shoulder please?”
“One day Damon, you will have a mate. I will make sure I’m around to watch her take you down a peg or two.”
Damon’s half grin fled as sadness took over his eyes. “If that day ever comes you’re invited to watch.”
He turned around and made his way to the game room, not caring if they followed or not.
“What’s his problem?”
“They are the oldest Created. Our history says that after they were created a thousand years separated Damon, the youngest and Aran, my oldest brother. Each of my brothers has found his mate. I am the last. Not one of his brothers including him has found a mate. I think they believe there is no one for them.”
“Do you believe that?”
“No, but I don’t think mating will be easy for them. Let’s go get your wound checked.”
They walked into the game room to find Damon waiting for them.
“So you’re the doctor of the family?”
“I’m the official one, but you’d be surprised what Dante can do.”
He carefully took off her bandage. The wound was still seeping.
“Created medicine at times is more of a two prong deal.”
Brook looked at her shoulder and gasped. She should have one hell of a hole in her shoulder from where he took that bullet out and there should be stitches or something holding it together. Instead her wound look liked it happened weeks ago and partially healed.
“How can it look like this?”
“Your body changed in Cryo. It had to in order to withstand being frozen for such a period without allowing you to die. We made sure when you came to our restaurant that you were given a meal filled with the nutrition you would need to survive this world. Fortunately for you, Dante added something that would allow your body to heal faster.” He grabbed a small bag and handed it to her. It was clear and filled with brightly colored circles inside.
She opened it up taking one out and inspecting it. “Is this hard candy?”
He nodded as he took out a disinfectant and cleaned her wound. She popped a piece of candy in her mouth and moaned around it.
“I love hard candy, how did you know? It was always my guilty treat.”
Damon smiled at her and bandaged her wounds. “You’re healing nicely. In a few days you won’t even need a bandage.
“How did you know I would need what you fed me?”
“That’s like asking Ash why his eyes turn red. It’s simply part of who we are.”
“Thank you and each of your brothers.”
“You’re welcome from all of us.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Where are we going?” Brook was nestled inside his sports hover car, the one he seemed to prefer to drive.
“I want to show you the city.” He turned to give her a smile. They were on the ground and since ground traffic was nil, facing her wasn’t a big challenge.
She smiled at him loving the way his eyes flashed red when he looked at her. It was a reminder that not only was he different but that he chose her, wanted her, had waited for her against all odds.
“Where are we?”
“Downtown?”
“It looks like a ghost city. So it’s true, everything happens in the air now?”
He nodded and proceeded to open her door for her. He was dressed as she was today. In a pair of blue jeans, hers were from the vintage store she went into the other day. Faded and artfully ripped. She couldn’t tell if his were designed like that or if they were authentic, done ove
r time with hard work. He wore a tee that clung to him, one of the new fabrics they were so fond of in this time period. She loved the way it clung to his body like a second skin. It was slightly see through and allowed her to appreciate all the muscle he was displaying.
She looked around, sorry that a once beautiful place was destroyed, but years of neglect did this.
Ash captured her hand, his face a study in peacefulness as he pulled her into one of the buildings.
“This used to be a major retail store before the trend of moving into the air took place. They were exclusive; only the elite were allowed here.”
“Were you allowed here?”
The doors were wide as they walked through them, the initial lobby was in some sort of disarray, but not what she expected after being abandoned for so long.
“No, not that it mattered. If they knew what I was, what we were, they would have made sure we never stepped foot in here. We never told them. Walking in here, when they thought they were above the rest of the world, righted a wrong that we weren’t capable of fighting at that time. You did it better though when you fought for your friend, Jaz.”
They left the lobby behind and entered a different world. The former store was impeccable. The high ceilings gleamed white and free from dirt, the walls were shining and the light that came from the inside was bright without hurting her eyes. It looked like a large communal living room. There were chairs and couches strewn all over the place. Some were holding couples, spooning, kissing or just talking. Others held individuals talking or napping, some were reading or even playing games. There was a feeling of community.
“Ash.” His name went up in a group shout as people waved and acknowledged him.
“Brook, meet the street people. These are the ones who were deemed not good enough for the air. No one wanted them and they are forced to stay on the ground.”