Adored By The Rancher: Mail Order Brides Box Set

by Dreams, Brittany

  Asher needed no further encouragement. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her through the cool, barren room. He set her before the bed and proceeded to strip off her clothing. She helped him, undoing the button on her jeans, and sliding them down her hips. They fell to the floor and she stepped from them. Asher stripped her sweater away and then her shirt. She was standing in a matching red lace bra and panty set and was glad she’d had the foresight to put on something sexy even if she hadn’t exactly been expecting this. Subconsciously she supposed that she wanted Asher since the first time she’d seen him. She just hadn’t figured he would find her attractive.

  Asher’s hands spun her around, deftly undoing her bra. His hands snaked around, one settling on her waist, the other reaching up to her breast. All thoughts fled from Dawn’s mind and she gave herself up to what Asher was about to teach her.

  Asher’s thumb found her nipple and circled it agonizingly slowly. He bent his head and nuzzled the side of Dawn’s neck, nipping lightly with his fangs. He guided her to turn around and in the lone light of the bulb in the concrete ceiling, Dawn did. She felt incredibly exposed to him, the light bathing her in a gentle glow. She didn’t feel embarrassed at her nakedness. The way Asher stared at her body sent an exhilarating rush of pleasure washing over her.

  Asher bent his head and trailed kisses down the side of her face, lower, onto her chest, before finally taking her nipple into his mouth. He suckled gently, finally biting down. It was a strike Dawn expected but she still cried out in pain. Asher didn’t pull away. He lapped at the wound he had created. His warm mouth and the gentle, erotic pulls almost sent Dawn over the edge. God, his mouth created a fire that spread from her breast right to her core.

  She watched in wide eyed fascination as Asher undid the button on his jeans. He worked them off, over his thighs. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock sprung free. Dawn gasped. All the air rushed out of her lungs and they refused to inflate again. He was huge! His cock was absolutely magnificent. It was huge and thick and pulsed to life. Dawn ripped her eyes away, back up to Asher’s face and he smiled knowingly. She almost couldn’t believe that in a short amount of time he was going to be buried in her body. God, would he even fit?

  His body was truly magnificent. Rock hard, chunky muscle shone in the light. His shoulders were so broad and tapered to a narrow waist. His abs were chiseled. His legs were huge and powerful, the muscles rippling there with every single movement. He truly looked like an ancient warrior.

  Asher dropped to his knees in front of her. Dawn ran her hands over Asher’s shoulders, then down his back, savoring the silk of his skin under her fingertips. She had dreamed of doing this a thousand times. Asher’s skin was not as warm as her own but it was not cold. His muscle was rock hard and rippling under Dawn’s fingertips.

  Asher looked up, his face shadowed by her own form blocking the light. He slowly ran the tip of his tongue over his lips. Dawn felt it right to the center of her core. Oh god, he was so beautiful. Dawn tangled her hand in Asher’s long, flowing hair. It was pure silk. She took a handful of it and grabbed on, just as Asher lifted her with ease. He straightened and she wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist. He bent his face and his lips crushed hers with an intensity Dawn had never known before. His mouth was warm, metallic, his tongue searching for hers, finding it. Dawn moaned low in her throat and it was as if the sound itself threw Asher over the edge. With a cry he walked over to the bed and set her down with surprising gentleness. Then his hands were all over Dawn’s body, causing her to cry out and arch and moan.

  He parted her thighs, spreading her, exposing her to him. His eyes glowed and Dawn shut her own. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her aching, wet pussy. She wanted to beg. Beg for that glorious mouth to cover her, to taste her, to pleasure her.

  She didn’t have to. She cried out, burying her hands in Asher’s hair again at the feel of his warm mouth on her pussy. He licked at her gently, applying the slightest amount of pressure. He explored her folds, parting her with his fingers so his tongue could enter her deeply. She gasped as he penetrated her. A rush of wetness coated his mouth as her body responded to the wild pleasure he gave her.

  Dawn didn’t think it could get any better but she was wrong. Asher moved his mouth upwards. He pulled back the little hood off her clit and circled the hard, aching bud in slow, tantalizing swirls that brought Dawn as close to heaven as she had ever been.

  Asher continued to torture her and Dawn couldn’t stop her reaction. Her hips bucked against his face. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face against her. She wanted to beg him to stop yet she thought if he did she might just die.

  “Asher,” she begged, hardly recognizing the heady voice as her own. “Please.”

  She glanced down in time to see Asher’s grin. His eyes glowed a wild, stormy blue. His fangs extended slowly. She had no idea what she was begging him for, to stop or to keep going, to take her or give her reprieve.

  Asher pulled his face away, He rose to a standing position and Dawn thought it was hot as hell when she saw that his face was dripping wet with her own juices. His cockhead was glistening with his own arousal. Her pussy was throbbing, her body aching with need. She needed him. She needed Asher to bury his cock deep inside of her and fuck her with it until she came apart.

  A low growl, torn from Asher’s throat, let her know that he had read her mind. Asher pushed her gently back and she fell flat against the mattress. The soft cotton quilt tickled her skin. He moved her legs onto the bed and then he was kneeling beside her. He palmed his huge cock, his hand closing around the thick shaft. He began to massage himself, running his hand over the tip, smearing the moisture there over his entire shaft.

  Dawn watched with wide eyed amazement. She wouldn’t have thought it possible to be so turned on just by watching someone touch themselves yet she was as wet and achy as ever.

  Asher straddled her, his hands coming down on either side of her shoulders. His huge body covered hers, dwarfing hers. On instinct Dawn’s hips rose up to meet him. She opened her legs, her feet on either side of Asher’s muscular waist.

  He paused just at her entrance, his cockhead pressing into her wet, swollen flesh. He looked up at her. “You are a virgin but I have not done this for over a century.”

  Dawn actually giggled. She wanted him desperately but she was a little afraid. She felt less so now. “I trust that you haven’t forgotten how to do it then?”

  “Does it seem like I have?” Asher’s voice held a deliciously erotic undertone.

  “No,” Dawn gasped. “It wouldn’t appear so.”

  Asher bent his head and Dawn felt him enter her. He was so huge he stretched her as wide as she could possibly go. She gasped, her body tensing, wondering if what he was about to do would hurt.

  He was gentle. He went slowly, letting her body grow used to him. Dawn lifted her feet up onto Asher’s hips, opening herself fully. She closed her eyes but she knew that he was watching himself enter her and that thought was sexy as hell.

  “Are you still with me?”

  “Yes,” Dawn whispered, smiling at what she considered a strange choice of words. “I’m ready Asher. Just do it. Take me. Now.”

  Asher groaned. He continued to move slowly until he butted up against the barrier. In one swift thrust he tore through. Dawn cried out, her body tensing with the pain but she was surprised at how quickly it faded to a dull ache and then eventually to nothing at all.

  Her eyes were still closed and she started when Asher stroked her cheek. He left his hand there. Dawn wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. She arched her back, tilting her hips further, digging her heels into Asher’s buttocks.

  He was moving steadily and the friction was building a beautiful, delicious, wondrous heat inside of Dawn. She’d doubted anything could be better than his mouth there but it turned out his cock was even more amazing.

  “Fuck me, Asher,” Dawn moaned.

  Asher g
rowled in response. He seemed to be incapable of words. Dawn was quickly getting there as well. Her entire body, including her brain, was turning into a pile of incoherent mush. She could focus only on the pleasure which burned like a white hot brand, Asher’s deep strokes penetrating her hard and fast, stoked the fire hotter and higher.

  “Come for me,” Asher ground out. His face was a mask of concentration. He slammed into Dawn again and again, the bed shaking violently with each thrust.

  Dawn had never been so full in her life. The frenzied thrusts and Asher’s exclamation sent her over the edge. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hips bucking against Asher furiously. Her body went hot and cold all over, the tremors and shivers rocking her small frame as she rode out each delicious wave of her orgasm. Jagged shards of electricity tore through her and she was hardly able to breathe.

  Asher thrust hard, his balls slamming into her bottom as he fucked her hard. The violent shudders of her pussy as she found her orgasm threw him into his own release. He moaned and threw his head back. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving. He shuddered and trembled as hot spurts burst inside Dawn.

  Collapsing to the side, Asher took her with him, pulling her into his arms. He still hadn’t pulled out and she felt him, throbbing inside of her. It was a thrilling experience that such an incredibly gorgeous man would choose her.

  Dawn sighed with satisfaction. She was surprised to find just how exhausted she was from the day’s events. Apparently Asher was far from tired himself. He had the luxury of sleeping all day while she had been at work.

  He ran a hand over Dawn’s hip, upwards, finding her breast. He toyed with her nipple, his cock still pulsing and hard inside of her. She was shocked that her body responded, coming to life once again.

  “Asher… I’m tired,” she protested but it was half-hearted and he knew it.

  “Too tired to join me upstairs in the bath?” Dawn’s eyes flew open. Her heart was pounding out a rapid beat in her chest.

  “What if I were to beat you to it and lock the door?”

  “I could just dematerialize onto the other side you know.”

  “Oh. Well… you wouldn’t do that if I didn’t want you to.”

  Asher laughed. “I know that you would always want me to.”

  “What if I locked the door?” Dawn asked again.

  Breathing heavily against her neck, Asher licked at her flesh. Dawn shivered. “You won’t,” he whispered.

  Chapter 9

  With his keen hearing, Asher knew exactly the moment the bathtub started filling upstairs. He knew when Dawn got in and sunk down below the sudsy surface.

  In the underground bedroom he could still smell Dawn on the sheets and on his body. The smell was delicious. He craved her with a need that shocked even him. He had never felt this way about another female vampire and certainly not a human. No, Dawn was the first human woman Asher had taken since he’d been turned all those many years ago.

  He frowned. Shane would not be happy that he’d done this. There were rules and mating with a human, Dawn no less, someone who meant something to Donner, was strictly prohibited.

  The less people who knew about their existence the better. As their species dwindled they had gone into hiding. The years had been lonely indeed. Asher hadn’t realized just how much he craved a union with another living being, human or not.

  The connection they shared was undeniable. Asher knew there was no undoing this. While he’d sensed that Dawn had desired him from the first, there was a new element tonight. Something deeper than just physical need.

  He shook his head. He didn’t want to contemplate things that could never be. Whatever they had done, she was mortal and he was not. He should never have encouraged her. If he had not been so lonely, if he had not craved her so badly himself, he might have held out or even used his abilities to control her mind and implant the idea that she found him repulsive.

  Asher dematerialized, appearing in the bathroom. Dawn screamed, water sloshing over the sides of the claw foot tub to land on the tiled floor below. He smiled guiltily as she let out a frustrated exclamation.

  “You really have to stop doing that.”

  The bathroom was dark. She’d lit candles and placed them around the small room. Just little things in tiny metal circles. The tiny lights flickered and danced with their every movement. Asher’s hunger grew. Her eyes widened when they landed on his cock, which was hard and jutting out from his body.

  She looked adorable, her skin glowing bronze in the flickering candlelight. Her dark hair wet on the bottom and there were water droplets on her cheeks and nose and eyelashes. The foamy bubbles lapped at her waist, the water encircling her, ebbing and flowing like a honey scented tide.

  Asher knew that the sight of his skin was enough to cause desire, heady and thick, to curl in the pit of her stomach. Below the bubbles, Dawn squeezed her thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the building pressure. She hoped that Asher wouldn’t notice her barely perceptible movement but of course, he did.

  “I forgot something,” Asher whispered, a devilish smile on his face. Dawn groaned in frustration and laid her head back against the edge of the bathtub.

  “You’re doing this on purpose,” she said accusingly. Her voice was sultry, dripping with desire. Asher flashed Dawn his most innocent, smile.

  “No one forgets anything on purpose. That would defeat the forgetting at all.”

  “I was challenging the fact that you forgot. You just like to torture me.” Asher bent over and leaned close to Dawn’s face. He exhaled a fraction of an inch from her parted lips. He smelled her longing and knew that she wanted nothing more than to grab his face, grind her lips against his own, and pull him into the tub with her. However she controlled herself and remained still. Two could play at his game.

  “You have no idea.” Asher whispered, then he was gone. He heard her sigh of frustration at his disappearing yet again. It seemed to echo through the house. He knew the second she sunk down into that warm, sudsy water, waiting anxiously for him. Her blatant need for him made him hard as a rock. His cock pounded painfully and he made quick work of gathering what he needed from the kitchen.

  He dematerialized back in the bathroom. Dawn gasped, water sloshing again.

  “Damn you and your teleporting,” Dawn cursed as she recovered from her shock. Despite herself, she couldn’t hide a small smile when she noticed the bottle of wine and the glasses he had in his hands. He set everything down on the side of the vanity. He poured one glass then another, almost full. The red liquid sloshed, dark as blood, when he handed one to Dawn. She wanted to protest the amount he’d put in but she changed her mind at the last second and said nothing. She didn’t realize that her thoughts spoke to him as loudly as her actual voice.

  Glass in hand, Asher stepped into the tub. The water was scorching and he winced. His skin was far more sensitive than hers. Every single one of his senses were honed in a way she couldn’t possibly imagine.

  He heard the pounding of her heart, the blood rushing in and rushing out, the rate accelerated with her need and excitement. His own heart beat once a minute. When he was in hibernation it beat once every six days. The beat could easily be missed and he supposed that was where the lore came in. The part that said vampires were actually dead.

  The scent of her desire rose, fragrant in the air around them. It was so fresh and innocent, like the first hint of a spring day after a long winter. He smelled it over the honey scent of the soap she’d poured into the water.

  He knew she thought of the tightness in her belly, the desire that tingled lower, achingly sweet, to pool at the moist heat between her legs.

  Asher couldn’t quite believe the own sensation that churned through his body. What a great mystery it was to want another person with such desperation that it took one’s breath away. Every single one of his senses was overwhelmed. The sound of her heart beating, her rapid breaths mingled with the crunch and pop of bubbles. The candlelight dancin
g with the shadows, the heady smell of honey and roses, the blissful warmth of the water… all of it combined to take Asher’s breath away.

  When Dawn finally caught her breath she grabbed Asher’s shoulder and pulled him to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, wineglass still in one hand, Dawn drew his face close. Instead of taking his mouth in hers, she kissed his temples, his eyelashes, his nose, his cheek. She wanted him to know how much she cherished him. She offered her body to Asher in a way that she could only hope would ease the loneliness and pain he had known over the centuries. Despite the fact he had never spoken a word of it she seemed to just know.

  Dawn pulled away. She leaned back against the slope of the tub and Asher settled in against the other side. It was fortunate the taps were in the middle, leaving both edges free to lean comfortably against. Dawn took a huge gulp of her wine, which only increased the tightness building throughout her body. Asher tried to stop listening to her thoughts but he couldn’t help but sense the ache in her chest when she thought of him holding her, loving her, feeding from her. It was the kind of ache she both feared and revered.

  “This is amazing. Why did I ever wait so long to do this?” Dawn couldn’t believe she had just said what she had been thinking. She lowered her eyes, but Asher leaned forward. He took her chin and forced her to look up.

  “We did what was right. This- here and now, is right. Never doubt yourself. Perhaps you were waiting for just the right time.”

  She smiled. “Maybe I was waiting for you.”

  “Maybe you were.” Asher took a gulp of his own wine. The red liquid burned down his throat, settling in the pit of his stomach. It reminded him of her blood, the heady, rich taste of it and it was all he could to restrain himself from taking from her again. He knew he could not do it too often or he would exhaust her and drain her of the vitality she needed.

  Dawn quickly drained her glass and he finished his off. Asher took their glasses and set them on the floor. He leaned forward, extending his arms. Dawn came willingly to nestle against him. For a moment Asher managed to hold his desire at bay and just focus on her body, soft and yielding against his own. Her cheek rested against the solid wall of his chest. She nestled between his legs, the hardness of his erection pressed into her belly.