LOGIN“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I know you are angry,” I said. “But please understand that this is something I have to do…” He went to the window and peered out. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he wanted to. So I waited him out. When he started speaking, I’d wished I’d started my own groveling much sooner. “
He walked the remaining distance to me, but stopped an arm’s length away. “Cynthia,” he said, a quiet desperation in his voice. He wasn’t quite begging, but it was close. “Let me touch you.” I still didn’t think I was worth it, but when he was like this, I was too weak to refuse him anything. I n
But today, I was afraid to open my mouth. I was disgusted with myself, inside and out. Physically, I felt overweight and slimy from Coach’s unwelcomed gaze. Internally, I hated myself for not speaking out, or speaking louder. I wanted to stand up to Coach, but how could I? To defy him was to risk e
I’d never seen Asher like this before. I’d seen him so furious that his wolf clawed at his edges. I’d also seen the ice in his eyes melt under the intense heat of his gaze. But never had I seen both of these things happen at once. Until now. His mouth hot on my neck and shoulders, he clutched at m







