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
When the administrative assistant in the faculty office told me that mates needed to be registered at the Academy, my thoughts came to a halt. After all, Asher and I were fake dating, not mates! She must have misconstrued our relationship. I could see how she would be confused. Asher was extremely
Asher’s heated gaze set fire under my skin. One minute, we were standing outside the faculty office, looking at each other, and in the next, he had my hand in his grasp and was tugging me, fast-walking, back to his dorm room. As soon as the door was closed behind us, he turned on me and pounced.
I nodded. Then, realizing he likely couldn’t see, confirmed aloud. “Yeah…” I could not deny that Asher wanted me sexually. Though that was a pleasant thought, it unfortunately did not fully squash my blooming doubts. Asher hadn’t kissed me on the mouth again. Even here, as we reached mutual grat
“You can leave your stuff here on the couch,” Coach said, gesturing to my purse and jacket. I started to slide the jacket off of my shoulders. “I have a dress for you to wear in the bathroom. When you are ready to start, you can go get changed in there.” “Okay.” “The set is arranged in the basemen







