All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Asher's head was still buried in the curve of Darcy's neck, his breath heavy and hot against her collarbone.The weight made her neck ache. Two hundred people below the platform were staring at them. The hall was so quiet a pin drop would have echoed.She didn't pull away. She raised her uninjured left hand and pressed her palm to the back of his hot neck.The man's skin was hard as iron, the tendons pulled tight. The short, stiff hair at the back of his head prickled against her palm. Darcy rubbed the soft flesh at the nape of his neck gently, stroking along his hair."Your shoulder?" Asher's voice was muffled against her collar, his jaw trembling.

At one-fifty in the afternoon, an old black pickup pulled up in the snow outside the Main Peak building.Darcy opened the door and climbed in. She braced her right arm in its sling with one hand. The moment she settled into the seat, Silas leaned across from the driver's side, his whole body blocking out the space in front of the passenger seat.He was too big. The heat hit her first, a warm male smell mixed with fresh soap and dry tobacco.Darcy's back pressed into the seat.Silas's thick arm reached across her chest and pulled the seatbelt over. A thick wool pad was wrapped around it, positioned right over her collarbone.The buckle clicked shut.He didn't sit back right away.Silas planted both elbows on either side of her seat, leaning in low, covering her completely. They were too close. His hot breath hit her lips.He pressed his callused thumb against the soft wool pad on her chest, then his fingertip slid up and brushed lightly under her cold chin."Let me get it. Don't strain

Dawn hadn't even broken when the top-floor suite door was nearly pounded off its hinges."Asher! All three West District depots are blocked! Hall's loyalists stirred up over two hundred low-ranking wolves to raid the cold-weather grease. Two patrol squads have drawn blades and can't hold them back!"Mona's hoarse voice poured through the thick oak door, mixed with the biting wind outside.On the big bed, the covers were still warm.Darcy was jolted awake. She'd barely cracked her eyes open when a strong arm slid across her waist from behind, pulling her flush against a broad, warm chest.Asher didn't even open his eyes. His nose rubbed deep into the smooth curve of Darcy's nape, his hot jaw pressed against the back of her neck."Anyone hurt? Where's Gideon?" Asher's voice was rough, but it carried no sleep. He was already reaching for the bedside comm unit."Two guards took hits, nothing serious. Gideon's holding the line," Mona answe

Asher sat on the carpet, his long legs boxing Darcy into the corner of the sofa. He held a deep white porcelain bowl and fed her spoonful after spoonful of thick, creamy wild mushroom and chicken soup, blowing each one cool first."Slow down. Old Lynch simmered it with crushed rosemary and tender chicken breast. Good for your strength." Asher held the spoon to her lips, chin tucked, focused entirely on feeding her one bite at a time.Darcy swallowed the warm soup, her left hand resting naturally on the back of his lean, strong neck. His skin was hot beneath her palm, his short hair prickling against it. She could feel each breath he took.When the last spoonful was gone, Asher set the big bowl down on the solid wood coffee table with a dull clink.

The jeep door had barely slammed shut when a heavy, brutal engine roar exploded from behind.Darcy turned in the snow below the Main Peak suite building. A heavy armored patrol SUV with military plates came tearing around and braked hard by the steps, wheels churning up a wave of half-melted black slush. The roof searchlight was still blazing.The door was kicked open. Asher strode out.His leather military coat still carried the biting wind from the southern checkpoint. His collar was open, exposing his hard throat, his chest heaving. One look at Darcy standing there in one piece, and the tight, pale line of his jaw finally loosened a fraction. He climbed the steps, heavy boots thudding dully on the floor.