Ashe X Mccree Novels & Stories

The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core. Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing. "You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.

At his side stood two women, both members of the Clan, their expressions reflecting varying degrees of amusement. The first was Seren, silver-haired and exuding a serene aura akin to a glinting crescent moon. Her features refined and her movements imbued with a quiet grace. Her keen gaze absorbed every detail of the chaotic scene, her calm intensity radiating like a steady lighthouse amidst the storm.

My body shacks and trembles as I'm hit with a mind shattering orgasm that has me seeing starts as I cum hard clamping around both cocks in my pussy. The sound of my cum mixes with the heavy sound of all of our breathing as my four men use my body as they want. Asher is the first to pull out and cum on my back then he rubs it across my ass giving it a hard smack making me scream out a deep moan and cum again. Alex and Ares fill me at the same time with their seed and slowly pull out of me "look at how fucking perfect she looks" Alex says then gives my ass a even harder smack them the one Asher gave me only moments ago.

Chests heaving and heavy breathing, his eyes daring me not to give in and my eyes probably telling him to do his worst, one of his hands reached under my knee and the other went under my thigh, cupping them and forcefully pulling me against him to feel… him. My lips parted, and I let it out, my back arched deeper than I thought was humanly possible and if I didn’t know any better I’d think it wasn’t me, but I knew it was as I watched the smile that grew wider on his lips as he watched my eyes flutter open and close. He bent, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and mumbled against my skin. “I win” “Jerk” “Mummy?” A voice said. I stilled, Asher stood straight as we stared at each other.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

The auctioneer’s gavel cracked like thunder. “Sold—five hundred and fifty million dollars to Ms. Amara Voss.” Applause detonated through the armory. Flashbulbs exploded, white stars strobing across the marble. Amara lowered her paddle with deliberate grace, the thrum in her chest a private drumline. Kaylee’s quiet exhale reached her ear like a prayer. Across the aisle, Ethan Cade didn’t flinch. He merely adjusted his cuff links, a flicker of muscle in his jaw the only betrayal. Sienna’s amber eyes glittered with the delight of someone watching two predators test each other’s teeth.

“It was a fucking street fight; if she used silver chains, it would have been legal. What the fuck, Sage?” “You have nearly a thousand wins under your belt, she’s coasting 250 wins in the featherweight section. So you losing to her is making us all look bad; because how the fuck did she knock you out, Creed?” he says, actually sounding worked the fuck up. “You’re an Alpha and she’s an orphaned Beta with no pack. What the hell happened out there?” “She’s my mate,” comes out before I can even stop myself and Sage’s eyes grow wide. “The Mate Bond Sighting clicked, and she took advantage of my distraction and surprise. She won fair and square, Sage.”

In a seamless motion, he retaliated, landing a powerful blow to the guard's midsection, temporarily disabling him. The ensuing chaos unfolded with a flurry of motion and intensity. Ashier's focus remained unyielding as he parried strikes and countered with swift, calculated maneuvers. His movements were precise, a testament to his training and innate strength. Each blow delivered with purpose, Ashier sought to neutralize the threat while simultaneously protecting Blair.

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

Shelly said too sweetly as she gave me a once over. "Yes looks like little miss tramp is trying to get her claws on your man Shelly." Rebecca snarled as she took a few steps closer to me. Asher stopped her by pushing her back forcefully making her knock into Shelly who let out a pained squeal as Rebecca accidentally stepped on her feet. "Shelly I'll fucking handle this, get the fuck out!" He yelled looking at them in anger. "But why...." Shelly whined. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" Asher said more forcefully. They let out a huff as they left, their heels clacking loudly as they stomped aggressively. He turned towards me, his eyes holding amusement. Wow, how to change moods.