Ashe X Mccree Novels & Stories

MC: Don't be like that AJ: Take this to your own f*cking texts AJ: No one wants to see this OF: I do SL: Me too PS: Same here AL: F*ck you all Ash: So, am I attractive or not, MC? OF: Yeah, is he not Mia? Ash: Why aren't you answering? OF: Yeah, reply Mia, stop ignoring us Ash: I dislike being ignored OF: Yup, yup, he truly does MC: I don't like you with Ash OF: I do hehe * * * * * * * * * *

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You’re hurting, Ash. I can feel the tether fraying, and it’s pulling the air right out of my lungs." Rhea stood in the center of the Mooncrest library, her hands clutching the edges of a mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned. The silver veins in her forearms weren't just glowing; they were pulsing with a rhythmic, violent light that matched the erratic heartbeat of the man standing across from her. Ash Ryder, her Alpha, her mate, looked like he was being dismantled from the inside out. His golden eyes were bloodshot, the iris bleeding into the white as he fought to hold onto the psychic connection that had defined their lives since the awakening.

Aspen shrugged, and her expression seemed resigned. "Nothing else really matters compared to staying alive. Since we're meeting for the first time, let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point." "You really are sharp. I'm Chester Shaffer. Someone paid me two million dollars to have you killed. But now, I'm starting to think keeping you alive might be more interesting." With that, Chester pulled out a stack of IOUs from his pocket and tossed them at Aspen's face. The slips of paper fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering across the floor in front of her.

How, then, was he not the culprit? Everyone knew Tyler had been after my head, but this particular case excluded him. “It’s not like I care, though. But if you need help, I’ll be kind enough to help,” he added. I cackled shortly. Who the hell did he think he was? “I don’t need your help, Captain Tyler. Stick to your quadratic equations,” I said coldly. Just then, my phone beeped again. I almost fainted when I saw Jane’s message. Asher, Suspect No.1 moved out a month after you did, and from what we gathered they said he’s in Tennessee!!!

His inner demon finally taking over as they both aim to please their mate with every bit of their strength. Macy who couldn't contain the pleasure building up inside of her anymore, threw her head back in pure bliss as she bite down at her lower lip. Asher sense her getting close to her climax as her nail dig into his flesh even more before she cried out his name and he finally shot his seeds inside her before claiming her lips in another soul shattering kiss. ** Asher remember it all as if it was yesterday. And no matter how hard he tries not to find comparison between what happened with Kara and his mate Macy, Only untold rage seem to flow through his veins.

And the view inside was even more breathtaking. Alessandro was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his back to me, and the sight made the air leave my lungs in a silent rush. His back was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, every sinew and plane defined and powerful. The faint, silvery scars that mapped his skin seemed to make him more beautiful, not less. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, catching the morning light. As he moved, his muscles contracted and released in a display of raw, controlled power that was utterly mesmerizing.

She located the first aid kit, and ensured that there was alcohol, antiseptic, and Band-Aids, then she returned to the bedroom, just as Asher made his way inside. Anise disappeared from sight after sending Miranda a final reassuring nod. Asher looked over at Miranda. He tried to glare her way as he sized her suspiciously, before he headed to the bathroom without a word. He closed the door behind him and turned on the faucet. Asher washed his hands, and the water burned his cuts. He gathered water in his palms and splashed them on his face, then over his head and down his naked neck. Asher removed his shirt and washed cool water over his skin again.

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”