30. Asher

Chapter thirty

Asher

My eyes fell on a ragged group of men holding Tayla down. The sight enraged me, and my teeth bared themselves.

With a deep growl, I charged forward, throwing a fierce punch across the men’s faces. They had both a mix of Werewolf and human features. My guards joined in, throwing hot blows across their faces.

I pulled one of the men off Tayla and slammed him across the cottage house, his head smashing against the hard wooden wall of the house.

Turning my attention to Tayla, I saw her body curled into a small ball on the ground while she trembled. I fell to my knees and took her in my arms. I removed the collar from her neck and threw it to the ground. Seeing the visible red lines and bruises on her neck, I was at a loss for words.

I feared that I had arrived a bit too late. However, I felt relieved in my heart when I realized that she wasn’t dead or covered in blood.

I gazed at the dead men in the dirt and noticed they were not members of this pack. My eyes shifted to Tayla's wounded body; she had a wound on her forehead, and there was a deep burn on her neck. But my mark was there as well, and knowing she was my mate and that she was safe gave me a bit of peace.

My eyes darkened at the sight of her injured body, though. Anger flashed across my face, and my jaw clenched. I scooped her into my arms before rising up from the ground.

“You are safe now,” I whispered into her ear. “No one is going to hurt you.”

She wrapped her arms around me, her breathing coming short. Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, and she went limp in my arms.

Stepping into the small cottage house, I laid her on the chair before taking my coat off. I wrapped it around her body.

As I sat down on the table, I couldn't take my gaze off her, hoping she would soon wake. She twitched, squeezing her eyes shut before mumbling something in her sleep. Her wolf was slowly healing the red lines.

My mind raced as I thought of the pain and torture she must have endured before I arrived. I recalled the harsh treatment I had lashed on her in the castle.

My selfishness and obsession with having control over her had consumed me. I thought I could have her all to myself. Just the thought of it made my blood boil. If only we could start life afresh, I would be the man she deserved and earn her love willingly. I would change…I had changed.

After some time, I stood up from the table and ordered my warriors to take positions at every corner of the cottage. With the recent news of Werewolves being killed locally by some deadly creatures, I knew the pack was not safe at the moment. Tayla's life was at risk, and I would do anything to make sure she was safe.

My warriors stood guarding the place from any predator. Turning around, I walked into the cottage before locking the door. It was just Tayla and I in the cottage now.

As I turned, I was taken aback when I saw Tayla standing in front of me. For a moment, I felt drawn to her doe eyes. Then she began to walk towards me, her steps slow and steady. When she got closer, I raised my hand to touch her cheek, searching for any cuts, but she was healed completely.

“Tayla?” I breathed out, unsure of where to start from. I had wronged her in many ways that I didn't know where to begin making amends.

As I continued to gaze into her eyes, I felt my body heat up. All of a sudden, she leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine.

It was a small, gentle kiss, but I felt my heart race. I parted my lips, waiting for her next move. She kissed me again, sucking my top lip before slipping her tongue into my mouth.

A low growl erupted from my throat as I deepened the kiss. My hands traced down to her waist before pulling her closer.

She slowly closed her eyes, melting in my embrace as I sucked and nibbled her lips. All of a sudden, I shifted positions, turning her around so her back was hitting the wall.

When we broke apart, I slowly ran my fingers through her hair while keeping my gaze locked on her. She didn't move and stood there with her eyes following my every move.

As I stared at Tayla, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her beauty. It had been days since I last saw her, and seeing her now, I could no longer control myself.

“I tried to fight it…but I missed you, Asher.”

“I missed you too, my mate,” I whispered.

I ripped the gown off of her body and threw it down. She gasped, bringing her hands to trace my hard chest, but I grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head. With our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel the heat emitting from her skin. I leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on the crook of her neck when she gasped. My warm breath brushed against her skin, making her body tremble.

I let go of her hands and trailed my fingers from her cheek down to her breast. I paused. A small moan escaped from her lips when I cupped her breast into my hand.

I began exploring her body with my tongue and hands. I ran my tongue from the crook of her neck down to her collarbone. She moaned softly. My hands left her breast and slid down to her core. She moaned before biting her lips to quiet herself.

I raised my head, bringing my fingers to part her lips.

“Moan for me, love,” I whispered before kissing her.

All of a sudden, I lifted her into my arms before starting to make my way upstairs to make love to her in the bedroom. But she pushed my shoulder a bit.

I raised a brow at her.

“We should do it here,” she mumbled before pushing herself down. With her naked body before me, I explored her with my fingers.

Tayla positioned herself on the stairs, her hands holding onto the rails.

“Don't move,” I said, spreading both of her legs apart.

I took out my hard shaft and slowly rubbed it at the entrance of her wet core. The sensation made her moan as her fingers trembled against the rails, and she moved her legs closer.

“What did I tell you about moving?” I asked, placing both legs apart from each other.

When I pushed my length into her, she let out a cry loud enough to wake the neighbors. I pushed in deeper feeling the pulse of her core, giving her some time to feel the sensation before pushing my hips back and forth.

“Asher!” she cried when I pushed in her deeply. She gripped the railings, her head falling to the other side. I continued throbbing into her, leaving her breathless and warm every time. My hands roamed over her body, feeling her lower back and full hips.

Raking my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head in for a kiss. My lips brushed against the warm skin on her neck, and I sucked. Her loud moans and screams only turned me on, pushing me to climax.

I leaned closer, trailing soft, wet kisses from her neck down to her lower back, and she gasped. I groaned loudly as I filled her with my seed. She squeezed her legs tight around me to keep me there…inside her…I was happy to oblige.

I released her eventually, lifting her into my arms again and walking her to the chair. I placed her down, spreading both legs apart from each other. Then I trailed my fingers from her breast down to her core. Her eyes ran to the back of her head as her body tensed.

She moaned in pleasure as I licked her clean. I pulled back as she called out in pleasure and I wanted to join her in this satisfaction so I gently lifted her up and took her place in the chair.

I set her down on my erect shaft and started to fuck her again. This time, my dick went in deep, and she gasped for breath as I filled her body completely.

We continued to make love in the dim room until we reached climax once more, and she fell into my arms. I cradled her for a bit before putting her on the couch and wrapping her in a blanket.