Can't Get Near The Alpha King novel Chapter 38

He then starts his attack of my body, his lips leisurely trail down my neck and collarbone as that's the only skin visible with my top. He then lifts the end of my top and focuses his attention on my stomach.

His touch causing me to lean into him naturally, as if trying to get more of his attention on me. I feel his smirk on my skin, probably linked to my reaction to him and his touch.

My hands are twirling pieces of his hair, most likely painfully but in the effort of trying to control myself. He then inches ever closer to my breasts, his eyes then lock with mine and silently ask for permission, which I happily give to him.

He tenderly lifts off my top, unlike me who tore his, so I'm now lying bare on my top half under him. His eyes scour my chest, as if he's gulping it all in.

Like an animal, he dives in, his lips kissing all of my chest and his tongue ravishing the taste of my skin - I shudder continuously under him, not able to control myself.

His attention mainly focused on one breast with his hand fondling the other one, while my hands tug at his hair and run down his upper back; all whilst my insides are burning up, almost as if unable to cope with his touch.

Within seconds Ashton's jeans are thrown off along with his boxers, so he's now lying bare above me. His elbows resting besides my head, to support his weight. He takes off my shorts, so we are now both bare.

My nerves and excitement sky rocket within these few seconds, a few seconds that can turn the tables infinitely. My breaths become short and shallower as I feel his burning gaze up and down my body.

The event that happens next is unspeakable, and that's how the night and morning ends in the ruffled, flying sheets along with the guttural moans and groans from Ashton and I.

While our souls fully connect, with our wolves howling in ecstacy in our minds, the night the meaning of pure euphoria.

adella pov -

I wake up with a heavy arm draped over my bare waist, the flimsy sheets randomly flung atop of Ashton and I. My scarred back pressed against his solid chest, our bare bodies entangled with each other.

I flick my eyes to the clock and see it's 10.30, both of us having slept in longer than usual after our eventful night and morning. After about ten minutes of lying there with a sleeping Ashton, I hear a very light knock on the door.

I then hide the bag containing another box of normal pills - that I soon will be using discreetly, in a unused cupboard in the utility room. Knowing Ashton won't be making use of that.

I then walk back upstairs and into the room to see Ashton leaning against the backboard, fully awake. One of his eyebrows raised along with his arms folded over his chest; accentuating his muscles.

The white sheet pooling at his waist, thankfully covering his lower half. My heartbeat skyrockets, my eyes go wide and my hands turn clammy - worried that he'd heard the conversation involving Lily.

"So are you one of those girls that leaves after the night; someone who doesn't do 'breakfast'?" He says to me with a smirk playing on his lips, saying breakfast with hand gestures.

I sigh and release the breath that I was holding, my shoulders sag and I relax.

"Usually you know, with all the guys I sleep with, but I might change that with you." I tease, running my hand along my bare thigh.