* Warning: Sexual Content (this is an 18+ book guys pls remember that)

As soon as I reached my room, I headed straight for the bathroom to clear my head. Turning the shower on, I was quick to take off the damp shirt and get under the current. Closing my eyes to wash the ghost touches of Blake's eyes, I submerged my face under. Despite all of that, all I could think about was the way Asra protected me.

Running the soap over my body, I thought of how his hands held me by the waist. How he pulled me into his back to hide me from the intruding males. The ghost of his hand as it pushed the hair behind my ear... I shuddered, running my hand between my thighs and causing a bolt of electricity to jolt through me.

Those hands, caressing me softly, never firm unless he was keeping me out of harm's way. The way the water reacted to his presence, how his body was always warm. He made me feel calm when he was gentle, and I could look him in the eye without breaking eye contact. Despite his large and imposing size and status, he brought me a sense of calm.

His touch had my body lighting up in ways that Darius never did, and I craved him even more for that.

My lips parted as I ran my hand along the length of my body, enjoying the way my skin pebbled and nipples rose to attention. Unable to resist the temptation whilst rampant thoughts still lingered in my mind, my hand lowered to touch myself. I exhaled shakily, the water an aphrodisiac as it ran down my breasts and stomach.

I hummed softly as I brought myself my own pleasure, my back arching as my head pressed into the wall. It had been a while since I had touched myself, too afraid back home of what may happen if Darius ever caught me.

I couldn't help. I couldn't stand Asra's embrace. His presence was too overwhelming. His blue eyes were captivating, but I refused to be a pawn in his game.

But damn, even his body...

Sculptured in all the right places. Strong defined jaw and shoulders, bulging biceps and well-defined back muscles. I remembered the way my fingers dug into his shoulders, the way his tattoos hugged every contour of his physique. His tempting v-line leading to that glorious, more-than-enough member I glimpsed at the lake last time.

I whimpered, my hand sliding more furiously against my clit. I moaned, angling my body so the water streamed directly against the palm of my hand. My breaths were quick, the cool tile the only thing keeping me standing.

I was too busy in my small section of heaven to even care about anything else. So safe to say. When I finally opened my eyes and found dark blue ones blinking back at me, it took me a moment to realise it wasn't in my head.

I jumped, my hands flying to cover myself as I screamed in horror at Asra's being. He was frowning, leaning against my vanity with his arms behind his back. His hair was more dishevelled than when I last saw him, and I wondered how I didn't even hear him.

Glancing at my door, I blinked through the pouring of the shower. "How did you get in here?"

His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of my screech. "You didn't lock your door."

My lips parted, unable to form words. "Get out!"

"Oh, no, please, don't stop on my behalf." He grinned, his pupils blown. "It was just getting to the good part."

I cursed, turning around to face the wall and hide my shame. It only resounded in a soft grumble from Asra, but I figured giving him my ass was better than him gawking at my aching front.

"Why are you even in here?" I muttered, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

"You are my mate."

"So?" I spat, shooting him a glare over my shoulder.

"I am more connected to you than you realise." He chimed, sounding rather pleased with himself.

"And?" I grunted, rinsing the remaining soap from my hair from earlier.

"When it feels like my mate is receiving intimate pleasure, I had to make sure that nobody was taking what was mine." He growled. "Little to my surprise, it was more entertaining than that."

Wanting to give him a piece of my mind, I spun around to glare at him. As bare as the day I was born, water pounding down my skin and Asra wasted no time in tracing his eyes across my body.

"Are you going to continue, or do you need some help?" He cocked his head.

I glowered at him, my hands moving to my hips to not look so intimidated. He was messing with me, the cocky smirk on his face was testing me, egging me on to try it. My adrenaline was pumping, eager to prove this man wrong.

Pushing the wet hair from my face, I decided my fate. With confidence boiling beneath my skin, I slowly dragged my hands down my body. The water cascaded just right, my hands grabbing at my breasts before trailing down to finish my own business.

Asra's eyes followed my movement, blazing, when my fingers continued their task. He shifted his weight, and I ran my eyes along his freshly clothed body, only to be surprised when I found the growing tent in his trousers. It only fuelled me more. As his eyes stayed locked on my body, a burning desire built in mine. His scent invaded the fog filled air, filling my lungs with every breath. It was intoxicating; a fruit that I couldn't get enough of.

A small moan of pleasure left my lips as my stomach tightened and Asra growled in response. It only seemed to edge me on further, the deep baritones of his groans vibrating my senses. He levelled his gaze with mine and I darted my eyes to his crotch, licking my lips. He palmed at himself, shifting the bulge in his pants.

I whimpered, arching my back as my hand vigorously chased my high. Asra, seemingly unable to hide his desires anymore, quickly pulled down the waistband of his trousers and pants and pulled himself out. I moaned the length of him, licking my lips as the first drop of pre-cum escaped the tip. He growled, his hand urgently pumping himself. His eyes closed, his lungs filling with my scent as I neared my finish. The size of him fascinated me, his width almost the same as his fist, his length reaching far past his belly button. I had never seen a cock so large and it not only terrified me, but sent a burning enthrallment of want through my body.

My eyes closed, unable to hold the direct contact as I brought myself, finally, to my climax. My thighs shook, my breaths heavy as I panted against the wall. Finally sated, my hand slumped against my stomach, my shoulders easing against the wall.

Asra's low grumble grew closer, and the shower turned off. My eyes flew open, surprised to find him directly in front of me. I straightened my spine as his body towered over me. His blue eyes stared into me, his nostrils flaring as he licked his lips. I arched into him, my hands grabbing at his biceps as he continued to pump himself.

I was burning, consumed by the lust and power of his body. It saturated my pores, blurred my mind until it was nothing but a haze. His low grumble sent my body into a tremor that had me gasping in his scent.

"Look at me," He whispered lowly.

My eyes rose from his chest to find his face so close to me. His lips brushed my nose, mine caressing his chin with every heavy breath. He groaned, his spare hand moving to hold his weight behind my head as he leaned over me. I blink slowly, licking my lips to get more of his delightful smell and warmth into my body.

He suddenly cursed, his hand slowing as jets of warmth streamed down my stomach. His growl turned into a low moan of pleasure as he found his climax, coating my stomach in his release. His hand slowed its movements, stuttering to a stop when his forehead rested upon mine.

I blinked in an attempt to clear the fog, our heavy breaths mixing with each other. Slowly, he pulled away, pushing his weight from the wall and allowing the light and fresh air to blossom over my body. The stickiness of his release still coated my skin and I stood upright, my legs shaky and heavy.

It was quiet, Asra watching me with a content expression. He leaned closer, nostrils flaring once before a growl of what felt like approval built in his chest. Moving out of the shower, he turned the taps back on; the water jolting me back to reality.

With a soft smile, he lazily moved to wash his hands and softening member with soap before drying himself on my bath towel. I copied him, cleaning my skin before climbing out and wrapping a towel around both my body and hair. He waited for me by the sink, his arms crossed patiently.

"We need to talk." I murmured once I was dry and moisturised.

He nodded mutely, following me out of the bathroom. The atmosphere wasn't tense, rather relaxed, as though the invisible string between us was content for a while. My skin warmed gently when he sat beside me on the bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" He wondered.

I raised an eyebrow at him, but he trained his eyes on the tower of a cotton towel on my head. I smirked, glancing down at my hands.

"What just happened?" I whispered.

He chuckled, falling back onto his elbows. I followed his movement with my gaze, trailing my eyes along his smart shirt. I had only just noticed that he was wearing a suit, minus the tie and jacket. Black trousers and boots with a white suit shirt half-way buttoned.

Did I have to dress up for dinner too?

"I think it is rather self-explanatory." He murmured.

I glared at him, causing his lips to spread into a grin again.

Shaking my head, I gestured between the two of us. "I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. Now you are intruding on my private time?"

His eyes dropped into a glower, his upper lip twitching into a frown. "I could sense you were acting sexual, and I was furious, thinking someone else was..."

I couldn't help but smirk at his choice of words. "Furious? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?"

He growled low, mulling over his next words. "I don't think I can."

"Can?" I wondered. "Can what?"

"Ignore you." He admitted.

I blinked, turning to stare down at him with a shocked expression. "What?"

"You intrigue me, you draw me in without even realising." He pulled himself upright to sit beside me, glaring holes into my knees. "It makes the beast part of me so eager to..."

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "To?"

"Sink my teeth into you."

I flinched with surprise, an icy shiver of dread running down my spine. I shifted away from him. The fear of being torn into pieces outweighed the lusty thoughts.

"Because you are my mate?" I asked after a moment's pause.

He hesitated, avoiding eye contact before nodding once. "Yeah..."

Silence once again consumed us before I built up the courage to say the words I needed to say. He clouded my thoughts, held my desire captive. I had to put a boundary in place.

"This cannot happen again." I commented.

His growl was loud, reverberating around the room. He pushed up from the bed, stomping loudly until he was a few inches away. Running a hand down his face, his nostrils flared before he huffed loudly.

"You are right." He snapped, eyes blazing as they stared at me.

It was as though he was taking in a last look. And then he shook his head and stormed out of my room like a temperamental child.