My feet barely touched the ground as Asra's large hand wrapped around my waist and lifted me into his side. With one arm, he carried me away from the table and I stared wide-eyed at Piper the further he walked. She blinked once, twice, three times before her lips curled into a cunning grin. My hands gripped Asra's bicep tightly as he supported all of my weight in one arm. How could someone lift an entire human with one arm?

Before I could even gauge my surroundings, we were back inside. The sudden lack of light had me snapping to my senses, and I increased my grip on Asra's hand.

"What are you doing?" I gasped. "Put me down!"

He grunted and ignored my order, as always. "No."

Carrying me down the hall, we turned towards a large wooden door. He pressed his thumb into a strange device beside the doorframe, causing it to click and, I'm assuming, unlock. With his spare hand, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He placed me on my feet and I openly complained a profanity in his direction. No sooner did I get a glimpse of the large wooden table, when I was suddenly surrounded by his scent. I blinked away from the shiny computer to find myself entrapped by Asra's dark blue eyes.

Swallowing the next complaint down, I took a few steps back to gain some distance. He followed every two of my own steps with one of his until my back hit something solid and my hands darted out to steady me. Glancing away quickly, I found I clasped my fingers around the side of an upholstered chair. I think Eve called these moon chairs?

Frowning, I lifted my gaze back to find Asra was still directly in front of me. His toes touched my own, his chest almost brushing mine. It was heaving as he took large lungfuls of air, but it was his eyes... So intense and daunting, I dreaded to think what was going on in that mind of his.

But dammit, he couldn't just handle me like a bag of shopping!

"Why the fuck did you carry me in here?" I snapped.

He blinked harshly, his head recoiling at the change. As if realising his stoic stance, he took one step back and shook his head. Running a hand across his chin, he scrutinised me once more. He was infuriating. Full of arrogance and bravado and way too handsome for his own good... Ugh! No!

"What?" I huffed.

"Why are you not afraid of me?"

I blinked, dumbfounded. "What? How is that anything related to what I just asked you? Is your brain turned on, Alpha?"

His eyes narrowed. "Very much so. As are my eyes."

I cockily tilted my head, crossing my arms along my chest. Pouting, I ran my eyes along his jean clad form before clicking my tongue.

"I'm glad your eyes are working, but I think you should get your ears tested, Alpha."

He growled lowly. "Calling me Alpha will not give you the effect you desire."

I paused, noticing how his eyes lit up as he spoke. Dammit, he was enjoying it? I hoped it irritated him. Being called it in such a way was meant to be degrading.

"What do you want, anyway?" I sighed, flexing my fingers against my ribs.

His eyes noted the movement, that intense furrow of his eyebrows returning. He took that single step closer once more, his earthy scent reminding me of fresh rain. This man was wild, in and out.

His hand suddenly raised, and I automatically flinched, recoiling my head away from his outstretched palm. His frown deepened, but he didn't move closer until my eyes shyly met his. I waited with bated breath as he inched his hand closer, slower this time.

I barely reacted, frozen to the core, when his thumb tugged on my lower lip. My tongue darted out instinctively to wet my lips and pull my pout back in. I tasted the tip of his finger, causing his breath to hitch as the rest of his hand moved to rest on my jaw. I looked up at him through my lashes, unable to comprehend another word as the buzzing warmth of his skin flittered against mine.

Once his hand was situated firmly on my jaw, my eyes fluttered closed and inhaled deeply as that strange warmth shot down my spine. My stomach flipped, an electrifying warmth filling my chest, my ribs hurting as they expanded with every breath.

"Asra..." I sighed.

His lower two fingers tightened on my throat, a deep rumble starting in his chest. I opened my eyes, eager to find out what was going on, but my throat dried with the intensity of his stare. His face was inches away, his breath fanning my forehead.

A gentle push had my head tilting under his command, and the rumble in his chest returned at the movement. His name was a whisper breathed across my lips, my eyes searching his for answers. Those eyes held stories, held secrets of intense feelings and thoughts that he would never set free.

His breath fanned my lips, the pooling warmth in my body filling me until it felt like I couldn't breathe. And it was then, and only then, that his lips caressed mine with secrets I could only wish to unlock.

It was a gentle caress, as if testing my reaction to his bold movement, but I was too far gone, too lost in the sensations to even think straight. He came back for more, a firmer brush of his lips as though testing me again. I sighed into his touch, and tilted my head to allow our lips to meet just right.

A blossoming bolt of pleasure racked my spine, my stomach doing somersaults as his lips moulded against mine. He moved, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His other hand came to rest on my waist, pulling me closer to him as his mouth hungrily devoured mine. A small hum of delight left me as my chest pressed against his, my hands reaching out to grab at anything I could.

I found myself holding onto his bicep and waist. The feel of his muscle beneath my hands had my core clenching and a small moan to leave my lips. He growled in response before his lips moved and his teeth came to nibble at my lower lip. My moaning increased, giving him the opportunity to smother my lips and delve his tongue into my mouth. Everything around me blurred. The only thing my mind even registered was his body and mouth upon mine, as everything turned to nothingness.

I shuddered, wild tremors raking my spine caused my chest to heave with exertion. I never thought I could ever feel such a way. My body came alive as though someone had turned a switch on. Like a match to flame, every sensation, every nerve within me buzzed with energy. An impossible dream brought to light.

In my heels, I didn't have to strain so far, but even so, I felt my back curve into his chest as his hand pulled me near. I felt needy and hot, my hands unable to grab enough of him as I fought against the current of waves crashing over me. Wrestling between pleasure and pain, I tilted my head away to catch my breath.

He didn't stop there, his hand on my neck pulling me gently by some wisps of hair to expose the right side of my throat to him. His lips trailed down my jaw and sucked at the skin below my ear. I moaned, panting for breath as I unconsciously ground my front into him. I felt hot and needy, wanting to feel his skin against mine so desperately.

"Asra..." I whimpered.

He growled, his teeth nipping my skin. I gasped, my heart racing harder when his canines traced my throat. I felt myself sobering up, my fear of his teeth clouding my lust. My hands tightened on his body, my eyes opening as I searched for his face. Tufts of his hair filled my vision and I removed the hand on his waist to grasp the strands.

I gently tugged, swallowing harshly as the tip of his tooth pressed too harshly on my skin. I whimpered, unable to tell if he had broken skin or not. It was enough to break him out of the spell and push his head away from my throat. My worried eyes met his, and it startled me to find them completely black.

His eyebrows furrowed, shrouding his dark iris' with shadows. He was breathing harshly, his lips perfectly swollen and moist. But beneath those beautiful lips were the sharp glints of white wolf teeth. I cringed and dropped my gaze to my feet, causing him to release my body instantly.

"I... I'm sorry." I whispered.

I heard his teeth smash together, a deep rumble of what sounded like displeasure filling the small room. After a few tense moments of neither of us moving away to catch our breaths, I finally rose my eyes to seek his face.

He was staring down at me. His eyes had lightened to a deep blue, but his lips were marred with a frown. I was just thankful his canines had disappeared back into their rightful place.

I should've shrouded away, convulsed with the intense look he was giving me, but I didn't feel the slightest bit affected. I have come to think that Asra was always this intense, always this moody. Unreadable.

"I don't know what..." I began, but trailed off when my words disappeared with my thoughts.

I noticed the slight twitch of his lips, a faint ghost of a smirk pulling his cheek just so. I stared at him, mouth partly agape, as I thought about what I wanted to say.

"Why did you kiss me?"

Hmm, probably not my best angle.

Perhaps I was still too dazed.

His hands clenched at his sides as a small scoff left his lips. "You kissed me back."

My nose crinkled as I frowned. "That is not an answer."

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I followed the motion as he then ran it along his upper teeth. My mouth was just there only a moment ago. Mine, nobody else's.

I wondered what that tongue could really do...

I shivered, looking away from his tantalising mouth and back to his eyes. He wasn't hiding his amusement now. His eyes crinkled with a slight hint of warmth. I wouldn't have detected it if I weren't still so close to him.

"Perhaps it was just a way for me to shut that mouth of yours, Tulip."

His voice was raspy and horse, a thrill shooting down my spine as it caressed my ears. Closing my eyes for a moment to catch my bearings, I shook my head in response.

"You dragged me here."

"Carried you. I carried you here."

My eyes flew open, shooting him a glare. "Unwillingly."

He smirked, his hand coming to cup my jaw again, but this time I went to move away. His gaze narrowed, two fingers cupping my chin to pull my head closer to him. He bent at the shoulder, moving down until he was a hair-width away. His breath ran along my nose and cheeks, warming my skin as I fought the urge to submit beneath his hold.

He must've noticed the slight switch of my temper because he moved his hand to press his palm only against my cheek. His eyes searched mine before trailing along my face, his thumb catching my lower lip to give it a slight tug. I squirmed, unable to recognise the strange emotion within me.

I exhaled shakily, running my tongue along my lips, in turn brushing it against his skin. His jaw clenched. The ghost of our touch only moments ago was still fresh on both of our minds. He was intoxicating and distant, and I ached to feel that suffocating inebriation one more time.

"You infuriate me." He murmured, his lips brushing my own. "And it intrigues me."

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Ooooooh damn

They got it bad
Just fck already sheesh