Torrent (Alpha Love - a Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance Book 4) (5 page)

“I trust him with my life and I trust him with yours. He knows what he stands to lose if anything happens to you.” Ashton’s grim expression tells Sofie that he’s likely to have threatened to bring down all manner of hellfire and damnation on Gus’s head if she got hurt.

Ashton would never forgive himself if anything happened to her. What he doesn’t seem to realize is that the road runs both ways. But Sofie was already formulating her plan, she had begun to think about it, subconsciously at least, from the moment Ashton told her that he was sending her away.

“I know that Gus owes you, big time. But having him baby-sit me probably isn’t the best use of his talents, right?” Sofie keeps her voice level, projecting an image of practicality, no emotion. “He’ll be more useful to you here, keeping the rest of the pack in line and if there comes a point when you need to fight, he’s the best soldier that you have.” Ashton is looking at her curiously, clearly wondering where her train of argument is going. But the curiosity is mixed with admiration at the way that she’s thinking, like a member of the pack.

“Go on.” He crosses his arms and leans back lazily against the wall, looking for all the world like he belongs on a billboard in Times Square rather than a house in the middle of nowhere.

“Besides, if you’re sending me away without me having any say-so, which is exactly what you’re doing, then I figure I should at least get to choose who I travel with. You’ve made all the decisions so far, at least give me this one.” She meets his eyes, hoping that her nervousness isn’t as easy to see as she thinks it probably is.

“If I say yes, then can we draw a line under this? No more arguments from you?” Ashton stares at her like he’s trying to see through whatever is behind her abrupt about turn that’s caught him so off-guard.

“You have my word. I won’t try to convince you not to send me away, not anymore.” Sofie holds her hand up in what she figures must be a Girl Scout promise. She’d never been a scout, but she’s seen enough movies to know how it’s supposed to work.

“I can’t believe I’m bargaining with you.” Ashton shakes his head and he seems to be talking more to himself. “But fine, if that’s what it takes to keep you safe and to keep you quiet,” he gives her a meaningful look, “then you get to choose from the pack.”

Sofie doesn’t have to think twice about whom she’s going to ask for, she’s known from the start. Despite her high emotional state, she’s a scientist at heart and her cool head would serve her well here. This was where she had wanted the conversation to get to from the moment it had become clear that Ashton’s mind wouldn’t be changed. There was no fooling Sofie, he was sending her away for her own protection, but there was also a part of him that wanted to separate her from the pack, perhaps hoping that a little distance would change her mind over wanting to be like them, wanting to become a Lycan. Little did Ashton know that nothing that he could do or say would be able to change her mind. It was made up and that was that.

“Lindsey. I want Lindsey to come with me.” Sofie plants her feet firmly, expecting a fight, doing her best to look like an immovable object. She’s not going to take no for an answer.

Ashton searches her face for some sign of what she’s thinking, but she keeps her expression bland, as if there’s nothing more to her decision than wanting her friend around.

“Lindsey. Why am I not surprised?” Ashton sighs deeply, unhappy about her choice, probably because he knows how strongly Lindsey believes that Sofie should be were. But he’s not left with much of a choice but to agree, it’s clear that it’s the only way that he’s going to get Sofie to leave. “Fine, you get your wish. Lindsey will take you to the Frontier pack in Alaska. I’ll go give her the good news.” The grim set of his mouth tells Sofie that he’s not exactly overjoyed with how this has all panned out but he can’t see a way around it.

“I’ll go get her.” Sofie jumps to attention, darting in front of Ashton like she’s expecting him to argue. “I know she’ll probably want to have a few minutes alone with Hector once she knows that the plan is, you know, female intuition and all that.” Sofie cringes at her own lameness but hopes Ashton isn’t able to see through her crappy excuse.

“Alright.” He looks at her strangely as he motions for her to go ahead and do just that. There’s something that isn’t right about this whole situation, but he can’t put his finger on it.

Sofie doesn’t give him time to ponder for too long about what’s caused her sudden change of heart and eagerness to obey. She raises herself on tiptoes, pressing her lips against Ashton’s. It’s supposed to be a quick peck, but things are never quick when it comes to kissing Ashton. He makes a low noise in his throat as his tongue flicks at the seam of her lips and she opens her mouth willingly to him, moaning in spite of herself.

It’s as if they’re both channelling all the emotions they’ve been running on during the last 24 hours into the kiss. Ashton’s hands are in her hair, letting the silky caramel strands sift through his fingers. She can feel the kiss all the way down into her pussy where an ache is developing, one that can’t be ignored.

Ashton backs her up so that she’s trapped between him and the wall behind her. He’s virtually on top of her, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to, but she doesn’t want to, not even a little bit. He presses his hips against her, gently so she’s under no doubt of how ready he is for her. His hardness against her stomach turns her on so much she feels like she might come right there and then. She pushes her hips against his in return, showing him how much she wants him.

Sofie’s hands are running up and down his back, feeling the hard muscles bunching underneath his shirt. Impatiently, he shrugs out of his t-shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers. She’s just as eager as he is and she pushes the material up, desperate to feel the heat of his body underneath her fingers. Ashton in turn starts to unbutton the shirt of his that she’d borrowed that morning. She had arrived at his house the night before with nothing but the clothes she was wearing so her wardrobe was going to be an interesting mix of Ashton’s shirts and Lindsey’s hot pants until she could buy some of her own stuff.

Ashton is slow, deliberate in the way that he takes one button at a time, never taking his lips from hers, never breaking contact. When he finally reaches the last one, he pushes the shirt off of her shoulders and she lets it fall to the floor. Ashton pulls his head back to look at her and he shakes his head like he can’t believe how lucky he is. “You’re beautiful, you know that Sofie?” He doesn’t wait for her to answer, feathering kisses along her jaw so tenderly, his tongue flicking down her throat. He sinks to his knees kissing his way down her flat belly until he reaches the top of her borrowed hot pants.

Sofie is breathing heavily now, her fingers in his air, urging him on. He unbuttons her and pulls the zipper down slowly, reaching in with his hand to touch her.

“Fuck!” He sucks in his breath like he’s just been burned, snapping Sofie back to reality.

“What? What’s wrong?” She looks down at him in confusion, feeling suddenly very aware of herself.

But Ashton returns her look, almost reverently. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. You’re not wearing any panties, Dr. Braun.”

Sofie feels her face flame at his words and she starts babbling. “Well, I didn’t exactly bring any luggage with me yesterday so -,”

“I’m so turned on right now I can barely think straight.” Ashton interrupts her, not letting her go off the rails with her own brand of neurotic babbling. He dips his head down, scenting her. “You smell so fucking amazing.” His words come out in a groan like he’s too hot for her to control himself.

He pushes her shorts down, exposing the patch of dark curls leading to her pink pussy. Ashton leans into her, spreading her legs wider. “I need to taste you.” And then his mouth is on her, tasting her, teasing her. He flicks his tongue over her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.

She looks down, watching him pleasure her with his mouth; it’s so hot she can’t take her eyes away from him. Ashton seems to know exactly what she’s thinking as he looks up, smiling wickedly before plunging back into her pussy, making her squirm and thrust her hips towards him, wanting him deeper, needing him to fill her up. As if Ashton can read her mind, he strokes his fingers over her swollen pink lips, feeling how wet she is and how wet he’s made her. He sinks his fingers into her, feeling how hot and tight her pussy is around him.

Sofie is moaning his name, barely able to say anything else as he strokes her clit while he penetrates her with his fingers. She throws her head back, striving for control, but she’s undone. “Ash, I’m close, I’m coming.” She cries out the last word, bucking her hips as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of her.

Her wet juices slide down his fingers and, although Sofie is shaking from the force of her orgasm, the way that Ashton is looking at her tells her that he’s nowhere near finished yet. He kisses his way back up Sofie’s body, pulling down the cups of her bra so that he can lick her hard nipples, making her shiver with pleasure and expectation. She reaches behind his head, pulling him up to her face, needing his mouth on hers. She can taste herself on him and the thought of that makes her pussy throb with desire.

“Greedy aren’t we?” Ashton smiles at her.

“I missed you.” Sofie doesn’t bother to hide the plaintiveness in her voice. It was true, with everything that had happened, it felt like a long time since they’d been intimate with each other. It had only been a matter of a couple of days, but that was how much she needed him. A day without his body inside of hers made her desperate for him.

The want in Ashton’s eyes tells her that he feels the same. “I’m right here now, baby.” He kisses her longingly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, showing her how much he needs to be inside of her.

Sofie reaches out and palms his hard cock through his jeans. But it’s nowhere near enough, she unzips him and reaches inside to touch his tumescent shaft. Ashton takes a sudden breath in, to control himself. There’s something about the way that she touches him that makes every nerve-ending feel like it’s about to explode. He breaks contact just long enough to step out of his jeans and then he is on her again.

“This is going to be quick.” He leans his head against hers, breathing hard, trying to hold himself together. “I can’t control myself around you, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

“I don’t want you to.” Sofie locks eyes with him. “I want you to be as out of control as I am.”

“You have no idea what you do to me, running girl.” The words are a whisper in her ear as he takes hold of her hands that had been hooked around his neck and lifts them up above her head.

Sofie gasps as he pushes her wrists together, up against the wall, pinning her. With his free hand he guides himself towards her opening, pushing gently through her folds until his tip is inside of her.

Sofie whimpers, squirming, needing him to go deeper. “More, more,” she pleads with him, shameless at her own need. “Fuck me, Ash. Fuck me.”

They lock eyes, their desire for each other reflected back at them. Ashton dips his head down, biting her bottom lip gently, savouring the way she moans into his mouth. He keeps her arms raised above her head, not allowing her to touch him or herself. His tight hold on her wrist walks the line between pleasure and pain and it’s delicious. With his free hand he lifts her gently, his hand under her ass, giving him easier access to her. His hips pump and he drives inside of her, hard and fast, making her moan.

“Your pussy, so wet, so tight around my cock.” Ashton has to strain to get the words out, he’s so turned on.

Sofie lifts her hips pushing into him, trying to bring him even deeper into her. She wraps her legs around his waist as he supports her ass, spreading her buttocks and probing her with his fingers, feeling the way that she quivers against him.

He takes her, thrusting into her again and again, harder and harder. Their groins grind together as Sofie pushes into him, wanting to take every last inch of him. Her pussy is throbbing and dripping around his cock. He slides into her so easily, he groans with pleasure at the smoothness of her cunt and the way he fills her up. Her pussy squeezes his shaft as he thrusts into her, leaving him breathless as he picks up the rhythm, driving into her again and again.

Sofie is making breathless little sounds, moaning and repeating his name over and over. Hearing her just makes him even harder, if that were possible. He leans his forehead against hers, making sure that she’s looking at him, wanting to watch her as she falls over the edge.

They’re both close, heading towards their own sweet release. “Fuck me! Yes! Ashton, yes!” Sofie screams, too turned on to worry about Lola hearing them in the next room. All she cares about is this moment, the sound of Ashton’s heartbeat hammering, the hooded lust in his eyes, the feel of him buried inside of her.

With a growl, Ashton thrusts into her once, twice, pushing her over the edge as they both ride the waves of their orgasms, coming hard. Ashton spurts inside of her, shooting his excitement into her body. They are both undone, collapsing against each other, panting heavily, trying to get much-needed oxygen back into their lungs.

Ashton releases her hands above her head and the ache in her shoulders makes her feel even more satisfied. “You know I love to watch you come.” His forehead is still leaning against hers, his blue eyes alert.