“You good?” I asked him.
“Move, Gael,” he gritted out and I did.
I started with a slow rhythm, before picking up speed. Soon enough, Asher started meeting me for every thrust.
I reduced us both to panting and needy animals.
We moved together, a slow unraveling, as if we were afraid to break whatever fragile thing was building between us.
I shifted the angle of my next push. Asher gasped, arching his back and I knew I found his sweet spot.
My balls tightened against my body. I knew I wouldn’t last long but neither would he.
I aimed for his prostate repeatedly, until Asher came, screaming out my name. His climax triggered my own.
My mind blanked and the rest of the cabin fell away from my line of sight. I couldn’t remember the last time sex had felt this way. This incredible.
Afterward, we lay together in the makeshift cot. His head rested against my shoulder, his breath soft and even.
I traced idle patterns on his back, the steady rhythm grounding me. But even in that quiet, a shadow lingered.
I could feel it in the way his fingers tightened slightly around mine. In the way his body tensed when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.
He was still keeping something from me. And whatever it was, it was going to come for us eventually.
But for now, I held him tighter, refusing to let go.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GAEL
I stood at doorway of the cabin. Asher had been reluctant to let me leave, though he hadn’t said it outright.
“I’ll be back soon with dinner,” I’d promised.
He nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease until I’d stepped outside.
Now, with the cabin tucked safely behind me, I could focus.
Asher needed food. Proper food. He was healing, but it would take more than sheer stubbornness to get him back to full strength.
The forest stretched before me, alive with quiet movements and soft sounds.
Hunting wasn’t my preferred pastime, blood was my sustenance, but I’d spent enough years among humans to know how to stalk prey.
My heightened senses gave me an advantage, and tonight, I’d use it for him.
I moved silently, my boots barely disturbing the damp ground as I tracked the faint sounds of small creatures scurrying through the underbrush.
A hare, maybe? Or a deer, if I got lucky. My fingers brushed against the trunk of a tree, the rough bark grounding me as I crouched low, scanning the area.
As I waited in the stillness of the forest, my thoughts inevitably drifted to Asher and the electrifying, mind-blowing time we’d shared in the bedroom.
My chest tightened as I replayed every detail in my mind.
The way his body had fit against mine, the warmth of his touch, the quiet vulnerability in his eyes that he only let me see.
No one had ever made me feel the way he did.
