Page 24 of Ruined Wolf
Even so, Desolation was still one hell of a voyage away. Why go so far? It wasn’t exactly like many people had ocean worthy ships back then, and there would have been plenty of places to hide the treasure along the coast.
I slid the paper out. It had been folded in half, so I unfolded it and looked at the printout. It was a photograph of an old piece of parchment. The description at the bottom read, “Sailor’s Letter Home, 1515.” I squinted at the words. They were hard to read, and even when I managed to make out the letters, I realised they were in Spanish. Dammit. I folded the paper up and stuck it in my pocket. I had a feeling it was there for a reason.
I’d been in the bedroom for quite a while, and Maverick could wake up at any point. The stuff about the treasure was fascinating, but I needed to find the information about Ethan. I continued to search quickly, flipping over other papers and searching shelves. I even looked under the bed, but eventually, I had to admit that there was nothing here. I tidied the desk and slipped back out of the room, locking the door behind me.
I stopped and stared at the door a moment longer. I hated that this part of Jaxon was concealed. It was all that was left of him, and they locked it away. Of course, they didn’t know that. They thought they were keeping it for him, and I was the only one who knew he wasn’t ever coming back. Guilt flooded me once again. I knew what happened to their brother, and I could give them the closure that they needed, but I couldn’t tell them why he’d left, and if I was being honest with myself, I really didn’t want to lose them. I knew it would come out, but a part of me couldn’t bring this to an end just yet. I was being selfish, but I’d only had Jaxon for a year. Surely I could keep a little happiness for myself for just a bit longer. I sighed and turned to walk back down the hallway, running into a hard chest. Arms wrapped around me as I stumbled, and I looked up into Asher’s shadowed face.
“Nova, is everything okay?”
My heart thudded so hard I was convinced he’d hear it. I slowly moved my hand behind me, wrapping my fingers tightly around Maverick’s keys. “I’m fine, just... you know... bathroom.”
Asher’s eyes narrowed. “Maverick has his own bathroom,” he pointed out.
“Oh, yes, I know, but he was using it. I was a bit desperate, and he was taking ages...” I flashed him a cheeky grin, hoping he’d accept my explanation. He seemed to, nodding briefly as he looked down at me. His arms were still wrapped around me, and although I loved the feeling, I knew he’d regret it since he was so determined to keep away from me.
“Asher?” I murmured when he still said nothing.
He was staring at my mouth, and I started to feel a little self-conscious. I was trying to keep away from him, physically at least. I knew he felt that strong pull as well, but he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, so I was trying to respect that. I pushed gently at his middle with my free hand. Oh, that was a bad idea. As soon as my palm came into contact with his shirt, I could feel the contours of his abs underneath the material, and my fingers spread over them, sliding against him. In a second, his mouth was on mine.
I wrapped my free arm around his neck as he pulled me closer to him, crushing me against his body. His mouth was warm and soft, and I couldn’t get enough of how he tasted. His hand slipped into my hair, his fingers combing through the strands. I was used to Lucas’s hard passion and Maverick’s strong desire, so Asher’s gentleness came as a surprise, even though it shouldn’t have. His hand slid around to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as he kissed me. His tongue explored me slowly, sensually, and the heat inside me felt like a warm glow, like sunshine in the summer where it starts off warm then builds to a searing heat.
I kissed him back, and all the while, I could feel his heart pounding beneath my fingers. I wrapped my other arm around his neck as well, using the other hand to grip my wrist. Even with the distraction of Asher’s mouth, I remembered to hold on to the keys in case they fell. He pulled back a little, both of us breathing hard, and stared into my eyes before moving forward to kiss me again and again, just brushing his lips over mine.
“I’ve waited so long to kiss you again, Nova.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “And I’ve waited so long to touch you again. Why do I only feel alive when you’re in my arms?”
“Because it’s where you’re supposed to be,” I replied then inwardly cursed myself. Why was I leading him on? I was leaving, I had to leave. This would never go anywhere, and I was going to end up hurting him again.
He kissed me again, one hand slipping down to grab my leg and pull it up around his waist. I gasped at the feel of his hard cock pushing against my pussy. The only barrier between us was the thin cotton of his pyjama bottoms. He guided me backwards, pressing me against the wall before hitching me up to press me against it, then he grabbed my other leg so they both wrapped around his waist. I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid along my skin to cup my ass and pull me harder against him.
He broke away from my mouth to trail hot, soft kisses down my throat, and I tipped my head to the side, whispering his name as he covered me in kisses. His lips brushed over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their path. I reached down between us where he ground his cock against my core and slipped my hand into his waistband. He groaned against my skin, grazing his teeth over me as I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled him free. I moaned as the head of it rubbed against my clit, and he gasped.
Friction had already done most of the work, and adding the fact that I’d been craving him for days meant I was close. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, the head of his cock sliding against my clit.
“Moons, Nova,” he said, pulling back. “I can’t do this.”
I let go of his cock, breathing hard. My release was so close, and his body said otherwise as his hips pushed forward. His hard shaft slid through my lips, coating him in my slick, and I felt him press against my entrance.
“Asher, please, baby, please, I need you. I need you so much,” I whispered.
“Nova,” he rasped, his voice strained as he moved against me, rubbing his shaft over my clit.
“Fuck, Asher, I’m going to come.” I groaned as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. Gentleness had been replaced by desperation as he struggled with the pull between us. He was stronger than me, whereas I wanted him so badly I didn’t care about consequences. I needed his cock inside me, needed to feel his seed filling me and his knot stretching me.
He looked into my eyes, and I saw the battle he was having with himself. I could already feel that he was close, the tip of his cock just entering my opening. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to take me and pound me into the wall until he came. He wanted to fill me with his seed and leave his mark. He wanted to claim me, but he was trying to fight it. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth down to mine.
“Asher, please, I’m begging you, baby. Fuck me, claim me, take me, use me, I don’t care, just please do something.” I kissed him wildly, rubbing my pussy against his hard cock until he groaned.
“I can’t... I can’t!” he said as he pulled back, lowering my legs to the floor and stepping backwards as he pushed his cock back inside his trousers.
He was still hard, and he stared at me as I stood there with my slick dripping down my legs, so close to release I had to lean against the wall for support.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I just can’t.”
I nodded, trying to catch my breath.
“Well, fuck, baby brother. I heard I was cruel to women, but getting our little omega riled up like that and not making her come? That’s beyond anything I would do.” Lucas’s voice drifted out of the shadows, and Asher turned, letting us both see Lucas leaning lazily against the wall, completely naked. My eyes dropped to his cock, inked and hard, the light from the moon outside glinting off his piercings.
“How long have you been there?” Asher demanded.