Page 52 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

I bite on my lip, feeling heat coursing over me. God, I wanted him. I wanted him to fill me and make me moan.

He stroked his hand up and down, his thumb rubbing over his tip. His eyes never leave me. He inhaled sharply, leaning forward. His arm landed next to me, and I panted for air at the sight of him.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, a smirk pulling at his lips.

I nodded. He grabbed my legs, hooking me wide. His cocked rubbed against my entrance, and he cupped my face, kissing me softly. He slid into me in one thrust, and my head fumbled back as I moaned loudly.

I gripped his shoulders, feeling my nails digging into his skin. I felt him stretching me, his cock filled me more than I thought was possible.

His forehead pressed against mine as he groaned, his shoulders shaking. “Fuck, Hazel. You feel so fucking good.”

His lips pressed against mine as he moved, his cock pulling out slowly before sliding back into me. His hand moved back down, moving slowly over my clit. I moaned, feeling the tingling growing below.

He sped up, his breath hot against my skin, his arms tight on my hips. It felt perfect and hit where I needed it to. Our voices bounced off the walls, and the bed shook with each movement. I could hardly breathe. I could feel myself falling closer to my release.

It hit me like a train. My body convulsed as I came hard, crying out his name. Asher sank deep in me, finding his own release.

He fumbled back into the sheets, trying to catch his breath. I panted for air, feeling my heart racing.

I blinked and turned to him. Asher looked at me, a soft smile pulled at his lips.

I expected to feel embarrassed, as I did last time. I waited for my head to catch up and realize what we’d done. But it didn’t. I didn’t feel exposed. I felt safe.

“I should go to my room.”

“Do you want to?” he asked, his hand reaching up, twirling some of my hair. I stared at him for a moment.

Did I want to sleep in my bed and wait for the nightmares to come? I just thought of his words: ”Take a break.”

“No.”

He ran his thumb over my cheek. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

He shook his head. “No.” A break. I could do that.

I curled into his arms, feeling his arms wrap around me as he held me close. I inhaled his scent as I drifted off to sleep.

I was in that pasture again. The wind blew, and it was so peaceful. It was warm and calm. I took a few steps, feeling energy all around. It was strange how strong it felt.

As I walked, I noticed the air shift, and the clouds started to roll in, as they always did. I knew what was coming, and this was always when I wanted to wake up. I didn’t want to be here. It was like you knew you were walking into your enemy’s territory.

But I wasn’t here. I wasn’t in the woods alone. This was all a dream, and I was lying safely in bed with Asher.

I swallowed, walking a few more steps. The feeling of darkness draped over me like a blanket. One second, the space was beautiful and lush; the next, it was gone. The trees had lost their leaves, the plants had withered away, as if the life had been sucked out of them. And it smelled of death.

I then spotted a hybrid in the distance, close to one of the larger trees. One by one, more of them arrived in the space. I turned, taking them all in. There were hundreds, and my heart started to beat quickly. I knew that they had grown in numbers, but I hadn’t expected this. Seeing them all together was terrifying.

But I looked around once more, trying to piece together where exactly we were. The large open space and the huge rockyarea were just a few feet away from me. I’d seen it before. But where?

A large man spoke in front of them, catching my attention. A scar across his left eye. He had snow-white hair and was built like a train. “We will make them all pay.”

His eyes snapped toward me, and I felt my heart stop beating. I’d seen him before. He was the man I saw previously. Could he see me? Did he know I was watching?

“Hazel!”

I jerked awake as Asher was shaking me. “Hazel, wake up.”