Page 65 of Our Covenant

She grinds against me and arches her back, opening up a space between our bodies to give me a full view of her perfect tits. My mouth waters as I take her nipple between my teeth and look up to her face. I catch the moment her eyes roll back before her lids flutter shut.

My hum of pleasure vibrates my teeth, making her legs tighten around me. She wants more. She needs it. Needs me. And what am I, if not dependable?

Turning us both, I sit her ass on the corner of the countertop. She leans back, holding onto the edges of the marble as she watches me pull my jeans down. Her eyes go wide when I take my cock in my hand and stroke it. I line the head up and swipe it through her wetness. She gasps and tilts her chin up, silently asking for more.

I tease her, only allowing the head of my cock to push into her tight pussy to the thick ridge before pulling back again. “Look.” I drop my eyes between us and feel her eyes follow. “Look how eager you are for me to fuck you.”

Her brows pinch but her pupils blow as she watches.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Beth.”

“Elsbeth,” she corrects. “Never Beth.”

“Elsbeth,” I croon, sinking my cock into her slowly as my tongue forms every syllable of her first name, but I stop shallow. “Fuck. So tight.”

“Asher.” She spreads her legs wider, heralding me into our desires.

The view of Elsbeth like this would bring any man to his knees. I saw the appeal the others did, of course, but I was missing the draw they all felt. It’s here now. The low, lamenting sound of my destruction approaching drums along with my pounding heart. If it weren’t for the nagging sensation in the pit of my stomach, she would be screaming my name loud enough for Fox, Thorne, and Maddox to hear.

I pulse my hips, not allowing myself any deeper, each motion drawing soft whimpers from her pouty lips. Her tongue swipes over the pillowy cushions, enticing me to follow suit. Cupping her face in my hands, I bring her mouth to mine in a slow, drawn-out kiss. It’s the kind that should lead to fucking her senseless, but instead, I hold us both hostage. Not allowing either of us to feel anything but the buildup threatening to riot.

It’s torturous and cruel, but I need her here in agony. For what I’m about to do, every coil of her being needs to be wound so tight that she’ll do anything to finally get release. “Tell me your full name,” I demand between her lips.

She tenses but her mouth chases mine when I pull back. “I thought you weren’t an asshole like the others?”

I can hear the tension waning, but her desperation has granted me leniency.

“You’ve cursed their names.” My cock throbs. “It’s only fair.”

She bucks her hips, and I reward her with another deep and slow thrust of my hips.

“Ha-ha—oh fuck. Please. More.” She reaches for my bare hip to bring me into her, but I remain still inside of her, feeling the warmth of her spread.

I rock into her, letting myself fill her to my hilt then halting, and her mouth opens to a perfect “O.” Nerves fire down my spine as I get the honor of watching her stretch to accommodate every burning inch of me. She squirms, begging for friction to offset the pressure before crying out in frustration when I pull out completely to replace my cock with two of my fingers.

I find that deep nerve, but it’s not enough. We both know it, and I have her riding the edge harder than she did Fox’s hand. “I need your cock. Ah, oh fuck. Please.”

“I know you do, baby. I know,” I whisper. “But I need to show you exactly what my place is in this coven.” Her walls constrict. She’s so close. “I’ll give you all of me soon.”

“Now, Asher. Fuck, I need it now.” The agitation laced through that urgency pulls my lips into a boastful grin.

“That’s right. You need to be fucked and filled, don’t you?” I circle her clit with my thumb, swirling, flicking, and rubbing until she’s tightening around my drenched fingers.

“Yes.” She pants harder. “Come with me. Together.”

She pulls at my hips and I oblige. Shifting my hand so not to lose contact with her clit, I thrust into her once, twice. I don’t ever want to stop, but restrain myself before the third. The edges of my focus are hazing with every jerk of my hips into her, and I fear I’ll never have this advantage over her again because once I plunge into this woman, I’ll be a goner.

I lean over her, placing my forehead on hers as her nails dig into my lower back, wishing all of me were closer.

“Asher, please.” The air-thin words die away in a whine that rips my soul in two.

“You just have to tell me your name.” I thrust into her again, relishing what could be the last few moments my cock gets to be inside of her.

“Elsbeth . . .” Her voice cracks, and I reward her with a pulse of my hips.

“I’m so close, baby, please.” I kiss her brow and her walls constrict as I work her clit and thrust one last time.

“Elsbeth . . . N-Noyce— Asher, fuck!”