CHAPTER 44

"You can't be serious," she whispered furiously, trying not to be heard above the chants. But since wolves were supernatural beings, she was certain a few of them really close could hear the embarrassing conversation.
"I couldn't be more serious. Our mating is the rite itself. Don't worry, the Elders are going to serve as our wall," he said.
She rolled her eyes in frustration. Was he that stupid? It was not just about being seen alone, it was the very crudity of the act. How was she expected to make love with him knowing about a thousand people were there with them? It made no sense. The whole rite made no sense.
Just thinking about it made her face burn.
"No. I'll be a party to no such thing," Shana whispered furiously back at her cheerful, smiling mate.
"We don't get to decide. We just do it," he replied in a silent whisper.
"Just do it?," she asked snickering. He made it sound like going to pick up grocery at the store.
The elders were finally done with their chanting. One of them; whom Shana already recognized as Thomas walked towards them with a red strip of clothe in his hands. Like the others, he was garbed in silky white flowing gown with a red sash. To her, they all looked comical but there was nothing that could make her laugh as she was thinking about the mortifying thing she was about to do before the whole pack.
Thomas tied the strip around them, bowed and retreated. And like that, she watched as each and every member of the pack stepped forward to do the same thing. She tried to smile as each member stepped forward but they were not even looking her in the eyes. She recognized Mark, who smiled at her like they were jolly, old buddies. Asher's clasp on her palm tightened when he saw the exchange.
Everything was so formal and rigid, just like the elders.
After that, the elders proclaimed them blood mates forever and the gathering began to disperse.
That was it?, Shana thought to herself.
There were no talks of love making before the packs as the elders wished them well and all departed. She realized she had been pranked once again and she turned to face her mate in mock anger.
Asher tried to keep the smile off his face but it was a losing battle.
"You lied to me," she accused.
"I didn't. Years ago....,"
"Please don't start me on another tale about your ancestors," she stated.
"I'm glad to hear that," Asher said, his voice dropping so low there was no mistaking the flaming desire in those simple words.
Their eyes held each other and they were lost in the moment.
"My Alpha," Rose called cheerfully, breaking their locked eye contact.
"Rose," Asher said turning to her.
"Why are you still standing here?"
Shana blushed at that question. Although they were not mating before the whole pack, everyone knew what they were going to be doing after the rites.
"I was just about to take my leave."
They left a beaming Rose behind.
When they got to the front door, Asher swept her off her feet without warning.
"What are you doing?," she asked wide eyed.
"I would love to explain this and how it all started but I've got no time for more stories tonight," he answered looking down at her meaningfully. "I need to get you int bed as soon as possible," he answered as he pushed the door open and took the stairs two at a time.
"My God, I know I'm so heavy. I'm fat," she said covering her eyes. "Can you just put me down?"
Asher started laughing "I could carry my a car without breaking a sweat. One of the pecks of being a shifter. And you are not fat. I could die for your curves," he whispered into her ear as he pushed the door to their bedroom open.
Then, he dropped her to stand on her feet. They were shaky and she clutched unto his muscled forearm to steady herself. By God, he felt so hot and hard. She could not help trailing her hand over him. She looked up at him and caught him watching her with passion ladened eyes. The look made her bold enough to start unbuttoning his shirt.
She started at the collar. As she exposed more skin and her hand brushed against his skin, the contact sent pulses to her breasts to between her legs. She took her sweet time getting him out of his shirt, rubbing her hands sensually against him.
Then he stood before her her, his naked torso muscled and hard and beckoning for her touch. But she wanted him totally naked. She looked down to see his erection jutting out strong against the fabric. It looked very uncomfortable and her hand went to his belt, wanting to get him out of his pants but he stopped her by placing his hand on hers.
"Not yet." She was not so happy about that. She had this compulsive need to touch and see all of him.
"Now, my turn," he said as his hand went to the sash of her robe and untied it. He helped her out of it and the material floated to the floor, leaving her standing before him in her not so there nightgown.
"You are so beautiful," he said as his hands reached to squeeze her boobs gently through the soft material. She moaned in pleasure placing her palms against his chest to steady herself.
"Kiss me," he commanded.
Shana reached up on her toes and did as he said, flattening her ready body against his.
Her kiss was passionate and at the same time sweet. Shana realised she loved being the one in charge as she controlled the pace of the passion raging inside both of them.
All the while, she touched and squeezed every inch of her through the silk nightgown, making her go crazy with need.
Then he picked her up all of a sudden and made for the bed.
"I need you now," he whispered urgently as he dropped her. Then he was out of his trousers. She stared in amazement at the perfect specimen of flesh and blood before her and marvelled at the wonderful work of creation.
The first time they had been together, it had been dark and she had not been able to see him well. But now, he stood before her in his naked glory and her hand itched to trace the perfectly sculpted flesh to check if they were absolutely real. He looked like he spent all minutes of his day working out from his broad, bulking chest to his shredded abdomen.
By God, the man could make a perfect model for an anatomy textbook. He gaze dropped to his jutting and big erection and she had to ask herself how he had fitted into her the first time. But she could not help raising her knees and widening her legs wantonly on the bed, presenting herself and ready to take all of him. He was very very much naked but she still had on her nightgown and the cotton panties beneath it. The gown was riding high at her waist exposing her underwear and she widened her leg further, exposing herself for him to see as her panties clung to her very hot and wet vagina.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath and joined her on the bed, settling in between her open legs.
His hand went between her legs and rubbed her through her panties.
"Asher," she moaned loudly and thrashed her head about as he continued to finger her through the material. The pleasure was too much for her to bare as her took her mouth, mimicking the movement of his hands with his tongue.
Before she knew it, she came violently as she clung unto him for dear life. He did not stop until the last throbbing waves of pleasure wracked her body. Then he tore the wet material off her and did the same to the nightgown. She could not complain, didn't even have the strength to. It was easier that way because she couldn't begin to lift her body for him to get her clothes off.
She laid there half dazed as he guided his erection to her throbbing lips and rammed into her tight passage.
"Asher," she moaned and cried and he moved in and out of her, everything else lost and forgotten in the world where only both of them and their pleasure existed.
He stretched her and stretched her, rocking her world until she thought she could take no more as his hips slapped against hers fast and hard.
"Hold me with your legs."
She could swear she heard the word but she had not seen his lips move. She had been so lost in him as she watched him move above her. Maybe it was her unconscious mind drugged with pleasure hearing things but she did just that. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Hold me tighter."
Then, she realized it was the telepathic bond between them. It was amazing and it was another level of intimacy she never imagined. His gaze locked with hers as his movement grew wild and rough. She held unto him.
"My love," she communicated through their bond, letting him into her head like she was in his.
In that moment, Asher came with a violent jerk, fast and hard and strong. Shana followed him immediately into the abyss of pleasure.