CHAPTER 45

The slightest tingling against his nose made Asher snort in his sleep. But the tingling did not stop but he refused to open his eyes and put an end to the best sleep of his life until he could not take it anymore. His eyes cracked open a bit.
It was still dark in the dimly lit room but he guessed it was almost dawn but what had been tingling his nose was his mate's hair and it was not long before he realized it was not just his nose tingling. His thickened shaft was also and his length was cradled by his mate's soft backside. He was wrapped around her spoon fashion and even in sleep, his shaft was trying to penetrate her body and who could blame it?
She was soft, warm and available and very very much asleep from all their exertion. He had taken her time and time again until he thought he would not have an erection for the next couple of days but he had obviously been wrong.
He brushed aside her hair and kissed the column of her neck softly. At the same time, his hand went to her abdomen, then moved slowly down to touch her wet slit.
Her breathing was deep and he knew she was asleep but she was primed and ready for him like they had been having a foreplay. Maybe he was not the only one having an erotic dream.
His left hand lifted her limb and adjusted the angle of her hips and he thrust into her from behind gently as they both laid on their sides while his right hand fondled at her breast.
He withdraw out of her slowly, moaning in excitement as her his moved with his. It felt so good as he maintained the gentle pace, gently withdrawing and filling her up again, her only response her moving hips. The pace was sweet and intimate unlike the rough couple of times he had taken her through the night. Come morning, she was going to be sore and cursing him for overindulging with her.
"Shana," he moaned into her ear, wondering if she was still in anyway asleep. Her eyes were still closed but a smoke played on her lips. The woman was going to be the death of him with responsiveness.
She moaned in response, her hand coming to rest on his on her suspended leg.
"Again?," Shana moaned through the last dregs of sleep.
"I can't seem to get enough of you," he whispered in her mind and moaned back as he continued his sloe, maddening pace.
It still thrilled her communicating with him that way.
At first Shana had thought she was dreaming and had just been more than content to savour her very nice dream. But the insistent entry of his length into her over sensitized fleshed had finally made her come awake.
And she had to admit the reality surpassed the dream a hundred fold.
"Can't you go any faster?," she whispered in her mind as she grinded her hips against him crazily.
"It's killing me not to but you are too sore and you should be thanking me instead," he fired back at her, not breaking his rhythm.
She was more than sore already so there was no point avoiding that. All she cared about was the pleasure. She could deal with a little pain in exchange.
"Or you are too exhausted to go any faster," she goaded him. It was the only way to make him drop the gentlemanly act and she was certain it was an act. At that moment, she knew he wanted it as wild and fast as she did.
"We only have to find out," he said as he withdrew completely from her despite her worded protest.
"Where are you going?," she asked as he climbed out of bed. She missed his furnace hot body already. She did not realize how he had been the one keeping her warm until he was gone.
"Nowhere," he answered as he stood at the edge of the bed and opened his arms to her. She went willingly into them. He brought her lips to his and kissed her in a way that made her toes curl but she wanted to go back to their love making. And she told him exactly that through their bond.
"I want you too," Asher spoke aloud. "But I just wanted to make a few adjustments and correct the impression that I'm exhausted."
Before she knew it, she was belly down on the bed. Asher whistled appreciatively at the way she bounced and jiggled in all the right places on the bed. But she was not that way for long. He moved her to the very edge of the bed and positioned her on all fours with her ass raised in the air, the night breeze blowing on her hot, pulsing and exposed sex.
"I apologize in advance if you are too sore to walk after this," Asher whispered before he rammed full length into her, holding her hips in place with his hands to take the onslaught on her sex and senses.
She felt the twinges of their overindulgence but it was overshadowed by the pain. Her lungs worked to filled with her as he filled and withdraw from her so fast she could faint. Their heavy breathing and joint incomprehensible sounds filled the room as his movement grew faster and wilder and Shana could only feel the point of their joining as her sheath milked and clasped against his girth.
Before she knew it, she was crying and coming and she felt him thrust deep into her and jerk violently as he filled her with hot and wet spurts of his seed.
She was boneless too boneless to move as he withdraw from her body. She winced at the action. She was going to be just more than sore latter. Her body was battered and used.
Asher eased her gently down onto the bed. He had warned her but she had not listened but he could not deny he was not happy she had been stubborn. He could not begin to compare her stamina and healing time to his. He was a shifter and as much as he had the strength of one, he had the lust and sexual appetite to go with it and he could be rough. He realized Shana was no match for his brute strength.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" She had no idea why he was apologizing for something so beautiful. She was sore and achy but would not stop him if he wanted to make love to her again.
"I should have shown more self control," he replied simply.
"Same goes for me but I can't get enough of you too," she said wrapping her hand around his neck and bringing his head down for a deep kiss. She kissed all over his face, stroking his ears, his hair and everywhere else she could touch.
"You are a wicked mate, I must confess," he said chuckling as he settled beside her in bed.
"Is that a compliment?," she mouthed against his neck. If she kept up with the nibbling and stroking, he was going to have her flat on her back again in no time. He was beginning to feel his shaft thickening again. This much sex could not be good for his health and his mate was not helping matters with her warm, responsive body.
"You bet it is," he said dropping a kiss on her forehead. "You should get some sleep," he said tucking her into his arms and trapping her wandering hands.
"Who was it that interrupted my blissful sleep?," Shana said with a yawn.
"I couldn't help myself. You bring out the lustful and crazy beast inside of me. I feel like I could do this for the rest of our lives and I still would never get enough. I wonder what you've done to me." he said smiling but he did not get any response from her.
He looked down to see her sleeping peacefully. The exhaustion was evident in the slight redness of her eyelid. He should feel a teeny weeny bit of guilt for keeping her awake most of the night but he did not. It was their wedding night after all and he was happy she had found as much pleasures in all their activities as much as he did.
The thought of wedding nights reminded him they still had a formal obligation before her world; the human race.
If his guess was right, Shana would not want a society wedding with all the fanfare but he was going to leave the decision to her. Left to him, he just wanted to be joined with her before a judge to have the needed marriage certificate.
Trying not to move her in her sleep, he reached underneath his pillow and withdraw the platinum ring with the princess cut diamond.
He held up the ring and turned it around as he read the inscription inside. It had always been with him since after their mating but had not given it to her. Now, it felt like the best thing he ever did as he slipped the ring on her finger while he slept.
"Ours," his wolf moaned in contentment.
She had been his all along, the ring only a symbol for the human race to acknowledge she was taken; especially the male. But slipping the ring unto her finger created a while new level of possessiveness within him.