slightly calloused. Where Caim’s touch had been rough and greedy, Asch’s was nimble and sure.
“Ah, yes,” Asch said absently, one finger tracing the floral embroidery above her nipple. “Tye County wasn’t the first to throw their hat in the ring, so to speak.”
“Oh?” She asked, now trying to distract herself. She wanted to arch her back into his touch.
“Mm,” he affirmed. “ We’ve rejected five in the past year.” Taking his hand from her chest, he held out a finger. “There was one from Carter, she couldn’t have been more than thirteen.”
“Oh my god,” Mila whispered. The fluttery feeling in her stomach was replaced with nausea. She had volunteered and still, she had been nervous and afraid on the journey to their territory. She couldn’t imagine what the trip must have been like for that poor girl.
He held out another finger. “There was one from Massie who wouldn’t stop screaming as soon as she saw the wolves. It was actually kind of funny.”
Mila grinned at this.
“And then there was the lovely woman from Johnston,” he said wry ly, holding out another finger. “She was a forty-something, chain-smoking prostitute. She was actually quite charming.”
“Oh, really?” Mila asked, laughing now.
Asch shifted her until he was cradling her in one arm. With a wicked grin, his hand went up her gown. She yelped in surprise as he cupped one rounded cheek.
“She had a wolf tattoo right here that she was more than happy to show the whole pack.”
Mila snorted with laughter, playfully swatting at his arm. Asch leaned in close, pressing his forehead against hers. She stilled and stared up into his eyes. They were such an uncanny hazel. The golden starbursts that ringed his pupils seemed embossed onto his leafy-green irises. They were eyes made to dazzle and enchant, and right now, they were focused entirely on her. She wet her lips. God help her.
“Nothing really stood out about the rest,” he murmured. “They were all young, frightened, and clearly coerced. And then there was you.”
Asch gave her a meaningful look, before dipping his head and capturing her lips.
He kissed her like she had never been kissed before. His sensual lips moved against hers purposefully, pulling her own into a slow, smoldering rhythm that sent a liquid heat pulsing through her veins. With each pounding of her heart the heat moved through her, travelling to her center where it pooled between her thighs.
He pulled back to stare at her through hooded eyes. She let out a sigh of frustration and pursed her tingling lips. His grin was back.
“When I saw you, Mila, I knew you were the one.”
She winced at that. “You’re insane. How could you possibly know that?”
She liked to think of herself as one of a kind, or even one in a million, but the one? That was way too much pressure.
Asch rubbed his nose against hers, chuckling. “Relax. I just meant that you were finally the woman I was looking for. You were beautiful—”
“Well, I guess that makes sense.”
“And brave—”
“I was scared out of my mind.”
“ You smelled good enough to eat—”
“ I hadn’t bathed in days.”
Asch brought his index finger to her lips, silencing her again.
“Hush,” he ordered. “Now, as I was saying, I knew that you were the one because even under the scents of fear and sweat, I could smell that you wanted me.”
She pulled his hand away from her flushed face. Softly, she said, “You have very low standards, Asch.”
Asch pulled his head back and laughed, a full-bodied roar of amusement that made Mila beam. In the midst of his abandon, she thought she caught a glimpse of a much younger man. It was fleeting though, and he quickly settled back into the mature sensuality she was growing accustomed to.
In a lowered voice, he said, “You were beautiful, brave, and you knew what I was and still wanted me. That, Mila, is why I chose you.”
Tears prickled at her eyes again. She really did not want