Captive Mate BL Chapter 161: - 161

Now Asher closed the distance between them, crowding Caspian against the wall and caging him in with his arms.

"Jealous?" He asked with mirth, hazel eyes blazing.

A matching fire erupted in Caspian’s blue depths, certain that he felt a hint of Asher’s madness lick through him in that mont.

"Yes," He admitted with a sharp focus in his blue eyes, dark red nails wrapping around Asher’s chin and pulling the Alpha down for an angry kiss.

Asher dipped his head willingly, tasting his own blood as he let Caspian lead the kiss.

His hands were still propped against the wall, it helped him practice self-restraint.

Although that would soon beco laughable the longer the kiss went on, Caspian pressing his slender body against him.

Asher took one of his hands off the wall to pull Caspian even closer to him, kissing down the slender arch of his neck when he broke off the kiss.

Caspian’s vision spun as he gasped out a moan, his hands sinking into Asher’s fur coat.

Drinking so much wine had co to bite him in the ass.

All the anger spilled out of him when Asher sought out his lips again, his limbs feeling like liquid as the alcohol coursed through his veins.

It was no surprise that he didn’t hear the sound of approaching voices and footsteps.

But Asher did, the Alpha abruptly breaking their kiss to Caspian’s mumbled disapproval.

The Oga pawed at his chest and face, trying to get him to get back to their interrupted kiss.

"Shh," Asher hushed him, taking off his coat.

He had no issues with PDA, but he did have a long list of issues with anyone else seeing Caspian so vulnerable.

Caspian was montarily disoriented when Asher wrapped him up in his coat, the Alpha picking him up next didn’t help his confusion much.

Asher expected Caspian to wiggle a bit, but the Oga was docile as he strode for the parking lot, the servants he passed by staring at him with bulging eyes.

Only the tip of Caspian’s face showed through the top of the burrito he had made out of him.

If the guards were alard by the fact that he might possibly be carting away a dead body, they didn’t dare ntion it.

His car was hastily brought round to the front of the mansion and only when he was about to help Caspian into the car did, he take off his coat.

They needed to discuss about Caspian’s outfit choices.

He helped the inebriated Oga into the car, striding around it with his coat slung over a shoulder.

He got in the car as well, his teeth gritted as he drove out of the mansion.

It was going to be a really long drive ho.

It was going to be even longer because he had barely driven down the street from Blackburn’s mansion and Caspian was already trying to climb into his lap.

"Hey," Asher whispered when Caspian had their face mashed together.

His sluggish movents made getting into the driver’s side much harder than it should have been.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly, slling the cherries on Caspian’s breath.

"Trying-g to get a kiss," Caspian hiccupped.

"Baby, I’m driving." Asher replied, relieved that at least while they spoke Caspian had stopped trying to get on him.

"Can you stop?" Caspian asked with big soulful eyes.

For soone who could barely hold his head up, he was holding a perfectly lucid conversation.

"I need to get us ho." Asher said with patience he really wasn’t feeling.

He hoped he would be able to distract Caspian with their conversation until they got back to the mansion.

Doing so with Caspian pressed right up against his side was far from easy, the Oga’s sweet scent was making it a little hard to breathe.

The oxygen in the car was now a heady mix of flowers, sugar, and cherries.

Caspian went quiet for a long ti, that Asher almost started to think that he had fallen asleep.

His hopes were cut short when Caspian resud his tries to get on his legs with renewed vigor.

Asher had to take his foot off the gas when Caspian pald his dick through his pants.

The Oga was trying to get them both killed.

Maybe he should have listened to him when he asked them to stop, but if he did, he would give in and take him in the car.

His mate deserved better than this cramped space.

So, he tolerated Caspian climbing over him like a little critter, he could see the road perfectly over him, so it wasn’t exactly a problem...

Caspian finally stilled when he found the perfect position, he straddled him, pressing their upper bodies together, his pale blond hair tucked in the curve of Asher’s neck.

Asher was given another respite that only lasted so long before Caspian was trying to get under his shirt, his fur coat long discarded to the side.

Fortunately, they were almost at the mansion; Asher couldn’t say exactly how he did it, the car ride had been a blur of pheromones.

With Caspian seated astride on him, picking the Oga up was easy, his hands supporting his weight up by his ass.

Asher had parked haphazardly right after driving past the gates.

The car was still on, bright headlights piercing through the night, the key in the hole.

He left the driver’s door open too, impatiently striding for the mansion.

The guards and maids gave him a wide berth, Jael notably absent.

Smart decision making on everybody’s parts because Asher was like a ticking ti bomb.

Caspian had crossed his ankles behind his lower back, his arms instinctively wrapping around Asher’s neck at the sudden movent.

Asher needed a mont to catch his breath when he gently dropped Caspian on the bed, not because he was winded out but because he couldn’t believe he had managed to make it this far.

Maybe he should give himself but credit when it ca to self-control.