The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL) Chapter 74: MAKE LOVE TO ME

REED

I stared at Asher’s ssage for a full minute before my brain processed what I was reading.

I miss you. My body yearns for you. I want you to fuck and make forget everything your father said about us. Make have hope that you wouldn’t leave. So please, just for today, make love to . Not sex. Not the rough type. But the gentle type. I want to really feel you. I want your emotions to flow through as we make love.

My thumb hovered over the screen. This was the last thing I’d expected after the way Asher had walked out of my room last night—after I’d told him about my father’s ultimatum and watched sothing die in his eyes—I’d assud he’d never want to see again and I wouldn’t have blad him.

How could I? I’d basically told him I had to choose between him and my entire future. That my father would destroy him if I didn’t break the bond.

What was Asher supposed to do with that information except protect himself?

My fingers moved before my brain caught up.

: Tonight. My room. 10pm.

I hit send and imdiately regretted it.

Why had Asher asked for this? Why now, after everything?

The questions spiraled through my head as I got up and started pacing.

What kind of life could I give Asher if I chose him? I’d lose the pack, lose my title and lose everything I’d worked for my entire life. I’d have nothing to offer him except a hardened heart and a future full of uncertainty.

Would Asher even want soone like that? Soone who’d spent months making his life hell? Soone too weak to stand up to his own father? And even if by so miracle Asher did want —how could I ask him to give up everything for soone as fucked up as I was?

I couldn’t sleep

.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling until 4 AM. Then I gave up and went running. Fifteen laps around campus in the dark. My lungs burning, and my legs screaming. Trying to outrun thoughts that wouldn’t leave alone.

By the ti I finished, the sun was coming up and I still had no answers. Just Asher’s ssage burned into my brain.

Make love to .

Not fuck. Not sex. Love.

Asher had never asked for that before. I tried to find him all day between classes. In the cafeteria, the library and everywhere I thought he might be but Asher was avoiding .

For the first ti since this whole thing started, Asher was actually hiding from successfully and it hurt more than it should have.

Why now? Why was Asher avoiding now when he hadn’t avoided all those tis I’d made his life miserable? When I’d humiliated him and blackmailed him and used him?

What ga was he playing?

I finally spotted him leaving Chemistry. I tried to catch up to him.

"Asher, wait—"

But by the ti I made it to the hallway, he was gone. Like he’d never been there at all.

It made sothing in my chest ache.

The bond was quiet. Asher was blocking out sohow. Keeping his emotions carefully shielded so I couldn’t feel what he was feeling and that hurt worse than anything.

At 9:55 PM, I was pacing my room. My hands were shaking,.my heart was pounding. The bond was singing with anticipation and dread in equal asure.

At exactly 10 PM, there was a knock on my door. I opened it before Asher could knock twice.

He stood there in the hallway, his eyes guarded, his expression carefully blank.

"Why are you avoiding ?" The question ca out harsher than I ant it to.

Asher didn’t answer, he just stepped forward and kissed .

The kiss caught completely off guard. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back gently.

"Asher, what’s wrong? Why are you behaving this way?"

Asher smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes.

"I’m not avoiding you," Asher said. "I’ve just been too horny to face you. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to control myself."

The words should have been reassuring. But sothing about them felt wrong and rehearsed.

"I don’t believe you," I said.

Asher walked closer, took my hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans where he was hard.

"Do you believe now?" Asher’s voice was low and challenging. "For the first ti since we bonded, my body wants my mate without the heat forcing it. So are you going to make love to like I asked? Or are you going to keep suspecting ?"

His hand stayed over mine. I could feel him through the denim. I could feel the bond humming with want that felt real even if the words felt fake.

"Either way," Asher continued, "I’m not going back to my room unsatisfied. So either you do it, or I’ll find another Alpha who will."

Every muscle in my body went rigid and rage flooded through so fast it made my vision blur. I grabbed Asher and pulled him into a fierce kiss. All teeth and anger and possessiveness.

Then I pulled back just enough to growl against his mouth.

"Never say that again." My hands were shaking. "Never fucking say you’d let another Alpha touch you. Do you understand?"

Asher’s eyes were dark and unreadable. I pulled him back into another kiss. This ti slower, and softer. Trying to pour everything I couldn’t say into the press of my mouth against his.

Asher kissed back with a desperation that made my chest ache.

I walked him backward into my room and kicked the door closed. I kept kissing him while my hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"I’m going to make love to you," I said against his skin. "The way you asked. Gentle and slow. I’m going to show you—"

I stopped and swallowed hard. What was I going to show him? That I cared? That he mattered? That choosing between him and my future was tearing apart?

I couldn’t say any of that. So I just kissed him again and let my hands speak for . I undressed him slowly. That was the first thing I promised myself. No rushing, no taking, just giving him exactly what he’d asked for.

I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it sowhere behind , then stood back just to look at him. The lamp on my desk threw warm light across his skin and I felt sothing tighten in my throat. I’d had Asher in my bed before—rough and urgent and driven by my rut and his heat but I’d never let myself just look at him like this. Like he was sothing I wanted to keep.

"Reed—"

"Shh." I pressed two fingers gently against his lips. "Let ."

I cupped his face in both hands and kissed him slowly, the way you kiss soone you’re terrified of losing. My thumbs traced his cheekbones and I felt him exhale shakily against my mouth.

I kissed his jaw, his throat and the curve of his shoulder. I worked my way down his chest with my lips, taking my ti at every spot that made his breath hitch, marking each one like sothing precious and finite.

When I reached the waist of his jeans, I looked up at him. His eyes were already glassy, and his lips parted. He looked undone and I’d barely touched him.

I undid his jeans and drew them down carefully, along with his underwear, until he stood completely bare in front of . I straightened up and he reached for the hem of my shirt without a word, tugged it over my head and let his hands flatten against my chest.

His palms were warm, his fingers pressed in slightly, like he was morizing the feel of . Neither of us said anything.

I walked him back to the bed and laid him down gently, then stripped out of the rest of my clothes and stretched out beside him. Not on top but beside just for a mont. My hand moved across his stomach in slow, unhurried strokes, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath my palm.

"Is this okay?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." His voice ca out rough. "Don’t stop."

I kissed him again while my hand traveled lower, wrapping around his cock slowly, feeling him shudder against . I stroked him with a asured, deliberate grip, watching his face instead of my hand. Watching every flicker of sensation move through him.

"Reed—" My na ca out broken.

"I’ve got you," I said. "I’ve got you."

I worked him until he was trembling, until his hips were rocking helplessly into my fist and his fingers were twisted in my hair. Then I pulled back, reached for the nightstand, and took my ti preparing him the way he deserved. Slow, careful pressure. Watching his face for discomfort, easing in one finger and then two, feeling him open around while he pressed his face into my neck and breathed hard against my skin.

"Please," he finally whispered.

I positioned myself over him, settled my cock between his thighs, and t his eyes.

"Look at ," I said. "Keep looking at ."

I pushed my dick inside him slowly, inch by careful inch, and felt the breath leave my body at the feeling of him around . Tight and warm and overwhelmingly intimate in a way none of the other tis had ever been. Those tis had been need and impulse and the heat driving us both. This was sothing else entirely.

When I was fully seated inside him, I stopped. Just held him there. His legs wrapped around my waist and his hands ca up to grip my shoulders and we breathed together in the quiet.

"Reed—"

"I’ve got you," I whispered again. "I’ve got you, Asher."

I began to move.

Slowly and deeply. Each thrust was deliberate and unhurried, each withdrawal just as controlled, like I had all the ti in the world and intended to use every second of it. The headboard didn’t knock. The springs didn’t creak. There was just the soft rhythm of our bodies and the sound of Asher’s breathing going ragged against my ear.

Through the bond, I felt everything he was feeling.

Want, need and a desperate aching pleasure that mirrored my own and underneath all of it, running like a current beneath still water, sothing that felt unmistakably like grief.

"Look at ," I said again. My voice ca out rougher than I intended. "Asher, look at ."

His eyes opened and found mine and what I saw there cracked sothing open in my chest.

Love, heartbreak and goodbye.

"Don’t," I whispered. "Whatever you’re thinking, don’t."

But Asher just pulled down into a kiss and held on tighter. His ankles locked behind my back. His arms crossed around my shoulders, holding on like sothing was trying to take from him.

I buried myself deeper and felt him gasp into my mouth.

We moved together like that. Slow and deep and completely undone. I pressed my forehead to his and kept my eyes open even when everything in wanted to close them, because I needed to see him. I needed to keep him here, present, with , and not already sowhere far away saying goodbye in his head.

"Stay with ," I murmured against his lips. I didn’t an in my room. Asher’s fingers tightened in my hair.

The pleasure built between us like sothing inevitable. I felt it through the bond before I felt it in my own body—the way Asher’s whole fra began to tighten, the way his breath ca in short, desperate pulls, the way he clenched hot and perfect around .

"Reed—" His voice shattered on my na.

"I know," I breathed. "I know. Let go."

Asher ca apart with a broken sound, spilling warm sperm between our bodies, his back arching off the mattress, his face turned into my shoulder and through the bond, his pleasure hit like a wave—raw and overwhelming and devastating in its openness, every wall he’d built today crumbling in that single mont.

I followed seconds later, pressing deep and stilling completely, my face buried in the curve of his neck. I breathed him in through the whole of it. The sll of his skin. The warmth of him. The way his hands kept moving softly in my hair even as both of us ca down.

I stayed inside him longer than I needed to. Neither of us moved to separate.

Afterwards, I held Asher close. My hand rubbed slow circles on his stomach. The bond was quiet, content and settled in a way it had never been before. This felt like ho.

Asher in my arms. The sll of his skin. The weight of his body against mine.

This could be my ho,.my future and everything I needed, that is if I was brave enough to choose it.

I pressed a kiss to Asher’s forehead. Pulled him even closer. Let my eyes start to drift closed.

Then Asher moved, he sat up quickly and pulled away from .

"Asher?" I propped myself up on one elbow. "What’s wrong?"

Asher turned to face . His expression was calm. Eerily calm. Like he’d made peace with sothing devastating.

"Let’s end this, Reed." Asher’s voice was steady. "Let be the first to end this."

My blood went cold. "What?"

"I, Asher Scott, reject you, Reed Jackson, as my mate." The words ca out formal, ritualistic and final. "And from today henceforth, nothing bonds us with each other."