Chapter 48

Celine felt a lump in her throat at Asher’s words, “I won’t go down that easy,” She lightly boasted, trying to make him feel better. She didn’t like to see him look so tortured for her sake.

Fortunately, when they returned to the rooftop shortly after, peace had been restored. The Omega that Celine had struck up a conversation with earlier was the first to walk up to them, her Richard in tow this time.

It was almost like the encounter with Noah hadn’t happened at all; after several minutes of friendly socializing, she looked around for the first time and noticed that Noah was nowhere to be found. No one gave them strange or judgmental looks and no one confronted Asher. It would be a rather stupid idea to do that in the first place but no one seemed like they would like to, perhaps because it was common sense to not try to go after the Mafia King’s mistress - but that seemed to have gone over Noah’s head.

She remained right beside Asher, her brand-new dagger tucked snugly in a lace garter designed to hold weapons but there would be no reason for her to use it as long as she stayed by Asher’s side.

A few hours into the welcome party, Asher led them to a secluded part of the rooftop. The lights were dim and there was a seating area for wandering guests, like them. The party had started to get rowdy as people got more and more inebriated so it was a relief to be away from the noise and people.

She was surprised at first when they got there as she hadn’t been paying attention but she relaxed when he took a seat and reached a hand out to her. She smiled as she took his offered hand, “I really needed this breather…”

“Breather?” Asher raised a brow as he pulled her on him, claiming her lips and stealing her breath.

Celine straddled Asher, her knees cushioned from the elegantly carved wooden bench by his thick coat. She was the one to break the kiss, looking around self-consciously, a nervous hand tucking stray wisps of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re distracted again,” Asher murmured, his hands possessively holding her hip and waist.

Celine’s watchful eyes scanned the area to make sure they were completely alone, her response stilted. “I’m not… distracted…” A soft rustling sound made her whip her head around in that direction.

Asher caught her jaw then and turned her to face him, amusement in his hazel-gold eyes. “Expecting someone?”

Celine’s pupils dilated, “N-No-”

“You didn’t drink,” Asher diverted the conversation, his tone a mix between a statement and a question.

“I can’t hold my drink,” She admitted, staring at him like she was hypnotized.

Asher’s deep chuckle broke her out of her haze in time to see him pull out a bottle of champagne from thin air, “I don’t need you to.”

That was all the warning she got before Asher took a drink and joined their lips, sending sparkling wine spilling over her tongue. She gasped in shock, a terrible idea because it made her choke a bit on the wine, her eyes watering.

She handled the second drink that Asher gave her with another kiss much better, grateful that Asher had chosen sweet wine for her. By the third, her thoughts were already turning into a puddle, completely forgetting to be on the lookout for someone walking in on them making out in the open.

Her slender fingers sank into Asher’s hair to deepen the kiss further, getting more desperate the longer he spent languidly kissing her like he had all the time in the world. Her hold on his hair tightened painfully but she didn’t notice, too far gone. She blinked myopically when Asher caught her hands and held them behind the small of her back.

“So impatient,” He drawled, his coat already off his shoulders from her wandering hands.

Celine pouted and struggled to break free, “You don’t play fair,” She accused him, forced to sit still while he took his time pressing kisses into the delicate column of her neck.

“You’re right,” He agreed, swiping his heated tongue over her mating mark. “I don’t.”

Celine’s slender waist arched back when Asher bit over her mating mark, her blue eyes glazing over in pleasure. It was a good thing she was tipsy because she would have been mortified by the sounds leaving her in such a public place.

Asher’s free hand trailed up her exposed leg, his rings gently clinking against the smooth crystal handle of her dagger before sliding up higher, essentially bunching her dress around her waist.

“A-Asher, w-wait… don’t,” Celine protested in a brief moment of lucidity, needing to slow things down before she lost every piece of clothing right on the rooftop.

Her protests were silenced by another kiss, alcohol and pleasure the perfect mix for a night of bad decisions. Asher somehow managed to keep her pinned down and silenced with ease, his fingers sliding past her panties and into her waiting wet heat.

Celine’s body betrayed her by chasing after the much-needed friction the moment she got a little of it, desperate little sounds leaving her. She didn’t appreciate that Asher couldn’t go as deep as she wanted because of his rings, squirming and begging for more.

Her wrists were briefly released and she didn’t hesitate to go for his belt with both of her hands, fumbling for several long moments because her vision was starting to swim, pleasure heating up her skin and making her even more clumsy. Asher didn’t make an effort to help her, leaning back to better admire her, but the moment she achieved her goal, her hands were getting pinned behind her again, Asher lifting her weight with a single hand to pull her down on him.

Celine’s lips parted in a silent scream, falling forward weakly because Asher had gone in deeper than she could have ever prepared for, her thoughts blanking out for a few seconds.