Caspian pushed Asher away at the same time that he moved to the side, wincing at the fact that his nails had dug into the Alpha a bit.
Just as he expecting, pushing with all his strength wasn't enough to make Asher do so much as flinch.
But it did distract the Alpha long enough for him to slip out of where he was pinned, going at a dead run for the door.
Asher caught him with ease; he picked him up with a single arm before he could even carry out his escape plan.
"Ash-"
Asher crashed their lips together, cutting his words off.
Caspian always bristled whenever Asher hinted that he was fragile but now he felt it.
He felt like the Alpha was about to snap him in half, the violent kiss a mix of lipstick, metal and pheromones.
Caspian couldn't say how he broke free the second time, a welt of angry lines on the exposed part of Asher's chest from his writhing.
