Chapter Seven
Asher lay on his back, staring up at his bedroom ceiling. At the moment, he was trying to have a little tete-a-tete with his raging libido, some half-hearted attempt to calm himself enough to sleep. He rolled onto his side with a groan, the silk sheets caressing his bare skin, tormenting him.
Not just the silken slide against his body, either. His sheets smelled like Kira, specifically the way she smelled when she was aroused. It was impossible to sleep with that scent filling his nose, making him think of all the ways he wanted to f**k her. For the last week he’d managed to run himself ragged between patrolling and sparring with the other Guardians. So much so that Rhys had ordered Asher to take the whole day off and rest.
Now, Asher wished he’d ignored Rhys’s command. He
