*Chapter 19:
ALESSIA
Asher dropped his rifle. The metal clanged against the concrete floor of B3, but the sound barely registered over the blood roaring in my ears. Azriel was pressed to my back, his chest heaving against my shoulder blades, and his c*m was still warm and slick on the insides of my thighs. His bite on my neck throbbed with every beat of my heart, and Mira was wide awake inside me, purring like she’d just won a war.
Asher wasn’t looking at the gun or the breach alarm flashing red above the door. He was staring at me. At the mess his brother had made of me. At the finger-shaped bruises blooming across my hips, at my mouth that was swollen due to raw s*x from Azriel’s teeth, and at the way my ripped scrubs barely covered anything anymore.
“You smell like him,” Asher
