[Raven]
“Asher!” Ezra called out just as Asher shut the door behind him.
Xanthea sat on the bed, frozen like a statue, as she peered at the closed door with petrified eyes. The way tears trailed down her flushed cheeks, it seemed as if she was having a completely involuntary reaction to a shock.
Asher’s scent dominantly marked her scent, burying the seductive fragrance of her heat beneath his. The scent was strong enough to intimidate and repel an ordinary demon werewolf far away from her.
I slid Asher’s shirt down her shoulders, revealing her body covered in bite marks, hickeys and bruises left behind by finger grips on her hips, thighs, wrists and ankles.
My frown deepened.
Rough s*x was one thing, but after seeing this — Asher wasn’t just f*****g her; he was trying to possess eve
