~Asher~
As I stood under the cold shower, holding her fragile body, my d**k was throbbing so hard that it was almost painful.
I didn't want to let her go.
I wanted to keep her close to me.
Always.
I was the first to admit I was a possessive asshole. I didn’t like sharing, but she wasn’t my mate yet for me to mark her.
I was the kind of guy who didn’t hesitate to drive a silver dagger through the heart of any man who longs for her or break his jaw to prove a point.
Looking down at her round boobs, I couldn’t resist the urge to cup and squeeze them, but she was drunk and might probably kill me for touching her.
It's not like she wouldn’t like it; she would.
The only thing I should be concerned about is getting her to sleep and fixing Zane’s face for toying with her heart, but my di
