Asher's POV
Tears streamed down her face, but that only fueled my desire. She was still my mate, after all. Wanting her was in my blood.
Grabbing her neck, I pressed my lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip, then the top. She parted her mouth for me.
It had been so long since I tasted my mate; I had forgotten she tasted like heaven and hell, all wrapped up in one.
I licked the tears trailing down her face, kissing her neck, then her chest.
Her perky breasts looked beautiful through the shirt.
I sucked one through the thin fabric, hearing her hiss. It seemed my little mate was sore from my brother's relentless s****l appetite.
That didn't stop me, though. I grabbed the other one, sucking with as much fervour as the first. Using my free hand, I touched her p***y, finding it soak
