He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t get his mind off her. That was new.
He had known her for a while, but she had never had that much impact on him.
He rolled to his side for what felt like the hundredth time.
He had been back an hour ago. It was a long time, enough time to get his mind off her, off what had just happened, off what he had just done, and off her scent. His mate.
A low, deep growl left his throat, frustrated and confused.
Why was she aroused? What was she doing before he came?
Her smell was the best thing he’d ever perceived. He wondered how it would look, wet and soaking, throbbing.
His thoughts weren’t making things easier, only harder. His c**k was painfully hard, making Asher wonder if it would burst.
“s**t,” he cursed, sitting up. Looking down at himself, his d**k
