Chapter

Seventy Seven

Asher

“Mmm, Jericho,” I murmured into my pillow, rolling over and reaching for the man I’d finally claimed as mine. It was the last piece clicking into place.

My body ached with delicious tingles. Not from being railed into next week by my hot as fuck priest, sadly, but from the intensity of the three back-to-back orgasms he’d given me. As I stretched and rolled over, I did a quick mental inventory.

The heat was gone, completely. Like a switch had been flipped and I was my normal self again. I knew, with a bit of sadness, that it wouldn’t return for a long time. But that...