Chapter

Eighty Two

Asher

“I hate you,” I said through my heaving breaths as I worked to keep up with the Norse god running in front of me.

Cian stopped, a boyish grin on his handsome face. “That’s not hate you’re feeling, Sunny.”

Since he stopped I didn’t feel bad about bending over at the waist, glaring at him with my hands on the tops of my thighs as I tried to catch my breath. “Don’t be so sure about that, Loki. You fuck like a champion, but I’m ready to push you off a cliff right about now.”

“Oh, she’s talking dirty. Bringing out my government name.”

I laughed,...