Chapter

Fifty Eight

Devon

I knew the instant Asher’s heat ended. Her scent had softened. It was no longer settling into my balls and forcing my body to respond to the call to mate. I ran my hand down her spine and pressed a kiss over her mark. She didn’t even stir.

My Ash was out cold, sleeping so deeply I didn’t think a damn earthquake could wake her. Not that I could blame her. After nearly four days of straight fucking, she’d earned a nap.

So had I. Fuck, I was exhausted.

I ached in places I didn’t know could hurt. Like my fucking scalp. How could my hair...