Chapter

Fourty Nine

Asher

White-hot pain mixed with pleasure raced through me, setting my nerves alight and dragging a wild moan from my throat. I was coming. Oh, my God, he wasn’t anywhere near my clit, and I was coming so hard stars flashed behind my eyes.

“Oh, God,” I cried. “Yes.”

“Fuck, Ash.” Devon’s voice was tinged with sorrow and a mixture of raging lust and pride as he shuddered and jerked in my arms, spilling himself on my belly.

He moved to get off me, but I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. I needed this. My wolf wanted more of him. We weren’t...