"You're late," Asher said, his voice clipped, the moment she entered the room.
"Sorry about that," Violet replied, not
even pretending to be apologetic
"Alaric was just getting me primed
for the fight." She smirked, her words dripping with innuendo.
Asher's glare shifted immediately to
Alaric, who only chuckled and
stepped back with his hands raised.
"Sorry, but I'm weak."
Asher gave up at that point. Was there anyone in this group who could get the damn job done without letting their dick get in the way?
But then again, Asher always forgot that they were alphas, yes, but also hormonal teenagers with a libido stronger than their brain cells. Not everyone was like him who was raised with ironclad will and discipline drilled into him from birth.
