Asher Nightshade knew the mating haze was over the moment he opened his eyes.
It had been three days of frenzied fucking, and the burning urgency that had once flooded his veins was gone, along with that restless ache that only his mate had been able to ease each time he buried himself inside her.
Yet, he still wanted her. And he intended to show her that the mating frenzy was not the only force capable of driving him insane over her.
Violet lay naked in his arms. For those three intense days, he had not allowed a single thread of clothing on her. Wraith had been completely consumed with her, craving nothing but skin against skin, her warmth against his own.
Asher couldn't help the small smile that curved his lips. Violet had finally met his wolf. The best thing the bond had ever given him.
