Asher’s POV.
There was a time when the sound of Ophelia screaming my name as she came would bring me some form of pleasure. She was a beautiful lycan, her curves were full and sensuous and she knew exactly how to appeal to men. Sure, her clingy nature and the constant delusion that I might one day choose her as my mate or that a bond might naturally form between us was irritating to say the least, but she was a good f**k and that’s all that ever mattered.
Tonight though, she came and I didn’t, she crawled off my sweaty body, spent and sated while I just laid on my back as I stared at the ceiling, contemplating the complexities of another person's emotions.
Some would say my lack of satisfaction was from the lack of novelty, f*****g the same person every night gave off, but even I couldn
