ASHER
The kiss broke, and Reed pulled back, his grey eyes blazing with something wild and feral that made my entire body go rigid with fear.
"Mine," he said again, his voice rough and possessive. "You're mine, Asher, and everyone here just saw me claim you."
The words hung in the air between us then reality crashed down. The crowd was going insane around us. Voices shouting, cameras still flashing, and the entire clearing erupting into chaos.
"Holy shit—"
"Reed Jackson just kissed Asher Graham—"
"Did you see that?"
"Oh my God, this is insane—"
My brain was struggling to process what had just happened. Reed had kissed me. In front of everyone, he had claimed me publicly with his mouth and his hands and his scent that was still flooding my senses, and I'd kissed him back.
