Eyes closed, Nathaniel begins to purr, stroking his trembling fingers through Asher's hair. He likes the solid weight of Asher against him, the wetness of seed in his backside, and the throbbing pain at his throat and chest. If Asher had wanted to make up for the pain of earlier, he had more than accomplished his goal. Nathaniel feels not only thoroughly possessed, but utterly sated and loved.

"We're a mess," he whispers. "I need to clean up and have some Gatorade before we go to bed."

He has no intention of joining Anita and the others tonight. Tonight, and through the day, he is Asher's, and nothing could tear him away from his vampire.