Page 127 of Red River

We stared at each other in the mirror. Then Archer slowly placed his hand on my neck, pressing just lightly against my glands, and I gasped softly, his Allure surrounding me.

Since he’d stopped using suppressants, we could finally smell each other’s natural scents. Archer’s was that of amountain silver fir forest—so the smell I’d caught before really had just been his shower gel, though there were similar fresh undertones.

Archer once told me he’d recognized my scent—a mix of dahlias and strawberries—on the edge of his consciousness from our very first kiss. Later, since I used shower gels with a similar fragrance, it reinforced that impression.

Now, there was nothing masking it. Our real scents were out in the open, and we could fully immerse ourselves in them.

So I closed my eyes, and instinct took over.

His splayed fingers rested firmly on both sides of my neck, applying pressure to my glands. Reflexively, I lowered my head, my pelvis tilting on its own, and my buttocks pushed back. A wave of heat surged through me, making me shiver. Blood rushed downward, concentrating in my groin. My breath quickened, and my heart began to race.

Since my heat ended, we'd often have sex in short bursts, using the moments we could steal between daily activities.

During the day, we rarely role-played, making the most of those few minutes—indulging in pleasure, seeking intense, rapid satiation. It was in the evenings that we reveled in more elaborate scenarios, incorporating my favorite ‘damsel in distress’ elements.

As True Mates, our libido was way higher than that of normal couples, and we needed to enter into Joining at least four or five times a day. I was shocked at how quickly I could get aroused and ready—my hole would immediately slick up, open, and clench invitingly.

This was one of such moments.

Archer's lips brushed my left gland, where a beautiful mark signaled that I was a mated omega now, belonging to my alpha—who bore my matching bite. His touch was so delicate thatI wasn’t even sure he’d kissed it. Maybe it had just been his breath.

His lips parted over my nape, his tongue warm, shifting to the naked skin of my back; I even felt his teeth nipping their way across my shoulder blade, drawing a groan out of me.

His fingers brushed the side of my hip, teasing a bit, moving slowly, painting slow circles over my abdomen, but avoiding my dick. The grip of his other hand on my neck tightened, and I let out another shameless, omega-typical call to be mounted.

Archer's fingers wandered up toward my pebble-hard nipples, and as he squeezed one of them, I had a peculiar sensation, as if a drop of milk flowed from it.

"Mmm… that’s unexpectedly sexy," he whispered into my heated skin, just close to my ribs on the side, his tongue leaving there a wet, warm trail.

"Please," my whimper was super needy, as he made his way along my spine, toward the small of my back.

Then he went down on his knees, and I squeaked as his teeth nibbled at my plump buttock. Suddenly, his breath was on my hole, which started to open, obscenely clench, pulsate. Archer's tongue flicked across my pucker, and my body shivered as he began to lick my rim leisurely—the ring of muscles quickly swelling with blood, and a wave of slick became imminent.

Goose bumps rose on my skin as I felt his mouth going deeper and reaching my balls, which were desperately hanging there, waiting to unload. It was a pleasant sensation, the light tingling of his tongue on my ball sack and higher up, over my taint.

"Please…"

Some movements happened behind me, and Archer stood up, his hands on me again, one on my neck and one wrapping around my waist, raising me a bit in the air. Immediately, Istrengthened my grip on the sink's edge to stabilize myself as my feet dangled over the floor, losing contact with its surface.

Now it was time for the impaling part.

Soon, I felt the blunt tip of Archer's dick pressing slightly against my entrance, and an intense excitement filled my veins, my pulse spiking.

He held me like that for a while, his dick teasing my entrance, pushing just a bit, then easing the tension, playing with my rim a little, swaying my body from one side to another, languorously nudging his dick head over my opening.

And then, without warning, he suddenly pushed inside, breaching the ring of my muscles and I moaned lewdly, my own dick immediately making a strong throb, letting out small droplets. Fuck, it was good. I felt like a stuffed chicken on a skewer.

Archer just went for it.

Thrust, thrust, thrust…

My body wobbled at the sheer force of his rhythm, sadly I knew it never went on long. His dick drilled me intensely, massaging all the wonderful spots inside…

These short fucks, an integral part of our daily routine, usually lasted only about a minute. Yep, that quick.

My hole welcomed Archer deep inside, easily; I was able to take him whole for some time now, which was an amazing thing for him, since he had never had it with any other omega like that.

But we were made for each other. I could feel him so fully inside, it was overwhelming in a most wonderful sense—that I was completely at his mercy, vulnerable, and safe at the same time. My walls were on fire, and my moans became faster. His hips worked intensely, plowing me, pushing against me, and my climax couldn't wait.

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