Page 21 of The Devil's Hunt

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MILA

Iwas drunk.

But this time, I felt safe, curled up in Archer's arms, listening to Kai talk about his drunken nights, and I leaned in, letting Archer kiss my neck, rubbing tantalizing circles on my inner thigh. He traced every curve of my neck with his teeth, leaving a trail of marks across my delicate skin. I moaned softly as he sucked on my flesh, running his tongue over the bite marks he’d left me with. My heart raced in my chest, my pulse pounding beneath his lips.

"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you," Archer whispered softly in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, and I felt every nerve ending in my body react. A heat burned through me at his words, a raw desire that spread across my whole body.

"So do it," I heard myself whisper back to him, but as soon as the words left my lips, I bit my lip, immediately regretting that I had just told him I wanted him.

"Not yet," he whispered back with a devilish grin. "Not here."

"Then when?"

"When you're ready, I will fuck you, Mila," he replied huskily. "And when I do, I will dominate you completely. You'll be screaming my name as I fuck you senseless, claiming every inch of your body asmine. And when I'm finished, your sweet pussy will be dripping with my cum."

His words shot a surge of heat through me, making me ache for him even more. And for the first time in my life, I couldn't wait to lose control and give myself to him entirely.

Lacey approached with a sweet smile that quickly turned sour as she frowned at Archer. "Time for you to let my friend go for a little bit so we can dance," she demanded, her voice laced with tension and barely controlled anger.

I felt Archer tense behind me, "I wouldn't want to keep you from your friend," he said with a fake grin. "I won't be far if you need me," he whispered before kissing my cheek.

Lacey's hand grasped mine with a steely grip, pulling me upright as I struggled to stand. The alcohol swirled in my head, making my limbs feel like jelly as we stumbled through the crowd toward the bonfire. Bodies gyrated and writhed around us in a frenzy of movement, the flames casting an eerie glow over their faces. I peered over her shoulders, looking for Archer. My eyes were drawn to his form, his broad shoulders squared, his whole body radiating dominance. His hand was in his pocket, leaning against the boulder, scanning the crowd, his eyes blazing in the darkness. I could barely catch my breath as I looked at him, knowing I wanted him.

"Stop gawking at him," Lacey snapped, breaking me from my trance.

"He's hot," I said as I brushed a tendril of hair from my face. "I can't help it."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't keep a smile from spreading across her face. "You're dick drunk."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Dick drunk. You're so into him. Oh, Mila. While I am ecstatic that you are finally getting to experience sex with a hot college boy, I am not sure if Archer King is the best one for you."

"Well, I haven't had sex with him."

"Yet," she interrupted.

"Yet," I confirmed. "What do you have against him giving me attention?"

"He's just a bad dude. I've heard about what he does to girls when he's done with them, and I don't want him to do that to you."

"What do you mean?"

"He degrades them. Uses them. Fucks them and then leaves them."

While I knew I should’ve been upset about being another notch on his bedpost, being around Archer made me feel alive. "I'm not going to let him do that to me," I said with a finality that made Lacey smile.

"I'm sure he's great in bed, but a girl like you deserves more than he will ever give you. He's the kind of guy that will make you happy for a moment, but then he will break your heart."

"I can take care of myself," I told her, but I could hear the uncertainty in my voice.

As she continued to lecture me, I looked around the crowd and couldn't help but notice that she was right. Archer had already left the fire, and I could see a few girls staring at him, too drunk to know any better than to throw sloppy drunk come-ons his way. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched several of them flocking toward him, vying for his attention.

"Are you even listening to me?" Lacey demanded, slapping me on the arm.

"Sorry," I replied.

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