Page 38 of Strawberry Moon

Fuck me, the way those words zinged right down my spine, tightened my balls, canted my hips forward. He could have me. He could.

“That’s why I’m here, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you. Think you can let go for a second?”

Archer was reluctant to let me go. He didn’t want space between us any more than I did, but I needed the cool night air in my lungs. I needed to keep a clear head, not go too far, not make myself into somebody he’d regret later.

He released me, catching himself on shaky arms on the dark boulder behind him. There he was, spread out with the moonlight dancing off his pale skin. Most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, and I wished he were mine. I wished this were right, and we were home, and I was prepared.

I wished I was a better alpha, the kind he deserved and not a man who growled and snapped at him, who felt possessive just because he’d ridden to Grovetown in his friend’s car. But my wolf and I had been at odds for so long, I didn’t know what was right here.

I took a deep, steadying breath, and I hooked my thumbs under his knees. He squeaked when I lifted them, shrugging them over my shoulders.

With a gasp, he leaned back, arching over the stone. I didn’t want it digging into him, but his ass sat round and soft, just on the edge of the rock.

“You okay?”

His moan sounded as much like assent as anything I’d get from him right then.

With him there, his legs spread against me, the heat of his core at my front, I clenched my teeth. I’d give him what he needed. That was all.

My first two fingers, I dragged from behind his balls, smearing slick all across his crack. I traced his puckered hole, and with a sharp whine, he jerked, arching off the stone. His nipples were flushed and pebbled, and he pushed them into the air. I couldn’t resist.

As I sank my middle finger into his tight channel, I arched over him and brushed my lips, my beard, across his chest. He whined, squirming as I bent him in half and worked that finger in smoothly.

I kissed his chest, but when I caught that first hard nipple between my teeth, he cried out. A thrill like victory ran through me. I pulled my finger back, then thrust inside. Hard. Chasing that sound.

He fell back. Went limp. But I could feel the tremble in his thighs against my chest. I suckled my way across his chest, and when I straightened, I looked down between us.

My hand was curved, slick from him. I watched, intent, enamored, as his rim stretched around my second finger.

I curved them, searching out his prostate, that soft spot inside of him that—

There.

With a cry, his back arched again. His fingers scrambled against the rocks.

I scissored my fingers wide.

“More,” he hissed. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at me. I stared back. Couldn’t help it. His ass was gorgeous, but his eyes—

His eyes held me like nothing else.

Trapped in his gaze, I worked a third finger into him. It was nothing like a knot. Not even as satisfying as a cock.

I knew that, but this was what he needed, heat and closeness, and he needed to come.

With my other hand, I gripped his dick. The sound he made then was feral. He pushed into my hand, fucking himself on my fingers in his ass, chasing that friction on his cock.

I only let him go for a second, to lick my hand and ease the way. I could move fast. Have him come over and over before the sun ever rose.

But when I gripped him again, he whined. “I need more.”

Another hard swallow. He was talking about a dick. He wanted an alpha to fuck him.

“I’ve got you, Archer. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I said I was gonna take care of you, right?”

My wolf snarled. This wasn’t enough. Not when my dick was standing straight out, ready to plunge inside his ready heat.

I forced it down, even as Archer whined.

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