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I squirm attempting to get him to move but a hard slap to my ass startles me heat floods me as the mixture of pleasure and pain causes me to moan. “So, you like it a little rough, Jara?” He groans. “I could feel you gushing when I spanked you. This is a fun new development isn’t it? I like seeing my handprint on your ass, marking you in another way.”
“Yes, Archer. Please move. Fuck me already.” He sucks in a sharp breath at my begging before he pulls out all the way to the tip. The protest dies quickly on my tongue as he thrusts back in just as forcefully as before.
“You are mine, Jara. Mine to pleasure and take pleasure from but also an extension of me. You will act as alpha female should during the peace talks and support me in all my decisions.” I have no idea how he got out that sentence while thrusting in and out of me but despite his cruel words my orgasm slams into me then taking my breath away. I squeeze his cock inside of me as sparks swirl in my vision and Archer roars out his own release flopping to the side and pulling me into him.
I lay there replaying his words in my mind but internally shake my head. I’m sure it’s just the upcoming summit that has him so clipped and angry. When people are worried about something they often lash out in anger and I know it’s always a risk to have that many alphas together in one place. It could start a war and no one wants another war between the packs. It would be disastrous for all of us.
“I understand. I will support you.” I say as I absently trace the lines in his abs. My eyes are getting heavy and a yawn escapes.
“Do not shower. I want you marked in every way possible for the summit tomorrow.” His hand runs through my hair and it’s almost soothing.
“Are you going to shower?” I ask around another yawn.
It’s a few seconds of silence and my eyes start to close so I’m not even sure I heard his whispered words or not as he says, “no, I want to smell like you too, always.”
16
ARCHER
Ihave no idea why I’m doing this as I slip out of bed and pull a pair of track shorts on before heading down to the kitchen. My phone is still playing music through the speakers in the house and I quickly turn the volume down a little in case it wakes my mate.CenturiesbyFallout Boyplays quietly as I turn the stove back on and reheat the sautéed mushrooms and the steak and setting the oven to reheat the potatoes.
My wolf is too close to the surface demanding that we feed her. She started dinner with the intention of feeding us and now that we derailed it we must feed her. He’s really starting to be a pain in my ass but he has a point we need to provide better for our mate.
I finish up dinner asMy Chemical Romanceblasts through the speakers and grab the two plates and carry them up the stairs to my sleeping mate. She looks so peaceful in sleep that I almost don’t want to wake her but the smell of the food must cut through her haze of sleep because she groans stretching her arms over her head and the blanket falls to her waist giving me the perfect view of her pert breasts nearly causing me to groan as I grow hard again.
“Did you heat up dinner?” She asks and I’m not sure if it’s confusion or suspicion on her beautiful face.
“Well, I am the one that derailed your lovely meal and sent you into a coma,” I tease her and wince mentally. What the hell? I’m not supposed to be teasing. I need to be careful. This woman could change everything and endanger my pack if I’m not.
“Thank you,” she says scooting over to one side of the bed as if expecting me to sit. My wolf urges me forward. He always wants to be near Jara. I have to keep reminding him that’s not always possible.
I want to sit and have dinner with her but if I do will this start something that I can’t finish? Will I just be letting her think that I can be something I’m not? I hand her the plate indecision warring inside of me as Jara looks at me with raised eyebrows before I finally decide to sit with her. It’s just dinner, right?
Jara’s smile brightens as she begins digging into her food. A tiny moan escapes her and it reminds me of what we did in this bed only an hour ago. I need to get a hold of myself or we will never leave this bed again.
“So, what was your life like in Grayson’s pack?” I ask just to fill the quiet and because I want to learn everything about my mate. My wolf perks up his ears wanting the same.
“I’m sure you got a good look at what my life had been like. I pretty much kept to myself for obvious reasons. I had my little cabin in the woods just inside the border of the pack lands. Nobody bothered me there.”
“Seems kind of lonely. Wolves are pack animals they need touch. How did you survive so isolated?” I whisper sadly. My instinct tells me to rub against her to give her the touch she was so starved for in Grayson’s pack. My wolf whines in my mind wanting to do just that but I hesitate.
I can’t show weakness but is offering comfort really a weakness? I offer other members of my pack comfort when they need it. It’s part of what makes them loyal to me as alpha.
I finish quickly running a hand through her hair and down her arm. “It wasn’t so bad,” she says. “I am strong enough to endure it.” She shrugs.
“You shouldn’t have had to though.” My anger surfaces at the damn alpha who mistreated her. He let his pack treat her like dirt and this beautiful woman endured it. She sets her plate to the side and nuzzles into my chest. I have to wonder if that is the wolf or the woman because Jara hasn’t initiated touch with me before now and she is clearly starved for it.
We sit in comfortable silence and I can’t help wondering what the peace talks will bring. It could be a success with tentative peace or it could bring all out war. No one wants the latter. Least of all me.
Jara traces circles along my chest and it’s so soothing I find my eyes starting to close. I know I shouldn’t. I should get up and leave right now. Work on final preparations for the trip but I can’t make myself break the one truly peaceful moment I have had in such a long time that I don’t even fight it when sleep begins to take over and I pull Jara closer.
I blinkawake and the early morning light filters through the curtains and I tighten my arm around my beautiful mate who is laying her head on my chest and so peaceful in sleep I don’t want to move and wake her but if we don’t get moving we will be late and I hate being late. I stretch my arms out and move Jara off me slowly but she groans trying to snuggle closer. “I haven’t slept that good in forever,” she mumbles into my neck and her proximity along with her whole body lined up with my side has my cock hardening painfully.
“We have to go, little mate. We have the summit and we can’t be late.” I growl when her hand circles me through my athletic shorts. She’s much bolder half asleep like this or maybe it’s because I told her she could touch me and then gave her comfort. I’m not complaining it’s just we are in a hurry.
“You can’t go anywhere like that, Archer. Let me help you.” She strokes me through my shorts and holy fuck it feels amazing.
“I’ll take a cold shower.” Her eyes glower at that suggestion and for a second I forget why that would anger her.
