Page 33 of Wolf Trapped
There’s a box under his arm, and I frown in confusion. “It’s the computer I ordered for you last week.” He holds out the box for me, and I grab it looking down at the symbol on it.
“Do you want me to help you set it up?” he asks with a tentative smile.
I nod, handing him the box and standing to move to the table. He pulls a metal object from it. It’s so thin I’m unsure how it will do what he says. He grabs a cord from the box, plugs it into the wall and the metal square, and opens it up, so there is a keyboard and screen.
“This is so cool.” I grin, watching closely as he turns it on and starts typing on it. He pulls open the book retailer and puts in the login information he set up for me. He chuckles when he sees my search history, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment.
“You like paranormal romance fiction?”
“I stumbled across it, and the story sounded interesting.” I shrug. “Though humans have crazy ideas about shifters and what’s actually out there in the world.”
“Yes, they do have strange ideas.” He shakes his head. "Go here if you want to watch a movie or show.” He moves his finger across a little rectangle and taps something clicking a button on the screen. A new screen pops up with pictures that almost look like book covers.
He clicks on one that looks like an action book, and a description pops up with a button that says watch. He clicks it when the next screen pops up. I jump when the movie starts playing. “It’s really easy, and movies are kind of like books, just with actors acting out the story.”
“Can you turn it off for a minute?” I ask and move to sit on his lap, and he flinches. “What’s wrong?”
I am being forward, but I am so grateful for the things he’s doing in an attempt to make me more comfortable. I want to thank him.
“What are you doing?” He asks, his hands landing on my hips, squeezing lightly.
“Thanking you.” I breathe and kiss his mate mark.
Archer shudders under the light touch. His hands move to my ass and over my back beneath my shirt—his lips capture mine in a searing kiss.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I buck my hips. His cock hardens beneath me, and I moan into his mouth, rubbing myself against him.
“Jara,” he groans, pulling my shirt over my head. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
He trails his lips down my neck over my mate mark as his hands roam my body. He unhooks my bra, and I let it fall off as he kneads my breasts and tweaks my nipple. “Archer. I want to taste you.”
Archer growls as I move from his lap to my knees and reach for the button on his jeans. “Mate, I don’t know how long I will last with that sexy mouth on me. It’s been too fucking long.”
I shoot him a flirty smile, pull his cock from his jeans, and stroke him once. A bead of precum is on the tip, and I lick my lips, my mouth watering. Archer’s hips buck as I stroke him again. With the end of my tongue, I slowly lick around the head.
“Fuck.” He shouts and clenches his hands on the arms of the chair.
My eyes lock with his as I lick the tip and suck him into my mouth, bobbing slowly.
“Are you touching yourself while you suck my cock, mate?” he asks, making me squirm. “Circle your clit, Jara. Make yourself come while you suck me down that pretty throat of yours.” He orders with a growl.
I’m wearing flimsy little sleep shorts and nothing else since Archer has already undressed me. I slip my hand in the front of my shorts and circle my clit. I moan and Archer curses at the vibrations bucking his hips up and nearly making me gag, but I open my throat and swallow him down.
Archer’s hand lands on my head, pulling me up from where I am kneeling on the floor. “I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat.”
“What if I want you to?” I ask breathlessly.
“I need to come inside that hot little pussy. It’s been too long since I got to mate with you.” He picks me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me down on the bed gently, grabbing the flimsy material of my shorts and pulling them torturously slowly.
He trails his lips down my leg as he moves the shorts. The intimate touches of his lips are like worship rather than just sex. He removes the shorts running his huge hands up my legs and breathing deeply through his nose. “You’re already wet for me.” He groans.
He spreads my legs wide, holding them in place with his huge hands, and leans in. His eyes never leave mine as he sticks his tongue out and licks all the way up my slit. He circles my clit with his tongue and my hips jerk, but I can’t move with his hands on my legs.
“Archer.” I groan, wrapping my hands in his hair, but he’s in no hurry and laps at me slowly.
“Hmm?” he hums against me, and I curse, attempting to move again to no avail.
Fuck, that feels good. My hands tighten in his hair, holding him to me. He needs to go faster. He is too adept at torturing me, though.
