Page 55 of Wolf Trapped
“Mark me, mate.” He groans as I continue to lick at the mark. The man shivers, his hips bucking into mine and picking up a new pace. I’m at the edge of that peak, and by Archer’s erratic movements, he is close too.
With a final swipe of my tongue, I lengthen my fangs biting down on my mark, and groan against him as the connection between us snaps even tighter. He roars out his release, and I spiral over the edge into oblivion—my orgasm pulses through me as I lap at his mark.
“I need to mark you again, mate,” Archer growls, moving down my body, and I frown in confusion until he spreads my thighs on the bed and kisses my inner thigh right over the femoral artery. “I’m going to mark you here.”
He trails his fingers lightly over the spot.
“I don’t think I can come again.” I pant out as he pushes his fingers inside me again as he licks at the flesh on my thigh.
“Oh, don’t give me a challenge like that, mate. You will come for me again.” He chuckles. The sound vibrates through me, making me shudder as he pumps two fingers inside me and pushes me quickly to the edge before sinking his fangs into me.
“Fuck, Archer,” I scream. It’s like a thousand lightning bolts striking me at the same time. I thought the first one was nuclear, but I was so wrong.
Everything goes black for a moment, and I must pass out from the pleasure because when I blink my eyes open, Archer is wrapped around me, stroking my hair away from my face.
“I don’t think I have ever made someone come so hard; they blacked out before.” He chuckles, kissing my hair.
"Gods, Archer. That was fucking intense.” I groan, leaning into him.
“You are fucking perfect, mate. I don’t want to move.” He squeezes me tighter to him.
“Then don’t,” I whisper back. I don’t want to move either completely sated.
“We have to. We are both covered in blood and must plan to take Carter to Kyle.” He trails his fingers through my hair soothingly.
“Fuck, you’re right.” I move to get up, but I’m still caged against Archer. He scoops me up and carries me to the shower.
For the first time in weeks, I’m content with Archer and our relationship now if we can just stop the people trying so hard to tear us apart.
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ARCHER
“Stay here and rest, Jara. You are exhausted.” I kiss her head. The shower took longer than normal because my mate makes me insatiable, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
“I want to go with you.” She mumbles into my chest. Her eyes are half closed. She will be asleep within seconds. The bed is streaked with blood, and I sigh.
“Fine, let’s get dressed and go plan for a pack hunt,” I grumble, setting her down on shaky legs but holding her arms to steady her.
I’m going to burn that bedding. I never want that traitor’s blood on my mate’s pale skin again. Just the thought of him has rage bubbling up inside me. Taking a cleansing breath, I remind myself that the mother fucker is dead until the anger cools minutely.
It doesn’t completely go away because one more shifter needs to pay for his crimes against my mate, and I plan to deliver Carter’s body to him personally.
We dress quickly and make our way outside to find Angela waiting for us. “Where is the body?” I ask abruptly.
“We have it hidden. Though the pack members know Carter was responsible, we wanted to wait for you to explain.”
The first rays of the sun peak through the trees, and I grunt as we go over to the truck.
“What about Alex and Patrick?” I ask, opening the passenger door for a silent Jara. She is exhausted but alert taking in everything as if someone is going to jump out of the bushes with a knife. I can’t blame her for that.
What happened to her was traumatic and something I don’t plan on ever letting happen again. She jumps up in the truck and fastens her seat belt as I close the door firmly behind her and turn to Angela for an answer.
“They are patrolling the area. I can shift and call them back to the village.” She scans the area.
“Good. When you return to the village, we need to set up a pack meeting and a hunt. I’m tired of people thinking they can encroach on our land, and everyone has been under curfew for far too long. We need to run.” I stride around the truck to the driver’s seat and open the door, effectively ending the conversation.
“Are you all right, mate?” I ask as I turn the key in the ignition.
