Page 20 of Wolf Trapped
Ascream of frustration bubbles up. I was so fucking close.
“You didn’t want to burn them.” Archer’s chuckle is dark with promise. I glare at him. Fucking bastard.
Turning, I grab a potholder and open the oven pulling the delicious-smelling cupcakes from the oven. I barely get them to the cooling rack before Archer has me pinned against the counter. He unzips the sundress, and I let it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet.
His deft fingers unclasp my bra as he licks at his mate mark, making me shiver. The material falls to the floor. I tilt my head back, leaning it against Archer’s shoulder.
His hands roam over my breast tweaking my nipples and making me squirm. He grins against my neck dipping his fingers in the chocolate frosting on the counter next to me. “Archer, what are you doing? I’m going to have to make a whole new batch now.”
“It will be fine, mate.” He says, painting my nipple with frosting. “I want to see how chocolate tastes mixed with your vanilla and citrus scent.”
Fuck. Me. I can’t even argue with that. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, and groans. “I didn’t think you could taste better. I was wrong.”
He picks me up under my ass, lays me out on the kitchen island, and reaches back for the bowl of frosting. He grins as he pulls the spatula out of the bowl covered in frosting and spreads it over my breasts and down my stomach. “Archer?”
“It’s okay. I’ll clean it up.” He licks his lips. I squirm on the cold counter.
“What are you doing?”
He continues his way down. When the cold frosting hits my wet pussy, I arch my back. “I’m about to lick this frosting off every inch of you, Jara.”
A wicked gleam in his eyes tells me I won’t be covered in frosting for long.
“Gods, Archer.” I wiggle my hips, but his free hand clamps down on my hip.
“Don’t move.” He rumbles, leaning over me and kissing me hard. His lips trail down my neck, and he swirls his tongue through the mess of chocolate on my chest.
He nips my nipple with a growl, and my head thrashes. His hand on my hip tightens as he moves slowly down my body over my stomach to the spot where I need him most. “Archer, please.”
“I’m not done with my dessert yet, mate.” He growls and makes his way lower.
His hands on my inner thighs hold my legs wide as he stares down at the mess he made. “You look absolutely edible. I think we need to have this in the house at all times.”
He leans in, licking all the way up my slit with a growl. He goes feral, using tongue and lips and teeth to devour me. The climax I lost before builds even quicker this time, and I pant as my hands grip the counter on either side in a white-knuckle grip.
He moans against my clit, and I don’t even care that I’m begging now, “Archer, I need to come, please.” I am practically in tears trying to hold it off. He picks his head up and is about to say something when a knock sounds at the door.
Archer chuckles, standing and wiping the frosting from his face, and I scream. He adjusts his pants, helps me off the counter, and goes to answer the door.
“This is bullshit,” I scream. He chuckles as he walks out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.
“Angela, you might want to stay away from Jara for a bit. She is quite frustrated at the moment.” He chuckles from the living room. My wolf hearing helps me listen at this distance.
“What is all over you, Archer?” she laughs.
“You wanna keep the small talk to a minimum since I’m kind of stuck in here?” I yell through the door.
“Why is she stuck in the kitchen?” Angela asks with confusion.
“Do not answer that, Archer,” I yell back, and he laughs. Asshole.
“Can you come back later? I need to take care of a frustrated and sticky mate.” I’m going to punch him in his gorgeous face.
“Why… You know what? I don’t want to know.” Angela giggles. “We have another meeting in three hours. Hurry up and tend to your mate so we can get the watch scheduled.” She says, and the door clicks shut behind her a second later.
Archer struts back into the kitchen with a grin on his face before picking me up in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his hips. “Where are you taking me?”
“I figured we could finish this in the shower.” He grins, kissing my lips hard, and I melt into him.
