Page 19 of Wolf Trapped
She startles at my words.
“How did it go?” she asks softly while wiping her hands on a towel.
“We had ten volunteers. We are going to have to change tactics.” I take a step forward and wipe the flour off her cheek. She blushes bright red.
“I am a mess. I thought maybe chocolate cupcakes might help ease tensions. Never mind. It’s stupid.” She shakes her head.
“I don’t think it will solve all our problems, but it might help a little. One problem. You can’t leave the house to hand them out.” I grunt.
I’m not budging on that. I don’t think my pack is dangerous to my mate, but I refuse to take any chances.
“If it will help, then maybe I won’t have to stay inside.” She asks hopefully, but I’m already shaking my head.
“That wolf and the humans are still out there,” I say angrily, my voice deceptively soft. I can’t let anything happen to her. I refuse to lose another mate and look weak to the other alphas in the region. If another mate dies, they will attack and try to take over my pack.
“I don’t even understand. Do you want a mate or a prisoner, Archer?” She throws her hands up in frustration. “I can kind of understand why you won’t let me visit my parents to let them know that I am okay, but I’m going to go crazy stuck inside all the time, Archer.”
Her wolf is close to the surface, her brilliant eyes glowing with rage. Her wolf will be restless, but at least she will be alive.
“You cannot go back to Grayson’s pack.” I snarl. The idea of her being in the same place as that asshole has rage coursing through me. Possessiveness has me pulling her in with a bruising grip on her hips. “Do you want to go back to him? So he can belittle and reject you again?”
“What? Why would you think that?” Her eyes widen with realization. “I just want to see my family. I want nothing to do with that asshole.”
“No. You can’t see them.” That’s the only part of her words that I acknowledge. Jealousy still wars with possessiveness inside me as I crash my lips to hers, cutting off any further argument.
Jara’s body molds to mine as I deepen the kiss, but she pulls away. “I can’t let the cupcakes burn.” She grumbles against my lips.
“Don’t care about the damn cupcakes.” I trail kisses down her neck, licking at the mate mark on her neck. She moans as I nip the spot.
“Archer, seriously. I don’t want them to burn.” She giggles, trying to push me off her, but I’m unmovable.
“How long until they are done?” I groan but don’t stop my assault on her neck.
“Five minutes.” She squeaks as I shove her skirt up around her waist.
“Can you listen for the timer while I fuck you with my tongue?” I drop to my knees on the tile. The scent of her arousal intensifies as I run fingers up her panties pushing on her clit through the material.
“Gods, Archer. You’re killing me.” She groans.
“What do you want, mate?” I run my nose over her soaked panties inhaling deeply. I can never get enough of this woman. Even after arguing with her, I want her. I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs to the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. “Widen your legs, Jara.”
She widens her legs automatically, and I run my tongue up her slit. A sound of surprise squeaks out of her as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Don’t come until I tell you to, mate.”
I smirk as an idea forms in my mind. I pull one leg over my shoulder, holding her up. Her legs are already shaking. I thrust my tongue inside her pussy, and my finger circles clit. Jara grabs my hair, pulling on it almost to the point of pain, and I chuckle, sending the vibration right through her pussy.
I groan as her taste floods my mouth and spear her with my tongue. Thrusting in and out a few times before moving to her clit. I circle her clit with my tongue, never taking my eyes from hers. My pretty little mate is so responsive. I thrust my finger inside her, noting how her walls are pulsing against it. She’s so fucking close I can taste it.
I add a second finger, curling them, and she squirms. I suck her clit into my mouth, thrusting my fingers in and out.
“Fuck, Archer.” She screams out just as the timer goes off. She’s so close to the edge one more lick will probably send her over the edge, so I pull back, sitting back on my haunches, and lick my lips with a grin.
“What?” she blinks, disappointment evident in her features.
“Cupcakes are done.”
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