Page 22 of Wolf Trapped
I lick up the side of his neck over his mate mark, and he shouts as his hips buck up into me fucking me. “You want to mark me, mate? I’m going to make you come so hard as you take out your possessiveness on me.”
He groans and bares his neck for me. I lick up his neck, moaning at the spicy taste of his skin. He shivers when I kiss his silvery mate mark. His hips buck up into me again, and I squeak in surprise. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs fast circles over me. My head thrashes back and forth in ecstasy.
“Please, Alpha, can I come?” I beg, wiggling my hips as I bounce up and down on Archer’s cock.
Archer smirks and moves my lips back to my mark on his neck.
“Come for me, mate.” He says as I clamp down on his neck.
My wolf's fangs shift to clamp down on his neck. I nearly scream as Archer pinches my clit between his fingers, and my mate's blood fills my mouth.
Black spots shine behind my eyes as white-hot pleasure pulses through every fiber of my being. I scream his name as my body slumps boneless in his arms, and I lap at the mark I left on him, healing him.
“You satisfied now, mate?” I nod, my eyes drooping.
What did he just say? “Mmm.”
He stands from the bench and leans me against his body as he lathers soap over me and takes the time to wash and condition my hair. It would be weird if I wasn’t so out of it. Archer is being way more tender than usual.
“You need rest after an orgasm like that.” Archer chuckles as he wraps me in a towel and carries me to the bedroom.
“No, there’s another pack meeting. I need to be there.” I blink out of my haze, lifting my head from his shoulder.
“This isn’t a happy meeting. Jara and many will be upset and try to blame you. You will stay inside, or I will lock you in the bedroom.” He growls.
“What if the wolf gets in? Angela surely has to be with you. What if the wolf is waiting to get me alone?” He can’t deny I’m right, but his eyes are hard, and I already know nothing I say will change his mind.
“I won’t be long. Stay here.” He drops me on the bed, moves to the window, ensuring it’s locked, and then walks out the door. The click of the lock sounds, and I curse. We are back to this then, are we? I sigh.
Archer’s hot and cold makes my head spin. How are we ever going to survive like this?
8
ARCHER
“Where’s Jara?” Angela asks as we wait to start the meeting in the center of town. We are having it here because the sun is hanging low over the trees, and I don’t want everyone out in the forest.
“She’s locked in the house,” I grunt, not wanting to argue with Angela but knowing that it’s coming.
“You locked her in the bedroom again?” she huffs, shaking her head. “You have problems, Archer.”
“There are threats everywhere.” I cross my arms over my chest.
I don’t need to explain myself. She’s my mate, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
“Who’s out patrolling right now?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Carter and Jacob are still out there, I believe.” Angela taps her finger to her chin in thought.
“They need to be relieved of patrol soon. I don’t want my wolves to get burned out. Especially the ones who are there voluntarily.”
“Absolutely, I will make sure someone goes out there and relieves them.” Angela peers down at the paper in her hand, studying who is scheduled next. “Are you sure Alex and Patrick should be together?”
“Patrick is loyal and will keep Alex in line.” I shrug.
“And we know how big of a hothead Alex is.” She agrees with a grimace.
He is an asshole, but he’s strong and more than capable of protecting our territory. I need him on patrol.
