Page 34 of Wolf Trapped
“I need you to move faster,” I growl, pushing his face into me, and he chuckles, making me gasp.
He takes a huge breath, groaning, and his control must snap because he sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping it gently, and my orgasm is already building as he pushes two fingers inside me. “Fuck,” I shout.
Archer grins against me, pumping his fingers inside me hard and fast before adding a third and curling them to hit that spot inside of me that makes me come apart. I scream his name as colors swirl around my vision leaving black streaks, and my entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm.
He laps at me, prolonging my orgasm and gently bringing me back down to earth. “You come so beautifully under my tongue.” His eyes sparkle with desire as he crawls up my body.
He trails his tongue up my belly and slowly reaches my breasts. He nips at my nipple, and my back arches, pushing my breast to his mouth. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind, sweet mate, and I’m going to pull your hair and make you come all over my cock.”
“Please.” I moan squirming beneath him. He rubs his cock over my already sensitive clit, making me groan. “Archer.”
“What do you want, Jara?” He stares into my eyes his glittering with lust.
“Fuck me, mate,” I scream as he bites down on my breast while stroking my clit with his hard cock.
He laps away at the sting and then flips me onto my stomach. His fingers trail down my spine with reverence, and his lips follow the movement. “Up on your knees and spread your legs for me.” He growls, and his hand winds around my hair.
He pulls my hair tight. It stings, but the mixture of pleasure and pain has me moaning. “You like a little pain? Does this turn you on?”
“Yes,” I gasp. He slides his cock up and down my slit covering it in my juices.
“Mmm, you feel so good.” He says as he pushes inside so slowly it’s painful. His hand lands on my hips, his grip almost bruising. He holds my body captive. One hand in my hair and the other keeping me from pushing back and impaling myself on his cock.
Finally seated fully, he stops, holding himself completely still. “Archer, move please.” I move my hips but his grip is too firm.
“Stop. I need a second. It’s been too long without feeling you around me, and I don’t want to hurt you by getting out of control.” He strokes my hip with his thumb.
“What if I like you out of control?” I pant. I fist my hands in the sheets beneath me, feeling a bit out of control. My wolf is silent for the first time in a week though, happy to reconnect with her mate even if she can’t shift and go for a run, yet.
Archer pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, and tightens his hand in my hair, pulling my head back and crushing his lips to mine as he thrusts in hard and fast. His mouth muffles my scream.
He hits that spot inside me over and over in his punishing pace, and the orgasm builds until I’m on the edge of oblivion.
“Archer, I need to come.” I moan as he pushes into me again, nearly sending me over the edge, but I hold it off as best as I can until he tells me I can.
He pulls me up with a tug on my hair until my back is to his front and pinches my clit
“Come for me, mate.” He whispers before his teeth sink into my mate mark.
I scream out my release. Black spots dot my vision, and my whole body shakes as zinging pleasure zaps through my entire body, and I collapse against him.
Still inside me, he lays us down on the bed. He is wrapping his arm around me in a rare show of affection. A happy smile spreads on my face. Is now a good time to ask if I can go for a run? He seems content. “Archer?”
“Hmm?” he hums, not really paying attention, his fingers twirling absently in my hair.
“Can we go for a run? My wolf is anxious, and I’m afraid she might force a shift and destroy the room.”
Archer growls and moves away from me. “Is that what this was all about? Me letting you out to go for a run? No.”
I widen my eyes in shock at the anger and something else in his tone as he dresses and storms from the room without another word. My heart sinks and I snuggle down into the pillows, willing myself not to cry but the tears roll down my cheeks as I silently sob.
How are we ever going to get passed this anger and frustration? It is all more hopeless than ever.
I don’t know how I ever thought I could get through to him. He’s a beast who will never love anyone.
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