Page 39 of Wolf Trapped
Archer sighs at my lack of response. He’s been doing a lot of sighing lately, but he doesn’t understand. He’s able to shift and run whenever he wants. He doesn’t know what I am going through, unable to run.
“After dinner, we can go for a short run. We can’t go far, and you will need to stay by me, but we can run.” His words have my ears perking, and I turn to stare at him.
Is he really going to let me run? My wolf whines in my head. She is more than ready to run, but what if she takes off or refuses to let me shift back because I have held her in so long? I chew my lip as my wolf snarls at me. “You’re going to let me go for a run?”
Archer nods, returning to what he’s doing, and I pause the movie. “Why are you letting me go now?” I ask suspiciously.
“We are away from the pack. I don’t see a reason to cage you here unless you give me one.” He shrugs, stirring something on the camp stove that smells like marinara sauce.
I sit up on the couch, not believing this is real. He’s going to let me go for a run. A smile crosses my face, and a giddiness pulses through me as my wolf yips in my head. This is absolutely amazing, and I fidget on the couch, setting the laptop at the other end.
I suddenly can’t sit still waiting for dinner to be done so I can run. I grin at Archer as I bounce on the balls of my feet. Archer chuckles at my excitement as he pulls two bowls out and pours ravioli into them.
“It’s not what you usually cook for us, but we are limited here.” He says, handing me the bowl, and I sit on the couch with it.
I take a tentative bite, and tomato sauce and pasta burst into my tastebuds. I groan, and Archer coughs.
Oops.
His eyes heat as he stares down at me but nope. We aren’t doing that. We are going for a run.
I finish quickly, take my bowl to the sink, and rinse it. I eye Archer as he takes his time. Fucking ass. I smirk as I walk to the front door, fling it open and start to undress.
“Jara,” Archer growls, stands up, and moves to the sink.
He rinses his bowl, never taking his eyes off me. My skin is flushed from the heat of his gaze alone.
“Archer.” I sass back at him. He grunts, moving toward me. “Let’s go. I need to run.”
I pull my leggings and underwear off just as Archer makes it to me. “You shouldn’t tease me, mate.” His hands land on my hips, and I take a step back out of his hold and shift.
In my wolf’s excitement, she nearly took off into the trees, but I grasped onto the control. I peer up at Archer, who is removing his pants. My tongue lolls out of my mouth, and it practically waters as his cock springs free, and his muscular thighs are next.
His movements are slow, meant to tease me, and I yip at him to hurry up so we can run. “You don’t like being teased, little mate?” Archer chuckles.
My wolf growls, trying to take control back from me, but I maintain my hold on her, afraid of what will happen if I let it go. If she takes off or refuses to shift back, I am screwed. Archer may never let us go for a run again.
I turn my head to the forest with a whine, and something soft bumps my side. Turning back, Archer’s giant black wolf licks my face.He asks through our link. You ready to run, mate?
Yes.I respond, taking off to the trees. Archer barks, but my wolf has wrestled back some control while I was distracted with the wet lick to my face. My wolf yips and runs faster, but Archer is hot on our heels.
Jara, stop.He growls, but I can’t. My wolf is nearly feral and refuses to give up any control.
I can’t. She took control.I panic. Archer races up next to me, nipping at my leg with a snarl. He turns, nudging me with his snout, trying to herd me back to the cabin. My wolf barks at him, putting on a burst of speed and continuing to go the wrong way.
Jara, don’t make me use an alpha command on you.Archer barks again angrily, but my wolf doesn’t respond. I don’t blame her. This is Archer’s fault. He locked me up in the bedroom for weeks with no way to shift. She has so much pent-up energy and finally has an outlet to get that energy out.
You might have to, Archer. She won’t stop. She’s been locked away for weeks.This is bullshit. He is going to lock us up again if she doesn’t stop and turn back around.
We are getting too close to Kyle’s territory, Jara. Stop.The alpha command rolls over me, and my wolf whines as she slows to a stop. Though she is listening to him now, she still keeps control, and I am unable to get her to do anything.
Terror rolls through me as the very real possibility that she won’t shift back fills me with dread. She wants to punish Archer for keeping her locked in the room for weeks, even if that will also punish me.
My wolf snarls as Archer bumps her side with his head in an attempt to turn her back toward the cabin, but she takes the direction and trots by his side until she smells a rabbit in the brush ten yards away, and then she’s running again ready to pounce on the unsuspecting creature.
Jara. No.Archer bellows through the link but without the alpha command this time, and she ignores him. She pounces on the animal breaking its neck with a shake of her head, and the rabbit’s fresh blood coats my tongue as she snarls through her meal at Archer.
She’s practically feral.Archer muses through the link.
