Page 53 of Wolf Trapped
“What do you need, mate?” He whispers against my mate mark.
“I need you,” I whisper as he continues torturing my breasts and his teeth scrape across my mating mark, making me shiver.
Archer’s control snaps, and he races to the bed, throwing me on it and tearing at my pants. He pushes my legs wide, staring down at me with so much heat I nearly combust.
“I want your taste on my tongue when I fuck you.” He growls. His grip tightens on my inner thighs as he pushes them down into the bed.
He licks down my body sucking my nipple into his mouth and nipping it gently before continuing his slow, teasing licks and kisses down over my stomach. He licks my hip bone.
He’s teasing me, licking and sucking everywhere but where I need him most. His tongue trails up my inner thigh almost to my slit and then makes his way down the other thigh.
“Stop teasing me,” I growl, and he chuckles. Fucking bastard.
“I should tease you all night for the danger you put yourself in with that stunt, mate.” I should have known that was coming. Archer isn’t one to forget direct disobedience.
“It was the only way.” I moan as he pinches my side.
“No, it fucking wasn’t, but I’m going to punish you for it now. No matter how much you need to fucking come, you don’t until I tell you to.” He sucks my clit between his lips, and my back arches off the bed.
I’m already climbing. I fist my hands in the sheets squirming beneath his brutal assault on my clit.
“Archer,” I whine, still thrashing, but his hands on my legs keep me still for him to thrust his tongue inside of me hard and fast before moving back to my clit.
I’m so close to the peak but will myself not to come. I can’t let that happen until he allows it, and I have a feeling he has no intention of letting me come any time soon. “I’m so close.”
Archer moves away from my slit, licking over my stomach again and up my body. A strangled groan escapes at his movements. He’s going to fucking edge me again. “I should turn your perfect ass red for what you did tonight. Edging you is the least of what you deserve, mate.”
“Not fair.” I run my hand down his chest as he moves higher up my body, lightly kissing my sore ribs.
“It’s more than fair. You put yourself at risk of dying. Never fucking do that again.” He grumbles, continuing his torturous pace.
“I can’t promise that.” I moan and squeak out a protest when he bites down on my nipple harder than normal.
“So, what I hear is that you want even more punishment.” He whispers, nipping at my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
I run my hands down over his abs and down to his hard cock. “Fuck me, Archer.”
I wrap my hand around him, and a growl bursts from his lips. I stroke him once before he grabs at my wrist and holds my hand above my head.
“If you can’t be good and take your punishment, then I won’t fuck you tonight. I’ll get you so fucking mindless with the need to come and then go to bed and make you wait until I say you can come.”
I wiggle my hips as he rubs against my thigh. “Keep your hands over your head. If you move them, I am going to stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you, Jara?”
“No.” I pant and grab onto the headboard in a white-knuckled grip.
“Good girl.” He grunts and his fingers trail over my hip to my clit. He circles my clit with his thumb and shoves to fingers inside me, making my back arch and my hands tighten even more.
The climax I lost rears back, and I’m quickly climbing the peak again. My walls squeeze Archer’s fingers, and he chuckles. “Not yet, mate.”
He backs off and sits on his heels. I groan in frustration. Archer’s eyes sparkle with laughter as he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it.
Archer crawls up next to me and sits back by my face. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, mate.” He strokes his cock, and I lick my lips. “Do not move your hands.”
Archer leans forward, brushing his cock over my lips, and I swirl my tongue around the tip. Archer groans and his hips buck, pushing his cock in my mouth. I open my throat, take him all the way to the back and swallow. Archer shouts, his hips bucking again, and I moan around him.
“Fuck. Jara, you are way too good at that, mate.” His body is shaking as he continues to thrust into my mouth, and I want to touch him so badly but don’t dare loosen my grip on the headboard.
My eyes bore into Archer’s as pleasure washes over him, and he rips himself away from me. I whine, pouting a bit that he won’t come in my mouth.
