Page 54 of Wolf Trapped
Archer chuckles, tenderly placing his hand on my cheek before leaning down and kissing me. “I don’t want to come down your pretty throat, Jara. I want to come inside your hot pussy.” He whispers against my lips, and I shiver with desire.
“Then stop playing with me and fuck me, Archer,” I demand, squirming on the bed.
“So impatient.” He tsks. He lays out on his side next to me, trailing his fingers lightly over me, making my skin pebble everywhere he touches. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says before taking my nipple into his mouth and releasing it with a pop. “You have been such a good little mate too. Keeping your hands over your head. Maybe I’ll let you come this time.”
“Please,” I beg as his fingers brush lightly over my clit.
I’m still so fucking close that I may combust at any second, but I can’t, not until Archer tells me to. “Mmm, I like hearing you beg.”
Archer leans over me, licking my mating mark as his fingers circle my clit in slow teasing touches. He needs this, I realize. Archer needs the control, but this is also the way he shows he cares. He can’t express his feelings outside the act itself, or he sees himself as weak.
The thought and his teasing worshipping touches have me squirming beneath him again, my back arching off the bed.
Archer’s fingers disappear, and I growl in frustration. I was so fucking close. Why the fuck did he stop? I glare up at him, and he shakes his head. “I want you to come on my tongue your first orgasm of the night.”
He moves down my body again, and I shout as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Fuck, Archer.” I grip the headboard even tighter, my muscles beginning to cramp with how hard I’m holding on.
“You wanna come, mate?” he licks his lips, grinning at me. His eyes sparkle with an emotion I can’t put a name to as I nod enthusiastically. “Words, mate.”
“Yes, please let me come.” I moan as he attacks me with his mouth and fingers.
He pushes two fingers in roughly curling them just right and my entire body goes fucking nuclear. Colors swirl all around me as my body convulses with what feels like electricity from the top of my head all the way to my toes. Fuck.
Archer doesn’t stop. If anything, my orgasm spurs him on. He sucks my clit into his mouth again before moving lower and lapping at the juices cleaning every drop from me. One orgasm is drawn out into a second, and I scream his name, unsure how he can quickly pull two powerful orgasms out of me.
He finally stops moving up my body and tsking me again. “Greedy, little mate. I didn’t tell you, you could come again.” He nips at my nipple playfully.
His cock rubs at my entrance, and he circles his hips, his tip brushing my clit.
“It’s your fault. The way you were devouring me, I couldn’t stop it if I tried.” I pout as he brushes his tip over me again, making me shudder.
“I’ll forgive that this time.” He grins against my breast snaking his tongue out and circling my nipple.
Archer reaches up, gripping my wrists and pulling my cramping hands from the headboard.
“Mate, why didn’t you tell me that was hurting you?” He cups my hand in both of his.
He kneads my palms with his thumbs, the gentle comfort almost better than the multiple orgasms. I smile up at my mate, feeling content at this moment with him as he switches to the other hand.
“It was worth it.” I wiggle my hips again, needing my mate inside me and his eyes flash with heat.
“So eager to get fucked, little mate?” He leans over, kissing me softly but it quickly turns heated as he deepens it. I wrap my legs around his hips and thread my fingers through his glossy black hair.
“Yes, I need you, mate,” I say, and his eyes flash again at the word mate. Do I not call him that enough? I may need to be more understanding to my mate.
Archer growls and pushes into me hard and fast, hitting that spot but stopping with a grunt. I wiggle my hips trying desperately to get him to move, but he clamps a hand down on me to hold me still.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. I need a second.” He grunts.
I run my hands up his chest, tracing his muscles, and brush the hair out of his face. I lean up, kissing him hard, and he groans into my kiss. His hips jerk, and I shiver. I’m already climbing to my third orgasm.
“You are perfect, Jara.” He whispers against my lips before pulling back torturously slowly.
I grip his hair in my hands, unable to stop from pulling at it. Once only his tip is inside me, Archer thrusts forward hard. My head thrashes back and forth as his finger circles my clit, and he keeps up the torturous rhythm.
I pull Archer down to me, and he lets me as I lick his neck where my mark sits on him. That mark is my favorite thing. It shows the world that Archer belongs to me. He is mine, and I am his, and nothing will get in the way of that.
