Page 8 of Wolf Trapped
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my cock, sliding it languidly through her folds. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she squeaks out in surprise.
“You’re so responsive.” I groan, positioning myself at her entrance. Jara surprises me again by sinking on me all the way to the hilt and arching her breasts into my face. I lean on my elbows, changing the position and taking a nipple into my mouth again.
She jerks, making my cock hit her in just the right spot, and a scream tumbles from those pump lips. “I need you to fucking move, or I’ll flip us and fuck you hard from behind.”
Her eyes widen but not in fear. She likes the idea of that. She leans up, licking my nipple as she slowly lifts herself off my cock until the tip is inside her perfect pussy. She nips at my nipple before taking me all the way inside her to the hilt.
Curses spew from my lips as I do my best not to come early. She will be the fucking death of me. I roll us easily, and Jara lands on her back with an oof. “I told you what will happen if you tease me, Jara.”
I piston my hips as I grab her leg beneath the knee, changing the angle and thrusting inside her hard and fast—Jara arches into me, exposing my mate mark and making my wolf go crazy in my mind.
Mine!My wolf roars, and my teeth lengthen with the need to mark my mate. So that I know she’s really here. Jara’s eyes widen, lust fills those beautiful green irises, and she tilts her neck in submission. How does my mate always know precisely what I need from her? I couldn’t have picked a better mate.
Jara’s back arches into me as my teeth sink into her neck, and she screams out her release as she milks my cock, and as her sweet blood fills my mouth, I empty inside her.
I growl against her neck as her walls continue to spasm as we both come down from our climax. I unlatch my teeth from her neck, licking at the mark to heal it, and collapse next to her, pulling her, so her head is against my chest as we both attempt to catch our breath.
It’s peaceful for the moment. She is here and alive, but I can’t help thinking about the threats surrounding my mate and my pack.
Can we come out of this unscathed? We have to because any other option is unacceptable.
I need to find the threats to my mate and eliminate them or die trying.
3
JARA
“Archer?” I chew my lip nervously as I lay with my head on his chest, hoping that he will be more amenable to letting me speak to my family after mating.
“Yes, mate?” he squeezes me closer, burying his nose in my hair, seemingly lost in thought.
“When can I speak to my mom? I would like to let her know that I’m okay here.” I rush the words out before I lose my nerve. Archer just sighs.
“How do you expect to be able to talk to her, Jara? They are stuck in the dark ages and don’t have phones,” he growls.
“Can we arrange it with Greyson? I would like to see her.” I don’t meet his eyes, knowing by the way his arms tighten around me that we are about to argue about this again.
“No. Are you serious? After the strange wolf cornering you and the humans in our pack lands?” His arm drops from around me, leaving me cold. He sits up with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face in frustration.
“It’s not dangerous to go to my old pack,” I argue. My mother will be worried about me and my mental state, especially with the rumors that I am no longer convinced are true about Archer’s previous attempted mates.
“And what about my pack? Do you think I can leave them in possible danger so that you can visit your parents? The pack comes first, Jara. Always.” He barks out.
Well, shit. He has a point, but it still doesn’t change my stance. I need to let them know I’m okay. “Of course, Archer. It’s always about the pack. I don’t even know why you wanted a mate in the first place. It’s not like you show any kind of emotions.”
“Just half an hour ago, you were worried about my pack getting hurt because you did the right thing and didn’t put yourself at risk, and now you are angry with me because I won’t take you to see your parents at the risk of one of them getting hurt by that same wolf?”
Well shit. When he puts it like that, he’s right. “Fine. What about once the threat has passed?” I sigh. It could be weeks before we find the threats and eliminate them.
“Do you forget how your former alpha treated you at the summit?” he barks, standing from the bed, grabbing the shorts from the floor and tugging them on. “If he can act like that in the view of the entire alpha council, what do you think will happen if we try to visit the pack?”
“Archer, please?” I beg. “I need them to know that I’m okay.”
“No,” he shouts and storms from the room.
At least he didn’t lock the door behind him; I think bitterly as I get up from the bed. How did I so thoroughly ruin that moment? I sigh and bend to pick the discarded clothes up from the floor and take them to the closet, depositing them in the hamper.
I go over the conversation in my head again and flinch. He’s not wrong about Greyson. He was terrible to me at the summit and even before that. He has no issues with humiliating me in public situations. What would he do if we requested to come to see my family?
