Page 75 of Wolf Targeted
It’s sad, but it’s true.
“You almost died, Jara.” He chokes up a bit on his words.
I glance into his wet eyes. Is he crying? That’s impossible.
“I’m fine, Archer. You got to me in time.” I squeeze him close.
I run a hand up his chest to his neck and pull his head down to mine. He resists at first, but he soon crashes his lips to mine.
He pushes me on my back and groans into my mouth. His hand skims up my side and over my belly. His fingers brush the new scar there and he rears back.
His eyes widen, and he glares at the new mark. Insecurities arise inside me instantly. Is he going to reject me because of it?
My skin is flawed now. I wrap my arms around my middle and will the tears burning the backs of my eyes not to fall. I glance away from him so I don’t have to see the disgust in his eyes.
His huge hands grip my arms and pull them over my head, pinning them to the bed.
“You misunderstood, mate. I’m not upset with you. I’m disgusted with myself.” He stares into my eyes. “I failed you again, and you almost died. That scar is a reminder of my failure.”
“No, it was just an accident, Archer. You didn’t fail me.” I shake my head.
He has failed me in the past in so many ways, but not in this. He can’t put the blame on himself for this.
Archer leans down and brushes his lips over mine before moving lower. “You may not see it that way, but I will spend the rest of my life making up for it, starting now.”
His lips travel down my throat and skim my mark. I shiver with pleasure at the light touch.
“Keep your arms up, mate. It’s my time to worship you.” Archer kisses down to my breast, sucks it into his mouth, and gently nips my nipple with his teeth.
“Where did my clothes go?” I ask, just realizing that I’m naked in my mate’s arms.
“Gone,” he mumbles between kisses. “Told Ellie to burn them.”
He licks a path from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment, and I wiggle my hips. I’m already close, and he’s barely touched me.
That’s what happens when your mate hasn’t touched you in months, even the slightest affection will make you crazy.
Archer slams his hand down on my hip and stills me. “You lie back and let me worship you, mate. You’re still weak no matter what your say.”
“I’m not weak,” I grumble.
“That’s not what I meant.” His tongue snakes out and traces the new scar on my stomach before traveling lower.
The hand on my hip slides to my thigh and pushes my leg wider. He trails his fingers over my pussy and down my slit, then pushes a finger inside me. My back arches.
“You like that, mate?” Archer chuckles against my skin.
The vibrations against my hip only serve to make me wilder. My hands fist the sheets above my head to keep from gripping his hair and shoving his face where I need him most.
“Archer,” I moan.
Archer nips my thigh and presses a thumb against my clit, rubbing circles slowly and methodically.
“Are you going to come for me, mate?” Archer growls.
“No,” I say, breathless.
“Why not?” He bites my thigh a little harder this time.
