Page 77 of Wolf Targeted
“Jara, stop,” he growls as I run my hand down his bare chest to his hips.
“I don’t want to.” I stick my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.
“Mate, you are going to make me embarrass myself. Do I need to pin you to the bed again?”
“Just mate with me and I’ll stop.” I say almost begging again.
I wrap my hand around his hard cock, and a rumble escapes him. Is that the wolf or the man? Does it matter?
I want them both.
I pump his cock and swirl my thumb over the head, spreading the precum across the tip.
“Jara,” his voice cracks.
Squeezing him a little tighter, I slide my hand up and down him again. He closes his eyes tight and grits his teeth.
“What, mate?” I ask to push him over the edge.
He moves faster than I can blink, shoving my hand off him and hiking my leg up over his hip. Calling him mate always does the trick.
He’s mine just as much as I’m his. My breathing is easier than it has been in months, and relief pours through me.
He’s mine. My mate. He hasn’t found someone else, and he isn’t cheating on me.
“Are you sure, Jara?” he asks as he lines himself up with my entrance.
“Fuck me, mate.” I grin up at him and tweak his nipple.
Archer slams inside me to the hilt, and my back arches as I grip the sheets on either side of me.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I missed you,” Archer says and pulls out slowly before slamming back inside hard and fast.
Exactly what I love from my mate.
“I missed you too,” I whisper, breathless.
Archer’s eyes glow with his wolf as he fucks me. “I don’t know how long I’ll last, mate. It’s been too long.”
“Fuck me and mate me, Archer. That’s all I want. I want my mate back,” I whisper.
Archer reaches between us and pinches my clit. “Now.”
He doesn’t need to tell me what he wants in that command. I combust into a big ball of white-hot euphoria and lead limbs before I pass out.
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Archer
Fuck, did I hurt her?
I collapse on the bed beside her and listen to the thumping of her heart, loud and steady. Reaching for her, I pull her body into my arms for just a second.
The sound of stomping feet meets my oversensitive ears, and I tilt my head to the side. Are they in the house?
Gently, I lay Jara back on the bed and scoot away so I can grab my sweats and meet the others downstairs.
I kiss her forehead and storm to the closet, angry that I have to leave Jara alone to deal with my beta.
