Page 85 of Wolf Targeted
“I may be your mate that you think you can just throw aside when you’re having a tantrum, but I have never thrown you away. I have always been right here for you. Don’t think I won’t call you out for being an asshole, though.”
It’s not the words I want to hear. It’s more of her opinionated bullshit.
“You refuse to obey me? That’s not what you do when I have you on the edge of an orgasm, is it, mate?”
Her breath catches, and she tries to hide how turned on this angry conversation is making her.
“No. You’re always the good girl who begs so prettily for me to let you come, right?” I whisper in her ear and nip the lobe.
“Fuck off, Archer.” She turns her head to me. “You’re fucking mine.”
Jara’s lips crash into mine in an angry kiss. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and bites it. The coppery taste of my blood fills my mouth and paints her lips in a savage smile.
She wants to be rough? I slam her back against the wall and grip her hip to keep her in place. Our tongues battle for dominance, even as she claws at my shirt and jeans.
We should probably stop, but I don’t even feel the biting cold against my skin when I’m this close to her.
She pops the button on my jeans and runs her hand up under my shirt and over my abs.
“What are you doing?” I break the kiss with a growl.
“I thought your mate was only here to obey and please you,” she says, a challenge in her eyes.
She reaches inside my pants and grips my cock. I’m already impossibly hard, and my cock twitches in her small hand as she strokes it.
Fuck. She’s fucking killing me.
“You want to be a brat? I’ll show you what happens to brats.” I yank her hand from my pants and spin her around.
I press her against the wall and kick her legs out wide.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to hold back your orgasm. Then when you come, I’m going to turn this pretty ass pink.”
I shove her pants down around her knees and step back. She’s drenched. Her juices drip down her legs.
“Archer,” she growls.
“What is it?” I run my fingers up her inner thigh to her pussy and pinch her clit, hard.
Jara squeaks out a protest but wiggles her hips. A dark chuckle escapes at how needy she is for me.
“You are mine,” I whisper as I lean over, covering her back with my front.
Gripping my cock, I graze the tip up and down her slit before slamming home inside her. Jara cries out, her hands scrambling for purchase against the wall, but she has nothing to grip onto.
She claws at the plaster, and it crumbles beneath her shifter fingers.
We’re going to destroy the house if we aren’t careful.
With one hand on her hip, I slide the other into her long caramel hair and wrap it around my fist. Her chest smashes against the wall as I pound into her relentlessly.
She wanted rough. I’ll give her fucking rough.
Her walls pulse around me, hugging my cock in a way that makes me want to explode, but I hold off.
I pull her head back by her hair and seal my mouth to hers in a biting kiss. I nip at her lips, and she cries out.
“Archer,” she groans. “I need to come.”
