Page 127 of The Mentor
“You wanna do it a third time?” I asked with surprise.
He laughed and lifted me just enough for him to position himself right at my entrance. “If you’re too sore, I guess we could always try that anal thing you wanted so badly.”
“I never wanted anal. You were the one frightening me to death with it.”
The edge of his eyes crinkled in amusement. “You just wait, my little prude, one day you’re going to be curious enough to ask me for it.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Oh, I’m not planning to. I’m going to be too busy making out with you in the woods.” As he spoke he lifted me enough to slide inside of me, and for a while we didn’t speak.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed his deep thrusts and leaned my neck back in a moan.
“Next year when the fireflies come back, we’re going to make love under the moonlight,” Archer muttered against my neck.
“That sounds romantic.” I smiled at him and planted kisses on his face. “Don’t let the other men hear you talk like that or they might strip you of your Nman badge. Aren’t you supposed to be rough and brutal to live here?”
He grabbed my chin and gave me another mischievous grin. “You shouldn’t have said that; now I have to show you just how rough and brutal I can be.”
“Oh, I already know that you’re a big bad wolf,” I said and grinned back at him when he turned me around and pushed a hand down between my shoulder blades.
“And you’d better remember that.” His fingers fisted into my hair roots, and he forced my head back.
“Anything else I need to remember?” I asked.
“Yes, wolves mate for life!”
The first two times we had made love tonight had been emotional and about bonding. This third time was raw and rough. He dominated me with his dirty talk and harsh commands while leaving marks with his mouth.
“There,” he said after sucking my neck. “Now everyone will see that you’re mine.”
I didn’t object to his old-fashioned claiming ritual. I was his now and he was mine, and as we lay closely together afterward, panting and sweating from exhaustion, the addictive feeling of oneness returned. Like a second heartbeat I could feel him inside of me.
“Wish all my little swimmers good luck. I want them to find your egg and give life to our first child,” Archer whispered and placed his hand on my stomach while spooning me.
“I think they already did,” I said, resting my hand on top of his, and turning my head to meet his eyes. “When I said my period was a little late, it wasn’t exactly true.”
“What do you mean?” Archer’s eyes were wide open.
“I’m not sure, but I think it’s been about seven weeks since I had my period.”
“How can you not be sure?”
“Well, it’s never been something I pay too much attention to. But it’s six or seven weeks.”
“Does that mean you’re pregnant?” The hope in his eyes melted me completely.
“I don’t know, but I’ve never been this late before.”
“But you said that being late was normal for you.”
“I lied – I was in denial, I guess.”
“When will we know for sure?” he asked eagerly.
“Maybe Finn could tell us. He’s a doctor after all.”
Archer opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout for Finn right this moment.
