He smiles, rests his palms on the mattress, and takes my lips.
“My heat is coming by Friday,” I announce.
“We’ll give you our knots, but we won’t bite you.”
I grin and kiss him with need and hunger.
Archer breaks our kiss. He grabs the hem of his paint splattered shirt from behind, tugging it over his head. He tosses it to the floor. I stare in aww at each defined muscle.
“Your body is a masterpiece,” I murmur, my fingers tracing the wolf crowned like a king etched in the center of his chest.
“Show me your pussy, baby,” he demands, dropping his jeans and boxers to reveal his impressive length. Purple veins trace the thick, curved shaft.
“You’re all so big. I don’t know how I’m supposed to take each of you.”
He smirks, wrapping his hand around himself. “You’ll be so relaxed from the pleasure, you’ll handle us all.”
Archer kicks his clothes aside and sinks to his knees. I slide my panties down from beneath me, letting them fall to the floor. My perfume blossoms around us. I’m so high off his black currant, leather, and musk scent I want to take his knot now.
“I hated our fathers seeing our omega in just a sweatshirt. No one gets to look at your body except your pack.”
I lean over and rub my nose against his. “I doubt that will ever happen again.”
“Damn sure won’t,” he growls.
I ease back on my hands and spread my legs. Archer lifts them, holding them wide open.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his tongue tracing over his pink lips.
He showers kisses along my thighs. “I love your caramel skin that smells like apples, lavender, and jasmine.”
I thread a hand through his fiery curls as my slick gathers. “Oh fuck, Archer.”
His tongue glides from my skin to my core.
“Archer,” I cry, hips bucking against his mouth. He devours me with his tongue as if it were his cock.
“So fucking pretty. And mine.” His words spark my first climax.
He sucks up my flowing slick.
What the hell is this alpha doing to me?
Archer reaches up, pinching my nipple while his tongue dances along my pussy. His teeth gently clamp my clit.
Chest rising and falling, his gaze locks with mine. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Archer,” I whimper.
Then, unexpectedly, he flicks his tongue over my clit and slides two fingers inside my pussy. The sensation overwhelms me.
Gripping my hair with one hand and curling the other into the comforter, I roar, “Archer, I’m coming.”
The orgasm feels like a tornado tore through my body in the best way.
He rises to his feet, one hand resting on my thigh while the other strokes himself. I watch closely as he shoots his cum, flooding my pussy.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls.
