He flushes and spreads his legs, enough for me to see his slick-coated ass and thighs and a hint of his hole. “I want your knot.”
I let out a deep, rumbling groan, and Ruby laughs, the sound deep and husky.
“Hold on there, boys. We need to get our sweet omega warmed up first. Don’t want to ruin the rest of your heat because you hurt yourself on his giant knot.”
Archer winces and nods, fighting off another whine when he speaks. “O-okay, but soon, please. I need it.”
God, he really is sweet. Sweet and fucking sexy.
I move closer, leaning over him slowly, giving him enough time to show if he’s okay with this, then place a tentative kiss on his lips.
He smiles against my mouth and wraps a hand around the back of my neck to keep me close as he kisses me back.
My heart soars at the feel of his mouth against mine, a piece of a puzzle I didn’t even realize I was missing slotting into place.
Mine.
“Fuck, Archer,” I whisper as our lips part briefly, stunned.
Our mouths meet again, more hungry and insistent this time, tongues stroking together as Archer pulls me down on top of him. Worried about crushing him with my weight, I try to roll us over to our sides and let out a grunt of pain when my bad shoulder meets the hard edge of something instead of the cushy mattress.
Archer pulls back immediately. “Shit, are you okay?”
I dig through the covers to find what I rolled onto and pull it out. A surprised huff of laughter falls from my lips when I see the cover of the hardback. “You like Moonblood?”
Archer snatches the book from me, cheeks pinking. “Y-yeah. I know, I’m a total nerd.”
Warmth spreads in my chest. It’s silly, but finding out that he’s reading my favorite book series settles something inside me. A thread of connection that makes him seem less of a stranger and more of a kindred spirit.
“It’s my favorite. Just wait until you get to book four.”
Archer’s mouth drops open at my words. “Oh, I know! I’m actually rereading. For the third time. Ugh, when Guinevere and Fallon finally get together but then?—”
“Spoilers!” Ruby interrupts. “What if I want to read it?”
Archer pretends to zip his lips, but leans in and whispers, his breath sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. “Kissing both of you reminds me of how Fallon felt when he was with Gwen and Armand under the waterfall.”
My mouth is on his again, showing him how much I agree.
After a minute of deep, drugging kisses, Ruby clears her throat. “Why don’t we get naked before we reenact your favorite scene?”
I pull back and realize that there’s something I desperately need to do before anything else. I push up from Archer’s side and reach a hand out to Ruby, who gives me a surprisingly shy smile but moves closer.
“About time,” she murmurs as I wrap a hand around her waist and dip my head.
The little sigh she releases as our lips meet is my undoing. I moan against her mouth, and she captures the sound greedily.
Kissing Ruby is like taking a shot of potent liquor. It leaves my mind fuzzing and my chest aching, warmth spreading down to pool in my gut. There’s the briefest flash of worry that getting addicted to her will be as ruinous as my struggle with alcohol, but it’s gone as soon as we pull apart and she looks as undone as I feel.
Her dreamy smile shifts into a wicked one when sees Archer watching us and stroking his cock. “Take your clothes off.”
I’m about to say she should do the same, but she’s already grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head.
Fuck me, I already knew what she looked like naked, but seeing her in person, inches away from me and in Archer’s nest, is an almost religious experience.
She’s not wearing a bra, and her rosy, pierced nipples are stiff. Begging to be sucked and teased. This close, I can see all the fine lines of the tattoos on her sternum, a work of art to match the beauty of her full curves.
Archer’s breath hitches. “Oh wow. God, you’re so beautiful.”
