Chapter 315

That night, I take Archer by the hand and lead him toward my bedroom. He follows without complaint, without any word at all.

My head and my heart are still reeling from his words. My adrenaline still pumping from our fight.

I’ll never let you go into battle… without me by your side.

There’s a promise there, for us to stay together. To never part. I want to live in that moment for a while longer, to let it protect me like a shell, keeping out thoughts and worries that the appearance of a new mate might split us all apart.

As soon as we are in my room with the door closed behind us, Archer reaches for me and I reach for him. Our mouths collide first, followed quickly by our arms wrapping around each other.

Archer laps his tongue into my mouth. I meet it with my own, and we tangle, sucking and licking at each other, stealing each other’s breaths away.

Neither of us were wearing many clothes to begin with, just work-out shorts and tank tops. Me, with my sports bra.

As our tongues intertwine, our hands push and pull at our clothes. We’re both impatient, though, so most of our clothes end up torn and destroyed on the ground.

When we’re naked, I leap into Archer’s waiting arms. He grabs me by the ass and lifts me high. I wrap my legs around his back. From this angle, I’m the one in charge of the kiss. It’s exhilarating, being the one on top.

Archer doesn’t let me have it for long. He walks me toward the bed and then throws me down onto it.

I bounce a few times, looking at him. He stares at my chest.

“Archer…” I sigh.

As my tits stop shaking, he looks back up at me. “Is that how you address me here?”

No, it’s not.

“Are you or aren’t you my slut?” Archer demands, dropping his voice even lower. I shiver as my pussy gets damper.

“I’m your slut, Daddy,” I tell him. I part my legs, offering him a generous view of how very wet he gets me. “And I’ve been a very good girl.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he growls as he crawls over me. He leans down like he might be about to kiss me, but then his mouth drops to my tit instead. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I bow my back, suddenly overwhelmed by pleasure.

Once he’s satisfied one nipple has had enough attention, he kisses down the valley of my breasts and up the peak to the other, more neglected nipple. It remains neglected no longer. At the same moment, he reaches his hand down toward my pussy and slips a finger inside of me.

“Ah!” I gasp. Gods, he knows just how to touch me to wring every last drop of pleasure from my aching and willing body. He curls his finger, hitting that special spot inside of me, and I very nearly buck off the bed.

“If my slut wants Daddy’s dick, she’ll stay still like a good girl.”

“I am a good girl…” I whimper and whine. “It feels so good, Daddy, please.”

“I know it does,” Archer says, with a tiny measure of sympathy in his voice. “But this can’t be all you want, is it? I know you want Daddy’s dick.”

“I do…” I gasp as he pushes into the spot again. “I do… please, Daddy.”

“My slut is so fucking needy,” Archer growls. That sympathy is gone. “You’ll be lucky if you get my dick at all.”

I bite back a whine. “Please… Please…”

Archer pulls himself back, up onto his knees. Two of his fingers are still buried inside of me. He reaches now with his other hand, and circles my clit with his thumb.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my back arching. “Ah!”

“So needy. Such a slut. A needy, wanton whore, desperate for my dick. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it. Oh, I want it so bad. Please, Daddy… Please give me your dick.”

“You want Daddy to fuck you good?”

“Yes… Yes!”

“You want Daddy to make you scream?”

“Oh, please!”

“Then fucking brace yourself.”

I reach behind me and grab my pillow with tight fists.

Archer removes his fingers. He strokes himself once, twice, while gazing down at me. Then, he lines himself up and slides straight in, all the way to the hilt.

By now, my body is used to the stretch. Any thoughts of pain have long since gone. I only know pleasure with my lovers now.

Which is good, because Archer gives me no time to recover before he pulls back, nearly all the way out, and then immediately slams in again.

It’s a fast, gripping pace, that rattles the bedframe and pushes me down into the mattress.

God, it feels so good, I’m overwhelmed. His dick is so hot inside of me. His hard body on top of me is almost too much. I’m sweaty and begging. Babbling, really. I don’t even know what I’m saying.

“Daddy… Daddy, please, oh…”

Archer picks up the pace and soon I’m screaming.

But nothing is sexier than his grunts in my ear, choked off moans and deep guttural grunts as he exerts himself to the limit, pushing himself inside of me, driving us both so closely to the edge.

“Bare your throat, slut!” Archer roars, and I do, tilting my head far to one side to expose my bare throat to his rapt focus.

He growls again, loud and low. I swear I see his fangs extend in his mouth.

Gods, is he going to give me the mating bite?

In that moment, it’s all I want. More, more, yes, more. Bite me, please.

It’s hard to think straight with his dick pistoning inside of me, hitting every spot of pleasure.

I’m already at the edge. The bite would topple me over.

“Archer!” I cry out. This isn’t a game anymore. This is what I want. He is who I want. “Please! Please!”

He bucks quicker and quicker, his pace more irregular now. He’s at the edge just like I am.

He draws his hand back, and I can see it clearer now. His teeth are turning sharp. That bite is going to hurt but it will make me his.

Do it, my heart whispers. Make me yours.

Together, we topple over the edge. I claw my fingers down his back and scream.

He growls as he surges forward, mouth open.

I brace myself…

But the bite doesn’t come.

Archer tears through the pillowcase with his sharp teeth. He roars as he cums, shaking feathers loose. They flutter around my head.

The aftershocks shake through us both, and then, finally spent, he collapses on top of me.

I’m not bitten. I’m not claimed.

I’ve just had mind-blowing sex, which is nice, but… I can’t help but feel a touch disappointed.

I want to belong to the brothers, not some unknown.

If they don’t claim me by my birthday, they might lose their chance for good.

Archer holds me, the sweat between our bodies slowly cooling.

And my heart breaks.