“We’ve had a deep talk this morning, an important one, and now if it’s okay with you, I’d like to lighten things up and enjoy the rest of our day to the best of our abilities.”
“Okay.” I pry my eyes away from the handsome man standing right before me and look toward the old cabin. This structure was made by men, yet somehow looks perfectly in place amongst the trees and greenery.
Archer takes me in his arms and inhales my scent. “Just so my intentions are clear, I want to go into that cabin, take off all our clothes, and show you what you mean to me.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, but I keep my gaze trained on his. I can’t deny how wonderful it would be to do something so natural, so physical. Maybe if I let my body take over, my brain will shut up and give me some peace for a while.
I swallow down any last bit of hesitation, and whisper, “I want that too.”
And that’s all it takes for Archer to sweep me into his arms, jog up the porch steps, and jam the key into the doorknob. He sets me down as soon as we’re inside and shoves me back against the closed door.
“So, so long I’ve wanted to claim you,” he growls, tracing kisses along my neck, my collarbone. I’m still in my pajamas from earlier that morning, but I don’t care. They’ll be coming off soon anyway.
My hands roam his chest, his back, any part of him I can reach. He’s impossibly close, but somehow not close enough. I want more.Need.
“Ever since I first saw your profile on knotty.net, I’ve dreamed of bringing you here, of making you scream out my name,” he growls against my skin.
“Archer.” I moan. “Make me scream.”
He doesn’t know I’ve done this all before. Hell, I hardly remember the past as the present overtakes me, body and soul.
I’ve spent the better part of two weeks lusting over Archer, relieving my built-up tension each night by visiting flashbacks of him naked with that beta. And now it’s my turn with him. All future turns are mine. Could be, if I find a way to make it work.
Later.I need to be here in this moment, squeeze every last bit of pleasure in case this is my last time… with Archer, with any man for that matter.
He lifts my shirt over my head, and I tug at his. Our tongues clash as our hands continue to explore. I want to study each and every one of his beautiful tattoos, but not until I get what I really need. Not until Archer fucks me so long and hard that my eyes will be the only part of me still able to move. Then I can drink him in. Then I can appreciate his art.
Right now, though, I want his cock.
“I need you,” I say through clenched teeth, a satisfied hiss escaping as he traces his fingers over my taut nipples.
I wriggle out of my pajama bottoms and fumble with the clasp on Archer’s jeans. “Take off your fucking pants.”
“So hot.” He moans against me as he follows orders. Omegas aren’t supposed to give orders, and perfect, virginal omegas definitely aren’t supposed to know what they want in bed.
But we’re not in bed. We’re still pressed up against the door. Also I’m nobody’s perfect omega. Not even Archer’s.
Once his pants and boxers are off, he trails his finger over my opening where a healthy flow of slick has already prepared my body for him.
“Fuck me,” I beg, taking him in my hand and stroking, squeezing, readying him for me. “Right here. Right now.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment before shoving my panties to the side and lifting me onto his dick.
He jams into me hard, and we let out a synchronized groan of pleasure. Fuck.
He is so much bigger than Duncan was. My inner walls burn from being forced apart, being forced to accommodate him. And the pain hurts so good. It reminds me that I’m still alive, that I can still derive pleasure from this tortured body.
Archer pushes me into the wall and shoves my hands overhead, holding them in place with his as he continues to pound into me. My legs hold tight, grasping, clenching, pulling him deeper.
“Archer,” I say, biting his lip, sucking it hard into my mouth.
“Archer,” I say again, louder this time, between pants. “Archer!” I scream when he presses my wrists together against that wall so that he can hold onto them with one hand and use the other to hoist my ass and drive into me even harder.
“Fuck, Violet. What are you doing to me?” he cries, groans, pants, but he doesn’t stop.
Pine and patchouli mix with cherry and vanilla to create the most intoxicating blend of pheromones I’ve ever scented. It’s the fragrance of us. The scent of this moment, and God, is it good.
ARCHER