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Chapter Six
Archer’s lips were on mine, making me lose all sensibilities. Since we found out we were mates yesterday, we hadn’t left each other’s side. We’d stayed the night at the lake house, with me curled up in his warm, strong arms.
Being with Archer now was different than it ever had. Not only was he an unbelievably good kisser, but it was like time ceased to exist. We’d just spent the night talking aimlessly and kissing and kissing and kissing.
His lips were like liquid fire. His skin on mine sent tingles down my spine. I wasn’t really sure where we stood, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted him, and even that wasn’t enough.
We’d slowly shed items of clothing in our hours of kissing. I’d peeled off his shirt, needing to feel his skin at my fingertips. Hours later, he shredded my top, in one of our moments that almost got out of control. He lost his shorts in one of our more heated make outs, and the same with mine. Subsequently, we’d slowed down, Archer not wanting to go too fast. He’d claimed he didn’t want me to regret anything, but at this point I wasn’t sure I’d regret it.
Archer’s tongue moved with mine, making me shiver in all the right ways. My fingertips reached underneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs. And he let out a small grunt of protest. I started to slowly pull them down, and he pulled away.
“Amity, I promised you we would take things slow. I don’t want to damage this before it even starts,” he sighed, “It’s not like I don’t want to, because you should know by now that I have never wanted anyone so fucking bad.”
It was pretty evident when he was turned on, having had his hard on pressed against me for most of the night. Honestly, with his size it would be a little hard to hide it. That, and Archer had no shame.
“We don’t have to have sex, I mean, you gave me my first orgasm last week with your hands. I could…,” I trailed off, my face a fiery hot red.
“Oh fuck,” Archer moaned, “Amity, you don’t…I don’t want to make you feel like you have to.”
“I want to,” I said, my face turning an even deeper shade of violent red. Archer’s lips crashed on mine, hungry. I moaned involuntarily, and he tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to him if that was even possible.
A door slammed downstairs, and we pulled away. Archer let out a complaint in the form of sexually frustrated groan. I smiled a little.
“ARCHER?” Reese’s voice yelled. Archer sighed, and got up.
“I’ll go see what he wants. It’ll give you some time,” he said, leaving. I got up, walking into Archer’s en-suite to see just how swollen my lips were. Hickeys scattered my neck and my hair was in a mess. I quickly brushed my hair, leaving it down to try and hide the hickeys on my neck. I pulled on Archer’s t-shirt and my shorts, climbing down the stairs quietly. I stopped mid-way, wanting to hear how this was going down.
“Dude, you got a girl up there?” Reese asked.
“Amity,” Archer replied.
“You know I don’t like it when you’re practically naked around her,” Reese said, referring to Archer’s lack of pants or shirt. He wore only his boxer briefs, showing off the delightful contours of his muscles. Archer shrugged.
“What the fuck, man, you let a girl give you a fucking hickey?” Reese asked.
“Yeah, about that, I found my mate,” Archer said.
“What? Who? Why didn’t you tell me? Where is she? Is she smoking hot?” Reese demanded. I came the rest of the way down the stairs, walking into the living room where Archer and Reese were sitting.
Archer pulled me into his lap, sitting so my back was against the arm rest of the loveseat.
“Hey sis,” Reese said, not piecing it together, “Did you hear Archer’s found his mate? Future Luna, unlucky bitch.”
“Don’t call her a bitch,” Archer said.
“Yeah, um, Archer was just…telling me,” I said.
“Why are you wearing Archer’s shirt?” Reese asked.
“Archer ruined my other shirt,” I said, not lying. He had literally ripped it off of me, shredding the fabric.
“Sorry princess, I’ll buy you a new one,” Archer said, pecking my cheek. I tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Oh no. No way. Nah, that’s disgusting. Really? No,” Reese flipped out, “You can’t be fucking serious!”
“Serious as a fucking heart attack,” Archer said.
“Excuse me while I go fucking puke,” Reese said, “You and her, ugh. MY SISTER. MY SISTER. My fucking sister.”
“Calm down,” I sighed.
“It’s just, ew,” Reese sighed, “I mean, ugh!” he went on.
“How many fucking hickeys did you give her? Oh god, I’m cock-blocking you, but no, it’s okay, because it’s my sister. That’s just sick!” Reese continued.
“We’re waiting,” Archer said, “Taking things slow.”
“Good, I swear, she may be your mate, but she’s still my sister,” Reese said, “An I don’t care if you are the future Alpha or whatever, there will be no PDA in front of me or sex when I am near, understood?”
“We’ll see,” I said softly, kissing Archer hard on the lips. He pulled away, laughing hysterically, while Reese sat glaring.
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