Chapter Sixteen
Archer and I were tangled in the sheets of his bedroom when I woke up. I loved sleeping in his bed; just being able to be surrounded by his scent was amazing. I knew Archer was already awake, as he was holding my hand and silently playing with my fingers.
“Morning,” I said, turning to face him. He smiled, and pecked my lips. This was how things always started with Archer; a chaste peck. But then the hormonal alpha werewolf in him came out, and he was hungrily kissing, wanting more. Then it led to mind blowing sex.
In a matter of minutes, he had me pinned underneath him, holding my hands above my head. I could feel his boner, and I rolled my eyes. He was so predictable.
“Again, already?” I asked, feigning frustration.
“I’m sorry, princess, it’s what you do to me, with your hot naked little body between my sheets,” he growled out.
“Ugh,” I feigned annoyance.
“If you really don’t want to, I can go take a cold shower…?” Archer asked, softening, he must’ve actually believed me. I burst out laughing, and he growled.
“Fuck, Amity, you had me worried. You’re going to pay,” he said, and I squealed as he left slobbery kisses across my face. He captured my lips, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me so he couldn’t leave my lips.
A few rounds of earth-shattering sex later, I got up, slipping on Archer’s shirt and my underwear, however, I was braless as Archer tore it last night in a fit.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, then smirked, “We’ll go together and you can model for me.”
I rolled my eyes at him, just as my stomach growled. He picked me up quickly, tossing me over his shoulder.
“My fiancée is hungry!” he growled playfully, smacking my ass as he tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me down the stairs, and set me on the counter top, kissing me.
“What would you like?” he asked.
“Oh, are you cooking?” I asked.
“Of course, anything for my itty bitty Amity.”
“Well, I’m not so sure I want to eat it if you’re cooking,” I laughed.
“Oh shush, I am not a bad cook,” he said.
“Didn’t you set my kitchen on fire?”
“That was all Reese and you know it!” he defended himself. I laughed, and he kissed me.
“Pancakes?” he whispered against my lips.
“Mhmm,” I nodded, kissing him. I hopped off the counter, and helped him get stuff together. I got out the syrup, butter, and whipped cream.
“Where are the strawberries?” I asked, planning on topping my pancakes with them. Archer smirked.
“Where do you think?” he asked.
“I’ll go get them,” I said, climbing the stairs to his room. I grabbed them and ran back down the stairs. I sliced some up for our pancakes. Archer walked over and flopped a large stack of pancakes down. I split them between the two of us, coating them in butter, strawberries, syrup, and whipped cream.
“Mm,” Archer said, finding my lips and capturing them his own. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and he slid the plates to one side with one hand while picking me up, his hand on my ass, lifting me onto the counter. My hands roamed his bare chest, as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
“Oh my,” I heard Amara remark, and I pulled away from Archer’s kiss quickly. He disappointedly sighed and turned around to face his mother.
“Hi mom,” he grumbled. I smacked him lightly, as if it would make him behave.
“Well, I take it from the lack of clothing that she said yes?” Amara smiled hopefully. I blushed, and hopped off the counter.
“She did,” Archer smiled goofily. Amara squealed with happiness.
“Yay! I’m so happy for you two. Congratulations! I’ve always loved you like a daughter, Amity and now you are! Oh we have a wedding to plan. Have you picked out a date?”
“No,” I smiled.
“Soon?” Archer asked.
“Soon,” I agreed.
“Archer, go find your fiancée some pants,” Amara said. Archer left quickly.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “For the whole, clothes and the making out and stuff.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. I understand, I’ve been there. Besides, if you guys weren’t having sex around the clock I’d be worried,” she laughed, “Go on and take breakfast upstairs.”
I took the plates and some forks upstairs. I walked in Archer’s room, shutting the door behind me. Archer tossed me some sweatpants. I slipped them on, sitting on his bed and eating the food.
After we finished breakfast, we showered together, as according to Archer, “It’s better for the environment.”
I wrapped myself in towel, and put on some of Archer’s clothes, despite them being huge on me. I found one of the bras I’d left here before and slipped it on.
“God damn I love you in my clothes,” Archer cussed, kissing me.
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