MATURE SCENE WARNING. Explicit sexual content, got that 🌶️🌶️🌶️ + 🍑 + 🍆 action within this chapter right after this. Be warned, ye younger readers. You can skip to the next chapter if you need to.
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"Mmph," I let out a moan as Archer placed me on the bathroom counter, his tongue flicking over the pulse on my neck.
The leftover steam from the shower puffed around, and in mists between our lips as we both made sounds of ecstasy. I was not completely without experience, there had been a boy I liked in my pack, who ended up being mated to another girl but we did fool around. But this, nothing like that could compare to this bliss.
Archer licked the spot where he would mark me, doing things to me with his tongue I never dared to imagine anyone would do. I clutched onto his strong back, feeling the ridges of his muscles. He was shirtless already, but I was still clothed.
He tore my shirt off in one fluid motion. Looking at me with lust and adoration, Archer's grin made me weak in the knees. Good thing I wasn't standing. I looked at him too, my eyes half-lidded, my lips swollen with his ministrations.
"Mine." He murmured, staking his claim.
His hands rested on my hips, and Archer's lips met mine again, stroking my tongue with his. We battled for dominance and I lost. Gripping my ass firmly, he squeezed and I locked my legs around him. He wedged his body in between my legs, hardness pressing against my core. I tilted my head so he had better access as he kissed down the column of my throat, leading to the valley between my breasts.
When his lips enclosed over one of my nipples, I arched my back for him and in approval he swirled his tongue around while his other hand slid downwards, meeting my wetness.
"Uh, ngh," Incoherent sounds left my mouth as he inserted two fingers, pumping me at the same time as worshiping my breasts with his lips.
He hissed as we rocked against one another.
"So wet for me," Archer said in awe.
"Archer," I said his name, and that must have broken his self restraint.
One second his pants were on and the next they were off. His hard length teased my entrance.
"I want to treasure every inch of your body, and I will soon. But now, I will mark you."
With that, Archer lifted his hips and entered me, thrusting deep inside. I almost screamed, were my brother not sleeping. A muffled loud moan came from me. For a few seconds he was slower, in consideration for my first time.
My walls began stretching for him, accommodating to his size. The pleasure building up in me was incredible, and I could only thank him by my mewls of appreciation and kisses.
Archer picked up the pace, and I writhed against his body trying to match his pace. He was shattering and stirring my insides, and I wanted it, I wanted all of him.
Archer's fangs protruded and it was clear his wolf was in control for now.
He leaned down as I said, "Archer, I'm, I'm com-"
His teeth plunged into my neck, creating his mark and as I shuddered, I tightened around him and his cum filled me to the brim.
I responded and made my mark on him too. Afterwards when our fangs retracted, he took me to the shower for round two.
And three. And four.
Lathering my hair with soap, he worked his way down. My body was a flame and he was the one stoking my fire. He was taking me higher and higher and I never wanted to come back down. Archer's fingers worked wonders in the knots over my shoulder muscles, as the tension heightened so much during the day's events.
He drew mindless circles and shapes over my skin, and I did the same with his chest and abs. After he washed the soap off my body, he guided me to a leaning position. It felt so lewd, as I gripped the edge of the tub. Kneading and holding my breasts, he said my name before our bodies met again in a divine position.
Entering me from behind, he was so big and I felt so thoroughly stretched. This position allowed us to feel more intensely, and as he moved I moaned loudly.
I couldn't help his name coming out of my mouth too.
"Do you feel okay?" He asked me after our second time.
"Yes, more than okay," I smiled at him.
We put on bathrobes and he picked me up in his arms.
"I can walk you know," I slapped his chest playfully. Though, I did feel a bit weaker down there.
His eyes twinkled and he said, "I want to carry you."
We reached our bedroom, and he kissed me. It led to a passionate make out session with our tongues tangling. He closed the door with me in his arms and our lips locked. This time, the soft bed underneath us creaked quietly as we made love. He held one of my thighs with one hand and with the other my hand in his as he pushed into me slowly.
I was glad for werewolf stealth and strength, as it helped me prolong my state of happy place with Archer and more crescendos reaching into a wonderful climax.
By the end of the night I was so satiated, lying in his arms, panting for breath. My eyelids began fluttering in fatigue.
"We'll talk tomorrow. Sleep, my love." He kissed the top of my head.
Archer wrapped me into his embrace and I closed my eyes, drifting off to a delicious state of sleep.