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His hand comes up and grips my hip, his thumb tracing slow patterns on my skin. Lazy touches that don’t match the tension I can see lining his entire body.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into. Because now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go.”

I cup his cheeks, lifting his gaze to meet mine. “I don’t think I ever want to go anywhere else. I want this. I want you, Archer. All of you.”

He surges forward once again, capturing my lips with his own. His kiss only grows even hungrier when his touch drifts between my thighs, and he feels how slick I am for him.

There’s the clink of his belt unbuckling before he’s breaking the kiss and pulling me to the edge of the counter. My legs fall open for him, baring myself to his gaze.

He meets my eyes once more, maybe to make sure I’m still on board with everything—maybe because he wants to see first hand what he’s doing to me—but he doesn’t find any sort of hesitation there.

My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are glazed, and I’m practically panting with my need for him to fuck me on this countertop.

He takes his cock out his boxers and lines the head against my entrance. It’s a stark contrast, my nakedness and the fact that he’s still in all of his clothes from last night. It only turns me on more.

“Please, Archer,” I whisper, leaning back on my elbows.

He grips my hips and thrusts forward, burying himself in my pussy in one thrust.

I throw my head back, a strangled cry leaving my throat. He’s not as long as Kane, but he’s thicker. His girth, in combination with his fast entrance, has me feeling him in my lungs.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants, as he thrusts into me. “God, you feel like heaven. Like you were made to take me.”

All I can do is reach up, grip his shoulders, and—well, like he said—take it. This is different than last night. Last night, there was a frantic sense of urgency because of my heat spike. Now, the sense of urgency comes solely from Archer’s desire for me.

When his thumb finds his way to my clit, my brain starts shortcircuiting.

“Oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby girl. Milk my cock for me. I want to feel your pussy fluttering around my knot.”

His knot starts to swell at the base of his cock as my orgasm builds. I can feel it against me with each thrust. It sends a delicious thrill throughout my entire body.

“Please, Archer. Give me your knot. Please?—”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts forward, locking his knot inside me and for the second time in twelve hours, I come around an alpha’s knot.

“Fuck,” he hisses as his own release hits him.

If it weren’t for the way he’s holding me pressed up against him, I would’ve collapsed onto the counter.

“That—that was—” I don’t think I can find the words to describe how amazing that was.

“Yeah,” he grunts, pulling me closer to him. The movement makes his knot pull inside me, and I let out a soft moan. “Shit, sorry.”

“No—no, it’s okay, it’s just a feeling I’m not used to yet.”

“This wasn’t the best place to knot you.” He winces apologetically. “Hold onto me.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him and he grips my ass, lifting me up and carrying me to the couch. He takes the fuzzy throw blanket and wraps it around my shoulders.

“Better?” He asks, his hands coming to rest at my hips as I straddle him.

I nod, reveling in our closeness. I passed out pretty quickly last night. I didn’t get to soak in the feeling of being stuck on an alpha’s knot.

It’s perfect.

There’s something about it that just feels so right, like we were made for this.