Archer’s POV
Waking up with my little mate in my arms, in my bed, in my pack, with my mark on her neck; does something to me that I hadn’t anticipated. The primal need to claim her had been driving me crazy all these weeks, but now having her be mine completely, her by my side in the space I have always reserved for her, pulls on my baser needs to have her once more.
I have to hold myself back as I watch her sleeping in my arms, my growing need nestled between us. I could wake her up the nice way, but she needs her sleep and I want to take care of her in every way possible, not just in between the sheets.
‘Hey Archer, got a minute’ Wil’s voice fills my head.
I try not to show my annoyance at having him in my head while I’m in such an intimate position with my mate. ‘What’s going
