Archer’s POV
Trying to focus on the reports in front of me is challenging when my mind keeps drifting back to my mate. The sound her voice, her giggles, her f*****g moaning as she ate her food. f**k, It is all getting to me and my wolf. I have to adjust myself in my chair to ease the growing issue I have in my pants.
“You alright there Archer?” Wil asks with amusement in his voice. I look up from the papers that I have in my hands and see the smirk on my best friend’s face. Asshole! He knows the problem, and the fucker is laughing at my expense.
“Seems like someone is asking for extra border patrol duty. Say, midnight to six am so you can still make it to morning training. Eastern border seems fitting, wouldn’t you say.” That is the worst location and shift, who’s laughin
