Archer’s POV
“Again!” Elder Nicolas’s voice booms through the clearing. I can hear the frustration in his voice and I cannot blame him with how distracted I have been.
I mean, f**k, how can I not be when my little mate is standing there looking all sexy as hell in those fitted athletic pants and that f*****g sports bra that pushes all her delicious curves up for me to see. Her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, f**k my d**k is getting hard again just thinking about how I’d like to get her all sweaty in a different way.
We have been training all morning; the obstacle course, target practice and sparing, all of which I am supposed to use this new gift of magic to make me even more deadly than I was before. Some of the sparing is between myself and my little mate and some
