Annalise's POV
The thought of mating with Archer, of feeling his delicious warmth inside of me, has me burning with want. My need for him is visceral, every cell of my body calling for connection, desperate to feel the tell-tale ripples of his matching tingles as we touch, our bodies lost completely in carnal pleasure.
I want him to take me as I am, pale and glowing under the moonlight. And I want him to mount me as a beast, our wolves rutting in the woods, howling into the night. The image is so startling that I moan as I feel the press of him pushing its way to my core.
And he isn't even here. It's all in my mind. My body is wet and ready for him, my juices threatening to run down my leg, my lower lips engorged. It takes all of my strength not to fall to run back towards that ballro
