Archer crossed toward me and dipped his forehead to mine, smoothing his hand down the side of my face. His touch helped thaw what the fire couldn't, and I melted into him. "Thanks for keeping her safe, Grady."
He grunted and limped from the room.
"Talkative guy, isn't he?"
"Let's not talk about him anymore," I said, remembering his mention of the other wolves. Why hadn't he told me?
"I won't." Archer's breath caressed my lips, and I leaned in so it could touch all of me. He captured my mouth and probed it wider with his tongue, seeking the part of me that yearned for him the greatest.
As it flared to life, it caught my breath and curled my toes. Heat spread over my thighs, and I pressed in closer so he could feel every part of me that wanted him. With a groan, he worked his hand betw
