-Archer-
It was hard to concentrate on talking when Harper looked good enough to eat, and I felt an overwhelming urge to mark her. My instincts were going wild inside me, my wolf growling the same words over and over.
Bend her over the couch! Bite her! Mark her! Ours, ours, ours!
The chant echoed in my mind, and all I wanted to do was claim her because Harper truly was ours. No one but us would touch her delicious little body, and no one else would have the honor of worshipping it. Yet, I sensed her unease about me, and I wouldn’t push this on her. I wanted her to ask me to mark her before I did.
“Archer, we were going to talk,” she said, cutting through my haze of lust and the need to mark her.
“Right,” I replied, attempting to refocus.
“Then why are you growling?” she asked, her b
