Bree’s P.O.V.
I was surprised, feeling how soft Archer’s lips actually were. He kissed so softly, I wondered if he had ever even kissed a girl before. But something seemed to snap in Archer, as his hands grabbed my hips and his head dipped lower. His kiss was no longer sweet and soft, but hard, hungry, greedy even. His tongue sneaked inside my mouth as if it had waited weeks and weeks to do so.
Well, basically… he had done just that.
He groaned, as he held my body in place using his hands. His Alpha dominance started to shine through, and more than anything, it scared me. I felt trapped, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, I felt as if I was making the biggest mistake of my life here.
*BREE STOP!* My wolf, Sheila, cried deep inside of me. I was hurting her, torturing her even. And I coul
