The Alpha's Bondage

All Mine

♚Archer♚

“Beautiful,” I stated as I slowly got to my feet. My eyes roamed over every inch of her in appreciation. I took a step back and smiled. I wanted her to watch me undress myself. I wanted her to feel the weight of my gaze on her body with the knowledge of what was about to happen. I pulled my shirt over my head, slow enough that her eyes followed the lines of my chest. The belt came next, the leather sliding free with a hiss that made her shiver. I dropped it aside, unbuttoned, unzipped, every motion deliberate. When I stepped out of the last of my clothes, there was nothing between us. Nothing but the heat, the mirror above the bed catching our bodies in golden light, and the truth of what we both wanted. And then I closed the small space between us and kissed her. The moment our mouths met, it was more than heat. It was a promise, raw and unspoken. I would worship her, ruin her, pleasure her until she forgot her own name and remembered only mine. My hand cupped her jaw, and my thumb tilted her chin just enough to deepen the kiss, while my other hand slid down her back, pulling her against me, skin to skin, heat to heat. Harley gasped into my mouth, and I swallowed it greedily, parting her lips and claiming her with my tongue. Her taste was everything. Sweet, intoxicating, and mine. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only Harley, only us, and only this wildfire that consumed everything in its path. Her hands clutched at me, and her nails dragged down my shoulders, desperate to anchor herself, but it was useless. I wasn’t giving her an anchor. I was dragging her under with me. Because it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a surrender. It was possession. It was the beginning of every pleasure I would give her, and every truth I would take from her. And when we finally broke apart, both of us gasped for air, I knew that neither of us would ever be the same.

“Archer,” she said my name, and it was filled with desperation and desire. I took her hand and guided her to the bed. She sank into the soft sheets, her eyes wide and shimmering, waiting, and I could feel my hunger spike all over again. I hovered above her, my lips traced the curve of her shoulder, down the hollow of her neck, and I tasted the warmth that belonged only to me. My hands slid across her sides, memorizing every line, every inch of skin, before teasing along her inner thighs, just shy of what I ached for. I leaned in and kissed her skin. I teased her n*****s with the tip of my tongue. She gasped and moaned as she shivered under me. My fingers traced delicate patterns over her, teasing and circling, just enough to make her squirm. I finally slid my hand between us, and Harley spread her legs further. I smiled against her skin as I kissed and licked her n*****s. I moved lower, easing myself down to the heat that was calling to me.

“Don’t forget,” I told her, and she nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust and need. “Don’t forget, Harley,” I repeated before I spread her even more. And when I pressed a finger to her, her gasp was like fire in my veins, and I leaned down to kiss the spot, then the next, then every sensitive patch I could find. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I drank in every sound, every shiver. I moved with precision, using my fingers, my lips, my tongue to unravel her slowly, expertly. I tasted her over and over while I paid special attention to her clit. My finger moved in and out of her tight heat with ease. She was so wet, and I listened to her every breath. Her hips bucked suddenly, and her orgasm slammed into her. Soft. Loud. Trembling. But I didn’t stop. I kept going. Every time she thought she might rest, I found another spot, another way to draw a gasp, a cry, a shudder. My hands kneaded, stroked, and teased. My mouth kissed, nipped, and licked. And every time she came, it was more intense than before, and I held nothing back. I enjoyed learning her body and the way she responded. I learned what she enjoyed and what she didn’t. It was more than anything I had ever experienced before, and I was obsessed.

“Archer!” she cried out as her body rippled with another orgasm. I smiled as I licked my lips. The room was filled with the scent of her, the sound of her, the heat of us together, and it was enough. I was lost in her, and she was lost in me. I crawled up her body and kissed her deeply. I wanted her to taste herself on my lips as I pressed another finger inside of her. Harley cried out again, and I pressed my forehead to hers as I basked in her ecstasy. I knew she was tired. I had taken so much already. I carefully slid my finger out and brought it to my mouth. Harley watched me with lazy, tired eyes as I sucked on it.

“Hmm,” I hummed around my finger. The taste of her was enough to make me crazy.

“Archer?” I knew what she was asking, but I shook my head. I had taken too much and I wasn’t selfish. Instead, I hovered over her and wrapped my hand around my aching length. Her gaze drifted down, and she watched me. I didn’t waste any time as I moved my hand fast with an iron grip. Precum leaked, and I used that as I grunted in pleasure. My gaze swept over her, and my pulse quickened. A moment later, I let out a loud, fierce growl as I shot my load over her breasts. Harley cried out in delight while my body shivered with the impact of my release.

“f**k,” I murmured as I slowed and milked my c**k against the heat of her skin. She arched up into me, and I smiled as I let myself go. Harley lazily brought her fingers down, and I watched as the hunger dimmed slightly as she twirled her fingers in my c*m. “That’s hot,”

“Is it?” she whispered before she brought her fingers to her lips and tasted me for the second time. I growled low before I claimed her mouth in a kiss so passionate the hunger roared to the surface. But I forced myself away as I climbed off the bed.

“Stay here,” I told her before I hurried into the bathroom. I turned on the water in the bath before I added some bath salts and bubble bath. I wanted her to relax for what came next. It was then that I caught my reflection in the mirror.

“Mate,” Rangar stated, and I sighed softly. He wasn’t wrong.

"All mine," I whispered as I stared at my reflection. "Ours," I added softly.

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