Anne Archer Hot Novels & Stories

lucky him! Archer, being the son of the present Beta male held the position of the future Beta of their pack, had short, spiky sandy brown hair, green hazel eyes, a built body, dressed in a white shirt that hugged his body, showing off his belly abs, black jean jacket with a pair of black boots. Archer was also mated but to a male and the two loved each other dearly, not Minding the fact that they were the same sex. Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing.

Archer's head was buried in her chest, so Catherine couldn't see his face, but she could hear his powerful grunting. "Ummmmh, Archer baby, I am gonna cum," moaned the woman arching her back. Catherine felt her body shivering and her private part becoming moist at the scene unfolding before her. Suddenly, with a swift pull, Archer pulled the woman up and sat on his big swivel chair without breaking the connection. The woman started riding him in full force. In that position Catherine could clearly see the big thick member of Archer that was penetrating that woman. His huge chocolaty monster was glistening with her juices that flowed down to his balls. With their each move his nearly eight inc

I’d never seen so many beautiful things in my life, and the most perfect thing of all sat in front of them. Archer watched me with a smile, lounging in a leather armchair. His white shirt was half unbuttoned, showing a sinful slice of that strong chest. His legs were spread, those fitted trousers hugging him. He sipped his whiskey and looked sexier and more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “Come in already, Tempest... I’m not going to bite you... yet.” His low voice hid promises. I shut the door behind me, swallowed hard, and I’ll admit my pussy leaked a little.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see a young brunette staring at me all doe-eyed, her arousal offending my nostrils instantly. "Ugh, every time," Archer grumbled as she batted her lashes and pushed her chest up further in her little crop top and shorts, her face laced with desire. "What can I get ya, handsome?" "Bleach to use on my eyes and nostrils," Archer spat, retreating to the back of my mind. "Menu's," I snapped with a wave of my hand; girls like that disgusted me, so desperate! Turning around, she bent over suggestively to get the menus from under the counter and passed them to me with a wink. She was one wrong decision away from an STI.

Hunter invited Archer to stand between us. “The day we have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Luna Irina and I have been praying for this day since the day Archer was born. We can retire and lounge around our son’s home.” Hunter grinned at Archer, who rolled his eyes. They seemed to have found their groove in the past couple of weeks and it felt so damn good. Hunter was planning on paying Archer back for every single thing he did to us over the past eighteen years!

Not to mention several bodyguards surrounding the mansion. "By the way, there was a man pacing back and forth in front of the morgue earlier. He had a bow-and-arrow tattoo on his upper arm." Jack froze. "Why?" Elena asked, puzzled. "He's one of Nicklaus Hunter's men."

Fast. The set blazes with white lights, bright enough to sting my eyes. The assistant gives me a once-over, her nose wrinkling like the sight of me in too-small lingerie is somehow offensive. I adjust the waistband, the fabric biting into my skin and leaving angry red lines across my hips and ass. “Ready?” she asks flatly. No. But I nod anyway. The photographer lifts his camera. I angle my body, searching for a pose that hides my shaking hands. That’s when Archer storms back in, my phone in his grip, the ringtone drilling through the air. Rage burns in his eyes as he strides toward me, holding the screen up like evidence.

Archer’s brow furrows as he realizes that I’ve been watching the entire show he just put on. My face feels so hot and tense as he continues to stare down at me. I’m violently aware at the moisture that has collected in between my legs. My fight or flight kicks in and I bolt out of the door. I get back to my own room and slam the door behind me. I sling my backpack off and bury my head in my pillow, begging the memories of what just happened to leave my brain. I think Debbie was right. I think I have the hots for Archer. I scream into my pillow out of frustration.

“Rember generalizations, and you can say anything.” “How exactly is Archer? And how can I get out of this?” I saw a glimmer of hope if I had this woman on my side. “Archer is a more vial creature than your father. It’s bad. I’ve been instructed to tell you not to fight back and always say yes. He won’t hurt you if there is no challenge. He enjoys breaking someone's will.” She rolled her eyes and slammed her fists into the seat. “But even then, there is no guarantee. They want you pregnant as soon as possible. Are your heats regular yet?”

She left before giving him a chance to reply. Archer stared at the sexy figure of the retreating blonde beauty and was instantly filled with lust. He had devoured many beautiful she-wolfs before and it was always easy for him as they easily fell for his charms, but, this unmated she-wolf was hard to please. He had heard a lot about her. She was the first-ever female head warrior and could fight really well. She was the perfect combination of beauty and strength. He was sipping his drink and imagining having a passionate night with Adele when he heard his phone ring. He checked and saw it was his friend Chris. "Have you arrived yet?" asked Archer.