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not aggressive, nothing sharp or demanding about it, just the steady overwhelming warmth of a mate in a partial bond state on the sixteenth with every wall she had chemically lowered and her sleeping mind reaching out in all directions without knowing it. Archer appeared at the end of the corridor. He stopped when he saw them. Looked at the door. Looked back at them with an expression that was past pretending. "Tell me you're both feeling that," he said. "Yes," Aiden said. Archer looked at the door again. Something crossed his face....not the easy surface expression he usually wore but something underneath it, something that had been sitting under the easy surface for weeks now getting heavi

Despite the initial success, it seemed luck had swiftly turned its back on me once more. The system's animations certainly showcased a level of effort, or perhaps one might call it trickery. After five more draws yielded nothing, a familiar dazzling light emanated from the letter once again, its intensity mirroring the previous occasion. If I had to wager a guess, this was likely another class change card. [You have acquired Arcane Archer class change card] [Arcane archers, renowned as ranged warriors, excel in vanquishing adversaries with enchanted arrows. Despite not being casters themselves, they possess a profound understanding of the Arcane arts, enabling them to harness the magical abi

I asked looking around for him. “He just texted me that he’s on his way here.” She answered reassuring me. “Juju?” Turning to see Archer standing right in front of me looking really good. He was wearing leather black pants on leather boots and a baggy white hoodie with the hood over his ginger red hair. I watched him check me out completely with a sly smirk on the sides of his lips. “Hi archer” I greeted giving him a smile as he walked closer towards me. “Damn juniper, you look hot!” He exclaimed giving me a once over with his eyes as I suddenly felt shy in his presence.

Archer's eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at me, his gaze traveling over my body like a physical touch. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the swell of my breasts. I shivered, my nipples hardening under my shirt. Archer smirked, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive peaks. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. Archer took the opportunity to trail his lips down my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin. I gasped, my head falling back against the seat as he worked his way lower. Archer's hands slid under my shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose my breasts. He palmed them in his large hands, his thumbs teasing my nipples into hard po

Archer's mind linked them to hang around until they were sure that the hunter had nothing weird up his sleeve. Archer stepped down from the cart and continued his elegant walk into the restaurant. Some humans were looking at him strangely. He knew that dressing so traditionally was strange in this area, but he didn’t care. He would wear what he would. Inside the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of grey hair. It was Marcus Bane. He wasn’t too old, but still, he liked the grey to the moon. Archer walked calmly towards him. “Hello,” he said calmly. The man, who for the first time Archer noticed was surrounded by so many guards turned his attention on him, as he kept his phone by the side.

Shouldn't you be busy being worshipped by your fan club? His mouth curves in that dangerous half-smile. "Why? Jealous you're not a member?" "I'd rather swallow glass." "Always so dramatic, Lilypad." He steps closer, using the nickname he knows makes me want to commit a felony. "Are you sure you don't want an autograph? I could sign something personal. Your bra, maybe?" I feel heat flood my face. "Touch my bra and I will make sure you lose a hand, Archer." "Promises, promises." He's standing too close now. "So, trouble in paradise?"

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

“We need every hand ready. There is no room for hesitation when we march.” He bowed. “Understood.” I turned and walked across the yard, feeling the crunch of gravel beneath my boots. To one side, a group of archers stood in a loose line, each holding a shortbow. Their arms moved with practiced precision, drawing arrows and letting them fly into distant targets planted in the wall beyond. I recognized their Westwind wood arrows, they carried a faint golden glint, designed to blind the eye in bright daylight. “Captain Trell,” I said to the archer commander, young but hungry for victory. He stood ramrod straight, fletching arrows with care. “Your bowmen, how many can shoot true at a hundred pac

“Mathias, you’re nothing better than Griff.” The display tech noticed something and scrolled down the page. “Uhm, Miss Andrea, isn’t your family name Archer? Do you know a Melody Archer? She’s listed as the designer for Snow Promises – Forever… and Winter Equinox. Didn’t you say you designed Winter Equinox?”

What he doesn't understand is why hasn't his analytics team told him about them? "Where is she!" Hunter growls while attacking. "What is going on here?!" Automatically Vanluke backed away without taking a hit. Ara who's in her mocha terno silk pajama shorts ran towards them. He distanced himself from Gunter and Hunter in case they steal a punch. "Ara," her brothers call out her name in sync. She gave them both a hug. "What are you doing here?" As much as he's not interested in the family reunion, he pulled Ara away from the two. He wrapped his arms around her possessively. He glared at them. "Who are they, Ara?"