Archer Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

I say with a little laugh running my finger along his chin as he pulled me even closer to him, desire in his eyes. “I am only those things around you, my opinions and views on many things and the way I run my pack are still the same as they were a year ago. Having you has given me a new perspective on life but also more fight to keep any such trespassers out, I feel any such person who enters my borders without permission is nothing, but a rouge and we all know how I feel about those vermin.” Archer growled out with such anger in his expression, but now he has brought up the topic of a rouge, I’m reminded of what happened earlier.

I’m the one who needs to thank him for getting us a private balcony suite since no one can see exactly where his hand is right now. “You know this wasn’t my plan tonight,” Archer begins, sliding another finger inside. “I wanted to take my wife to the opera, sit next to her, and watch her enjoy the performance.” “Sure, it wasn’t,” I tease, letting my head fall against his shoulder. If anyone looked up, they might just think we’re opera enthusiasts wanting to get the best view possible. We look like we’re sharing a lover’s embrace, but none of them would have any idea that Archer’s fingers are moving in and out of me slowly and deliberately.

Or did he remember it was my birthday? No. The look in his eyes was the total opposite of worried. “Look at you….” Archer sneered. “Dressed like a slut. You’re supposed to lay low, and you’re letting men fight over you. You might have General Sweets fooled, but I know who you are. You’re nothing..” His hand reached for my neck, and he pushed me back, squeezing the sore skin. “Archer, please.” I said. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head, “that freak should have killed you when he had the chance. ”

Well, with the exception of one. “Where is Archer?” I asked, realizing that he wasn’t here. “He wanted to fly ahead. He said he wanted to stop and see another dragon friend of his that he met recently. If you ask me, I think he might have found his mate.” Eric answered. “If he found his mate, I am pretty sure I would know.” Leilani laughed. I was envious of the bond she and Archer shared. At first, I thought perhaps it would involve some sort of love triangle. Then I realized it was nothing more than an extraordinarily strong platonic love between two remarkably close and loyal friends.

He baits her, watching her as her eyes shot up brightly, excited to start listing places she’d love to go off her fingers. “Arcade, bookstore. Maybe a walk in the park. We could even do something spontaneous.” She tilted her head, giving him her most mischievous grin. “Unless you’re scared you’ll lose something to me at arcade games, don’t be a chicken and go back on your words.” His brow arched. “Lose? To you?” “Yes, Mr. Caddel. I will wipe the floor with you.”

“Your brother thinks he’s so stealthy, but he forgets that those in my generation have been there and done that. Plus, there’s no real explanation for the two of them having each other’s scent on them all the time unless they were spending an inordinate amount of time together. I would hope that your brother isn't stupid enough to think that he could sleep with my daughter if she isn’t his mate, especially for as long as this has gone on.” “My brother isn’t stupid,” I say, smiling at her. “I don’t think so either,” she says as the waitress comes over filling our coffee mugs. “So, tell me about your trip to Araphyra. I understand there was a rogue that you think is working with the vampires?”

We’re at a standstill, so to speak, with his cock inside me but not doing anything. “Should I go talk to him?” Archer asks, and a line of worry forms between his eyes. I tighten my legs around him, wanting to ease Archer’s tension. “Give him a minute or two to cool down.” “Okay.” “You can finish.” Archer lets out a snort of laughter. “So romantic.” “Sorry. I’m trying not to let it ruin the mood.” “It kind of did.” Archer starts to pull out. I grab his ass and push him back down.

“Then that someone should be his father. Let him stay with his father. Don’t tear them apart!” Archer stepped closer, his voice low and deadly. “I’ve already lost Fernando once. I won’t lose him again. Not to a world that wants us destroyed.” “I’m not stealing his child.” “You will, if you care about him.” “I care enough not to do this.” The air was razor-thin. My heart pounded. Then Archer’s hand went up. He turned slightly and gave a simple, horrifying command. “Shoot the man.” “No—NO!” I lunged.

“And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--” “But through the daughters of the Archer bloodline.” Calyx gulped when she realized who spoke. It was Theodavian. She looked at him and nodded her head. He nodded and continued: “Yes, we’re familiar with the Archer Legacy. It’s also now been prophesized that the Slayer is a part of the Chosen Ones’ prophecy made by the great Shayla Seer.” “I-I am aware of that,” she stammered. She flushed at her stammering and bit her bottom lip as she looked at her old friends.