Archer

Waverly is asleep in my arms, and I don’t want to wake her. I’m dreading the phone call telling me it’s safe to return to the palace. My chest aches with the thought of ending this, but the longer it takes to secure the royal family, the greater the risk that something will happen to the king and queen or Princess Alina.

“You must be awake,” Waverly says, her voice instantly soothing me.

“Thinking.”

“I know. You get tense when you’re pondering. I bet your jaw is ticking too.”

God, she knows me well. But years of being together, observing but rarely interacting, must do that. I know every expression she has, the way her eyes change color with her moods, whether she’s hurting or hopeful. Right now, my sparrow is hopeful. Sadly, that’s misplaced, and I’m going to be the one to hurt her because I have to.

“I’m hungry. Let’s see what I’ve got in the kitchen. If that’s no good, which it probably is, we’ll order some delivery.”

“It’s past midnight. I doubt there’s anyone around who’ll deliver.”

I smirk. “Ye of little faith.” Then I drop a kiss on her lips and pull her flush to my chest. “I’ll feed you. I promise.”

She slides out of my hold and stands, her full ass on display causing my cock to react. I want her again. I want her all the time. Then the woman of my dreams strides out of my bedroom naked, tempting, and completely unashamed. I pull on a pair of boxers if only to contain the raging erection she just caused.

“You have two beers and some suspicious mac and cheese in here. God, you’re such a man.”

I laugh, my shoulder aching with the movement. “I’m rarely here.”

Her wide eyes meet mine, and she blinks a few times. “You mean you don’t go home?”

“Home is where you are.”

“But we…” she trails off, bringing her fingertips to her lips as she thinks about what I said.

“I’ve loved you for so long. The thought of leaving you, of putting you at risk…I couldn’t stand it. So, I ate at the palace, slept in the servant’s quarters, did everything I could to keep you safe.”

“All this time?”

“All this time. What else could I do? We protect the ones we love.”

My heart aches at the longing in her eyes. “We do, don’t we?”

Clearing my throat, I drag a hand through my hair and offer her a smile. “We do. But now, I need to feed my princess. What do you fancy?”

She grins and hops onto the counter, her tits bouncing and drawing my attention from all else. God they’re more fucking gorgeous than I’d ever imagined. “Pizza?”

I nod, relieved she chose somewhere that’s open late. “Pizza’s good.” I pull out my phone, and we make our order. “Forty-five minutes until our food arrives.”

“Well, what shall we do?” The mischievous tone of her voice has my cock hardening.

“I can think of a few things.”

She reaches for me, her legs spread wide, pink pussy glistening and ready for more. “Come here. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I glance down at my boxer clad hips and laugh. “I’m only wearing one thing.”

“Exactly. Take it off.”

I don’t need her to tell me twice. Shoving my boxer briefs down, I let them fall to the floor and my erection springs forward. Her hot little hand closes around me, giving me a long stroke while she pulls me forward. I bite back a groan even as I buck into her hand. “That feels so fucking good, Sparrow.”

“Does it? I bet you’d like something else better.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Her palm leaves my cock, then she pushes me away with both hands flat on my chest. I stare at the goddess in front of me as she hops off the counter and drops to her knees. The sight of her, at my feet, big brown eyes locked on mine, hair tumbling around her shoulders—fuck, she’s heaven. She licks her lips and wraps one hand around the base of my aching length.

I don’t dare close my eyes as she leans forward and kisses my tip, her tongue darting out to collect the bead of pre-come glistening at my crown. A shiver builds along my spine, arousal racing through me. She grins and strokes me, teasing. Then my beautiful sparrow looks up at me and says, “I want you to fuck my mouth, Archer. I want you to take your pleasure with me as though I weren’t a princess, and you weren’t my guard.”

I thread my fingers in her hair, not giving a damn about the pain in my shoulder. When I nudge my cock at her lips, she opens for me, and I’m enveloped in her warmth. It’s everything I dreamed it would be, her mouth around my stiff erection, sucking and tasting. Each of my shallow thrusts has her moaning, the vibration in the back of her throat sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“You keep that up, I won’t last,” I tell her, not sure if I want to give in and let my orgasm take me right away, or take my time and relish this.

In answer, she reaches up and cradles my balls, her mouth taking me deeper than I thought possible. Fuck. I’m going to lose it less than two minutes in.

“Sparrow, slow down. Shit, slow down.” I’m practically begging, but my hips move with her, and I’m doing exactly what she said she wanted. I’m fucking her mouth and chasing the high only an orgasm can give.

She squeezes my balls and hums as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. The pleasure races down my spine and up my thighs, all culminating in one massive explosion of sensation. The groan I send out into the room is so loud I’m sure my neighbors hear. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Waverly swallows me down even though I know it’s a lot. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Then she sits back on her heels and does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She licks her lips and swipes a stray drop of my semen off her cheek. Holy hell.

How will I be able to go on without her?