Chapter 27

**Elise**


I'm exhausted, but I also have never felt more alive. A steady buzz is humming beneath my skin. It's like my whole life has been shrouded in darkness and now I have finally felt light.

"How are you doing love?" Ezra asks and I lift my head to smile at him in the rearview mirror.

"Never better," I say with a smile.

It's true. I feel amazing and anchored. I can't really explain it. All I know is I know nothing will be the same. Never again will I feel lonely.

"Wow," Archer says with a small laugh. "I can feel you."

"What do you mean?" I ask looking at him confused.

"I suddenly felt a rush of contentment and...happiness. It's like I can tell it's not coming from me. Like a soft wave." He explains and I consider his words.

I'm not sure if I'm feeling anything like that. I close my eyes and concentrate on my emotions. Then there it is. Almost like dancing lights flashing in my mind, each one dancing in a different way. When I reach out to them I feel a rush of emotions. Each one is different. One is soft and calm, the other is playful and bright, and the last one feels like strength and protectiveness.

Archer...Sawyer...Weston.

I open my eyes and smile up at Archer. "I can feel you too!"

He smiles sweetly at me and lowers his head to capture my lips in a kiss. I expect it to be short and sweet, but it quickly turns hungry. Heat starts to rise all over my body and that urge to be closer to him grows as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip. I do the same to him and he groans like he's in physical pain. The sound makes the hunger in me turn ravenous. I can't wait any longer. I need more...

Without a second thought, I break our kiss, unbuckle myself, and move over to straddle him. I lean in and take his lips in a desperate kiss.

"Fuck." I hear someone say but I'm too lost in Archer to care who.

All I feel is his hands all over me, and it feels so good.

He breaks our kiss but doesn't go far. I can feel his breath against my lips and I want his lips back on mine again but he stops me.

"I'm not sure we should do this right now." He says softly. "I mean in the car."

I shake my head. "I need you. Now."

He growls and takes my lips again in a desperate plea. His hunger rises to meet mine and soon his hands are moving under the sweatshirt I'm wearing. His hands feel like they're cooling the heat of my skin. I moan at the touch and try to move even closer to him, but we are already as close as we can be.

"Please," I beg and I don't even feel embarrassed by it. "Archer, please. I need more."

He nods dipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugging them down and forward until it's rest just below my hip. The sweatshirt I'm wearing is large so it still covers me from being completely exposed. I slide back a little and pop the button on his pants and pull the zipper down. He's wearing black boxers but it can't hide how hard he is. I slip my hand under the fabric and take him in my hand. His head drops back and moans loudly. I can't help a smirk at seeing him so affected by me, but I'm too desperate to keep playing with him.

I move forward and lift myself just slightly until I feel him at my entrance. As slowly as I can, I take him in and we echo each other's moans. It feels so good and even more so when I start to rock against him. An even louder moan threatens to escape me but he pulls me into another kiss and silences me. I can feel his chest vibrating beneath him and he nips at my lip playfully. It sends a shock of pleasure through me and I grind harder against him. He pushes himself into me and that's what makes me fall apart for him. I break the kiss and gasp as pleasure flows through me and I tighten around him. He groans following soon after me.

I drop my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath. The buzzing under my skin flares to life making it feel stronger and it sends a shiver through me. Archer grunts when I clamp around him again and I smile against his chest.

"I am going to kill you, Archer!" I hear Sawyer curse and I laugh. "I'm so hard right now."

When I lift my head to look at Archer he has a dopey smile on his face.

"I will never get tired of that." He says in a breathy voice and I want to do this all over again, but the car pulls to a stop.

I glance out the window to see that we are home again. Ezra moves over to Archer's door and throws it open. He looks almost feral and I gasp as a thrill runs through me. He reaches for me and pulls me off, Archer. I expect him to set me down so that I can redress, but he doesn't. He throws me over his shoulder and I pull down my sweatshirt to cover myself. He storms past the other guys and into the house.

"Ezra?" How did he get into the house so fast?

He doesn't anything just grunts. I grunt right back when he heads up the stairs and my stomach lifts and drops on his shoulder. I can't see much in this position but when he turns I see the familiar purple light and I know we are in the nest. He kicks his boot back and slams the door closed making me laugh a little. I guess he's done waiting.

He drops me onto the bed and I bounce slightly, but I don't have a chance to laugh before he is covering me with his body and kissing me. His kiss is strong and bruising and even though I was just with Archer, that heat flames to life again and it feels like I could do this for hours.

"We must have pushed you into your heat." He says between kisses.

"It seems like it," I say but I don't really care as long as he keeps going.

He grinds down on me and I moan into our kiss. God, I want more. I push him back and he gives me a questioning look.

"Take off your clothes," I whisper to him, and a wicked smirk forms on his kiss swollen lips.

He slides off me in a tortuous slow motion before he stands fully. His hungry eyes watch me as he reaches behind and pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion. He's beautiful. Toned muscle and I just want to run my hands all over him, but he isn't done. He undoes his pants and pulls them down before leaning down to untie his boots. Once those all are thrown aside he tugs at his boxers. I shift uncomfortably when he pulls them so slowly down that I'm sure he's trying to torture me.

"Hurry..." I gasp and he lets out a dark chuckle.

"You are a demanding little Omega aren't you." His accent is thick and all I can do is nod.

He pushes the boxers all the way down and stands there in all his naked glory and lets me drink him in. I'm about to demand he climb back on top of me this minute but he leans over me and pulls my pants off. Before I can ready myself he covers me and slams into me so forcefully that I cry out but it feels so good that my cries are not from pain. My back arches up from the bed and takes the opportunity to push my shirt up. His mouth descends on me making me moan and gasp at the feeling. My head is becoming light and fuzzy as he takes every part of me without stopping.

Then I feel a sharp pain that sends me over the edge making me cry out into the empty room. Once I start to come down I look down to see he's marked me on my right breast.

"Ezra!" I scold him and he laughs as he sucks on his mark. "I can't believe you."

I shake my head and realize only then that he's slowed his movement to a steady rhythm.

"Why did you slow down?" I ask.

He hums and lifts his head to smile up at me. His hands run smoothly along my waist and he moves closer to take my lips in a deep kiss.

"I want to savor this." He whispers against my lips and I sigh.

It feels just as good as it did when he was taking me ruthlessly. I let him torture me slowly until he kisses me deeply and his whole body shudders above me. He pulls away from our kiss and drops his head against my shoulder and buries his face into my neck as we both catch our breath.

This heat might be fun...