Page 11 of Midnight Torment

His head dipped to mine, his smile making my breath catch. How did someone with his looks not see himself the way others did? His lips smashed into mine and demanded surrender as if he was a terrorist storming a building. I happily submitted to his assault, moaning when his tongue invaded and took mine captive.

The last time we lost ourselves in a kiss his grandfather had been injured, and Jordan had spent most of the next few days at the hospital. Xavier had given one of the guest rooms to Emma since Jordan didn’t want her alone right now. He tried to pretend he didn’t care and was a lone wolf prowling around, taking out rogue wolves who wandered onto his patch. What he didn’t realise was that he was the alpha of this pack, protecting and guiding the others when they lost their way.

“You kiss better than Bob,” I pointed out, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down gently. “Your fingers are on the advantages side as well.”

“You’re going to make my dick blush if you keep complimenting us.”

I wiggled my hips against him. “I prefer him when he blushes and all the blood rushes to his head to make him red.”

“Tease,” Jordan said as he peppered kisses down my neck. “You’re trying to get into my pants.”

“I don’t want into your pants,” I replied with a giggle. “I want you out of them, preferably naked and balls deep in me.”

He pulled back to peer down at me. “Where did my obedient sub go?”

“She decided that her nails belonged embedded in your ass and that biting was allowed,” I retaliated. Marking your Dom was out of the question in the Twilight Rooms. In our latest adventure in the real world, Jordan ended up with teeth and nail marks and he never once complained.

His hands pinned my wrists to the bed, and a fire smouldered at the back of his eyes. “No other man will ever touch you again.”

I had never wanted any other man, but three years was a long time when I thought he didn’t want me. “And no woman will ever open her legs to you again.” If we were drawing boundary lines, then I was staking my claim on Jordan. He was mine and there was no way I was letting him walk out of my life again.

Life taught me the valuable lesson that if I wanted something, I had to grab it with both hands and take it.

His head dipped again until his lips touched my ear. “I’ve never wanted anyone else since the moment I first walked into that room and saw you kneeling for me. You stole something from me that day and I’m only complete when I’m with you.”

I knew exactly what he meant because my soul only found peace when we were together. Two hearts, one breath, joined at a fundamental level.

“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes closing against the intensity of the emotions crashing over me.

“Love is too simple a word for the complex emotions you make me feel,” Jordan replied. “You are the reason I wake in the morning and the guardian who watches over my sleep at night. I was a lost soul who lived in the darkness until you brought light to my world. Without you, I would be lost and adrift.”

His words touched me deep inside. We had both lost our parents when we were too young to comprehend what that would do to us. It left us vulnerable and inexperienced in how to show affection. We had been hurt by others and by ourselves. Only together had we found the meaning of happiness.

“Then we stick together no matter what,” I whispered. “They know I exist and am in your life. So we show them that we don’t care.”

He continued to stare at me with that guarded expression that said he was thinking this through on every level.

“We walked away from each other before, Jordan, when we should have stood together. We let one moment destroy everything that we had built.”

The muscles of his jaw bunched together. “These people aren’t Santa Claus. They don’t come into your home to leave presents under the Christmas tree. They kick your door in and fuck you over before killing you or making you wish you were dead.”

I scrunched my nose up. “You can’t scare me with your words, Jordan. I lived three long years without you.”

I had tasted the pits of despair and cried myself to sleep. I could endure anything but living without this complicated man again.

“You do realise you’re crazier than me?” he queried.

My fingertips rounded over his hands to dig my nails into him. “I’m only ever crazy for you.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Great. I always get the crazy ones.”

My grin slowly curved my lips. “You have no idea.”

He bit his lip to try and prevent me seeing his echoing grin. “I know I’m going to regret this,” he groaned.

I squealed, wiggling my hands free from his grasp to wrap around his neck like a demented koala bear. I kept pressing kisses to his face even as he tried to fend me off.

“Stop!” Jordan laughed, his hands attempting to restrain me.

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