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The independent woman who built her career and owned her own home wanted to be scandalised. Yet, on some level, I knew he had been there all along. I had always felt his presence and was drawn back to Midnight searching for him.

“Say something, Megan.” He kissed the side of my neck and I felt his emotions crash into me. He was rarely insecure with his cocky grin andgo fuck yourselfattitude, but the Jordan I saw had a vulnerable heart and was terrified of being hurt.

“What is there to say, Jordan? Neither of us can change the past, all we can do is build a future. Do you have a tracker?”

“We all do.”

“Then if you have access to mine, it’s only fair that I have access to yours. It will save me worrying when you go wandering off on one of your missions.”

His hand weaved into my hair that had been possessed by the heat demons and turned curly to haul my head back. His lips smashed into mine and I knew I’d given him the right answer. Part of me wanted to scream and yell, but life without Jordan wasn’t worth the temper tantrum.

He consumed me and left me breathless and defenceless. His cock and tongue invaded my orifices, his muscular frame surrounding me. My body temperature soared and my skin perspired in the heat.

Jordan finally broke away, his thumb tracing over my swollen bottom lip. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Technically you own me, since you microchipped me like a dog.”

His lips twitched in the semblance of a smile. “You do cast a lot of hair.”

I pouted, but he merely pressed a hard kiss to my lips before releasing me and returning to his previous activity. His hips pulled back and he delved back inside my core, making me moan with wanton need.

The delicious friction made me clamp around him, and his fingers dug into my hips in response. Nothing else mattered right now except Jordan and the sensations he created with my body. His hips slammed into mine, all the careful touches and teasing forgotten. This was a claiming, and I widened my legs to accept everything he had to give.

I was so hot I could barely breathe, my body sliding forward on the sheets with every thrust of his hips, his hands dragging me back again. The pressure in my abdomen grew, the storm coalescing deep in my uterus. My arms and legs were numb, so the sensation created by the rapid friction of his pelvis connecting with mine was intensified, my moans of pleasure vocalising everything I felt.

My hair stuck to my face and shoulders, sweat gathering at the base of my spine. I was on fire and I started to pant as my body sent all my excess energy to that secret place where orgasms were made by the goddess of lust and passion. My legs trembled and my back arched but Jordan never stopped, thrusting his cock, spearing deep to let those piercings massage and stimulate.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, and my body started to convulse, he did that twerking thing that showed the full potential of those four silver balls. An animalistic scream released from deep in my chest, my shoulders rolling back and my ass clenching because of the orgasm ripping through my body in a tidal wave of devastation that left me shaking and breathless.

Jordan gripped my hips tighter, his cock thrusting hard and deep as it prepared for detonation. He thickened and I buried my head deep into the mattress as he released into me, his body finally slumping on mine.

There was little point in arguing about it—I had always belonged to him. When we were finished in Africa, I was going to insist that Jordan leave the Council before it cost him his life.

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Chapter Sixteen

Jordan

Seth’s contact was more than a little nervous. My bullshitometer was reading high and my patience was running low.

“Who gave you my name?” he asked again, wiping his hands on the front of his trousers.

“Xavier Bartholomew. He said you were an associate of his father’s and Matteus Blackwood. As he’s busy right now with a pregnant wife, he asked me to come and visit in his place.” I’d made sure to check there was an association before I arrived, even though his name was given to us by Seth. It was a small world, and it had gotten smaller every single day.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” His eyes narrowed on me before his gaze moved to check his surroundings for about the millionth time.

I shrugged one shoulder. “Ring him and ask. I’m sure Hugh and Matteus can verify who I am as well, although we both know neither of those two want their patience tested.” It was a gamble, but if anyone had dealt with Matteus before, they would know he hated people ringing him. He believed his time was precious and if he wanted to speak to you, he’d lift the phone himself. Asshole.

To reinforce my point, I even held my phone out to him. “I have them on speed dial.”

He shook his head and moved more into the shadows of his already dim shop in an attempt to hide from heaven only knew who since there was only him and me standing here.

“Are you here to collect the artifact for Matteus?” His voice was nothing more than a hissed whisper and all my instincts went on red alert.

I studied him for several seconds. “I am the hand of death and wrath of the Council. Their will is mine to enact.” I evaded his question with my declaration.

“He said he would send someone when the time was right. It is one of the last pieces in the puzzle.”

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