Page 9 of Jordan

“What?” Bradi asked so loudly he made Eli fuss. He rocked his infant son gently and kissed the top of his head before arching a brow at his wife. “In her condition, my sister will end up sleeping with Jordan.”

“Exactly.” Marisa beamed and took Eli from Bradi. “Now, come on. Bring Pheebes with us and leave these two be for a bit. I imagine they have a lot to talk about. I’d think having affirmation of who your mate is would be pretty big, but that’s just me. Of course,” she gave Bradi a pointed stare, “my husband kept the fact I was his mate to himself for months, so what do I know.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Bradi asked, shaking his head and motioning for Pheebes to accompany them.

The second everyone was clear of the area, Nina tried to force herself to step away from Jordan. It didn’t seem to go as planned. Somehow, she ended up pressing her body to his and going for his mouth with her own.

The devil-may-care smile that moved over his lips a second before she kissed him irritated her greatly. She used her foot to wipe his out from underneath him and rode his body to the ground with a thud.

Jordan’s eyes shifted to amber and then to a deep shade of purple before returning to green. His nostrils flared as he flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs. He ground his cloth-covered cock against her, making her moan.

Bucking him off, she hissed in a very unladylike fashion and bolted. She barely made it a stone’s throw from him before she found herself being tackled into a patch of cultivated ground.

She rolled in the patch of vegetables, taking a head of cabbage with her. Coming up, Nina eyed Jordan.

He arched a brow. “You wouldn’t.”

She continued to watch him, the cabbage in hand and ready to throw. “Oh, I most certainly would.”

He rushed her, catching her off guard and easily subduing her. Nina toppled to the ground and Jordan rode her body down, cradling her fall but remaining above her all the same. She tried and failed to slam her head into his. She snarled and Jordan smiled wickedly as he continued to grind his hips against hers, striking her sweet spot and nearly sending her airborne with pleasure.

“Get off me,” she said, not sounding very convincing in the least.

Jordan chuckled as he rubbed against her. “Make me.”

It was so incredibly childish that she couldn’t help but laugh. It was something she rarely did, let alone with Jordan near. For a moment, their guards fell and they stared at one another. Nina tried and failed to stop the smile that crept over her face. She stared up at the man above her and nearly fainted at the sound of her next words. “You are so handsome. Why is that? Were you sent to tempt me, Vasil?”

His eyelids fluttered and as he opened them, she saw not only his desire, but her own reflected back at her.

Normally, Nina would have hidden behind threats, violence and snide remarks to push away the unfamiliar need coursing through her veins. She did the exact opposite. She struggled to break his hold on her hands and when he let go, she didn’t strike him. No. Nina cupped his face and traced his lower lip with her thumbs. “What’s happening to me? Tell me why my body hungers for yours and yours alone?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, Jordan tipped his head slightly and nipped at her thumb. The move sent the shifter within her into overdrive. It demanded sex, as did she.

Jordan seemed to sense her need because he ran a hand under the edges of her leather vest and undid the only button holding it shut. The second he freed her breasts, he dipped his head and licked an exposed nipple. Nina arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist.

It had been months, possibly years since she’d felt this good, this free of pain. Each touch from Jordan seemed to soothe her aching body. The minute he drew her nipple into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue, Nina ran her fingers into his hair and held his head firm to her. There had never been a time she wanted a man more than now. Her pussy was damp with anticipation and her breathing had fallen into sync with Jordan’s.

He continued, kissing, sucking, licking his way over her breasts before sitting up on his knees and staring down at her. Something passed over his face that she couldn’t read. Thinking she wasn’t what he expected, Nina tried to cover her breasts.

Jordan shook his head and caught her wrist with his hand. “No. I want to look at you, Nina.”

Tribal markings covered her body, each meaning something important. They came from the Shamenian side of her ancestry. The mark he seemed so drawn to made promises of life being created when she was joined with her mate. The one just below it signified her fierce, warrior-like outlook upon life.

And the one she’d been careful to hide since she was a child promised that the warrior in her would eventually be tamed, and that she would take on a nurturing role among her people.

Jordan lacked natural-born markings since he wasn’t a Shamenian. Only a few among her kind did not possess them. To her people, if you were not born with them, and arrived from the outside having no markings upon you, you were considered an enemy until proven otherwise. But for some reason, her people had opened their arms to Jordan, his brother and the crew who had accompanied them.

Nina assumed Jordan was repulsed by her markings, but when he bent and began to trace them with his tongue, she knew better. He was curious.

“I’ve wanted to see what these looked like from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

Nina didn’t know or care if he was referring to her markings or her. She only knew she needed him in her now. She reached for the ties of his pants and ran her fingers down his steely abs. The man was in incredible shape.

Jordan’s muscles tightened under the weight of her barely there touch. She took pleasure in the knowledge he was as affected by her as she was by him. This man she’d clashed with at every turn from day one made her body respond in ways she’d never dreamed possible.

Nina yanked on Jordan’s shirt and he assisted in removing it, paying no mind to the fact he discarded it over the fence when he tossed it away. He bent and captured her mouth with his. Their kiss was explosive. Grunts. Growls. Pure animal magnetism at its finest.

A shrill scream jerked Nina from the moment. She stilled, as did Jordan. He tipped his head and listened. She did the same.

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