Page 27 of Wild Wolf
“Did ithurt?”
A hell of a lot, but not as much as the reason why she’d done it. The vines covered the original mark, the one that had scarred her for life. “I tried not to think aboutit.”
“Why did you get it? And in thisspot?”
Too many questions. Tensing, she clutched the pillow. “Guess I was homesick. But I didn’t want to see it. Needed to know it was there. Different kind of a tramp stamp, I guess. Most women getroses.”
Nolan rubbed her ink, and she tensed more. “You’re not a tramp, Jordan. Don’t ever call yourselfthat.”
She rolled over, stared up at him. “You always did stick up for me, Mitchell. Now, are you gonna keep talking or do something else with that fine mouth ofyours?”
“I know exactly what I’m gonna do with this mouth ofmine.”
The wicked glint in his eyes warned her he did,too.
Nolan began kissing his way down her body, delivering tiny, biting kisses on her breasts, belly, skirting his way down to her thighs. Jordan writhed as he parted her legs and settled betweenthem.
He began licking her moistness, delving his tongue between her soft folds. Nolan kissed her clit and sucked hard, the pressure making her moan and wriggle, tension building all overagain.
Each flick of his tongue sent pleasure spiraling through her. She was on fire all over again. Jordan clutched the pillow, crying out as another orgasm slammed intoher.
Nolan sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His penis, erect once more, jutted out from the crisp, dark hair at hisgroin.
Ready for heragain.
“You taste like succulent grapes,” he murmured. “Sweet and juicy sliding down mythroat.”
She stiffened as he turned her over. Nolan pulled her onto her hands and knees. “Time to make it official for life, pixie,” he whispered. “Give you my matingmark.”
Heart thundering in her chest, she froze. The mating mark, the erotic bite all male Lupines gave their mates to ward off interest from othermales.
The mark that declared to the world that she was exclusively his…and he washers.
A permanent declaration of theirmating.
But as Nolan kept caressing her backside, the memories came like ashes riding a hot wind. That night in the woods, Bryce laughing as the two women held her down, the sharp, hot bite of the knife sinking into herflesh…
“You’re so sexy,” Nolan grunted, nipping her tattoo. He pulled her close, nipped her ass and then settled more firmly behind her in order to take her in the traditional matingposition.
As his erect shaft started pressing inside her, she yanked away. “No!”
Jordan scampered away, curling up on the bed and clutching a pillow. Shame filled her, and regret. She wanted to weep, but pride preventedtears.
Never let them see you cry. Never let anyone see youcry.
A huge sigh came from Nolan. “Guess you’re not ready.Fine.”
He reached over, turned off the light. “Good-night,” he saidquietly.
As he drifted off to sleep, she remained awake, tears trickling down her face. Jordan stared at the ceiling, cursing his brother andherself.
She had chosen Nolan over prison, but Jordan began to wonder if she made the wrong choice. For at least in prison, she didn’t risk breaking her heart all overagain.
6
Jordan wokeup alone the day after theirwedding.
Sunshine streamed into the room. She blinked, threw back the covers. Nolan was gone. On his pillow was a folded paper. It said he’d slipped out of bed at sunrise because he had to check on grapes and possiblefungus.
