It felt like she was so full she could barely breathe because there wasn’t enough room in her body for air.
But it fit.
Trish let out a strangled sob and allowed Jordan to pull her down again so she was completely full in the back and front. His fingers dug into the soft flesh above her hips to control Trish’s movements as he began fuck her ass, which forced her to fuck the cock that connected her to Bella. Trish’s nipples throbbed angrily in the clamps, already protesting their abuse after she’d tried to escape Jordan’s cock, and now as they bounced and jolted while he fucked her ass.
The sensations were overwhelming. Hot. Rapturous. Terrifying.
Trish was drowning in sensations. The air she managed to gasp was never enough with Jordan’s cock forcing it out of her on a breathy moan with every thrust.
When her orgasm hit, it slammed into her like a freight train, as though it were affecting every part of Trish’s body at once. She curved, spasmed, and exploded under the intense pressure. Jordan’s arms wrapped around her from behind, supporting Trish as her head fell back, and he thrust up into her body, impaling her on his rock-hard cock as he began to come.
Despite Bella’s presence, it was like the other woman wasn’t there.
After bathing the two exhausted women, which had been fun, Jordan had the soldiers come collect Bella—who had some nice jiggle to her, even if he didn’t find her as attractive as his Trish—to return her to the Wolf’s room, while he brushed and braided Trish’s hair and then tucked her into bed.
As much as he wanted to join her, Jordan had one last duty to perform before he could. It was hard to leave her as she snuggled into him, wanting to be cuddled. Jordan was pleased by her responses.
Unlike women he’d tried to have relationships with before, Trish seemed to like him better as time went on. She touched him. Trusted him. Looked to him for protection. Accepted her punishments when she disobeyed him. And she was always wet for him.
Marek had been right; the female soldiers weren’t the right fit for Jordan. They were willing to play at submission, but none of them had been truly submissive. None of them had needed him the way Trish had. Now she wasn’t lonely, and he would make sure she had everything she’d been working toward before he’d taken her, the same way Marek had for Laura.
Jordan dropped a kiss to his sleeping babygirl’s lips and reluctantly pulled away from her.
He’d gotten the call that the orgy in the main room was over. Jordan met the two Moonies, freshly washed and fed, outside the room they’d been given to freshen up in. They were both glowing from the experience, although they also looked exhausted.
“So? I told you I could get you in, didn’t I?” He gave them a genial smile he didn’t feel.
Not that they were paying attention. The Moonies never did. Jordan expected to be identified out on the street—after all, he was a big man with unusually colored hair—but it was as though they couldn’t keep both the memory of him and of their experiences. And they always worked more to hold onto the memory of their experiences.
Maybe the Moon regularly used a diluted form of the memory drug to keep its population under control. That, orthese idiots didn’t think about how Jordan might be important, no matter that he’d gotten them access.
“That was amazing,” the young woman gushed, leaning against the man as Jordan escorted them back to the cars. “Was that you up on the screen with Bella and the other girl?”
“Yes,” Jordan said, his voice a bit clipped. Like most of the other Moonies, these two hadn’t caught the tiny soundbite about Trish’s disappearance. No one cared about her, while Alex and Bella would be instantly recognized for the rest of their lives.
Fucking idiots.
Then again, Jordan’s little girl wouldn’t like the attention, so maybe it was for the best, but he was still indignant on her behalf.
Ignoring the happy chatter of the two Moonies, Jordan got them loaded up, blindfolded, and took them right back to their hotel. The first thing they’d be doing—even before they took the naps they desperately needed—would be calling the news stations.
On his ride back to the compound, as he hurried to get back to cuddle up with Trish, Jordan turned on the radio.
“… say they were taken by the Wolf today and saw both hostages. More on this story after these ads.”
He snorted.
Fucking Moonies.
10
After the day with the Moonie couple, things began to change around the compound.
Jordan kept Trish by his side more often, although he gave her a small tablet so she could read or search the web or whatever she wanted online. Well, she could do anything but send messages, at least. On the first day he’d given it to her, she’d seen the classes already uploaded to the tablet and recognized the coursework he’d interrupted when he’d kidnapped her—a lifetime ago—and she was surprised but not shocked.
Trish had also been touched and curious. When she’d asked him why, he’d said he didn’t want her falling too far behind, which was odd. While Jordan seemed to care for her in his own way, this had been the first indication that he cared for whatshewanted as well as what he wanted from her.
Although trying to concentrate when he had her on his lap and was constantly stroking her sides, breasts, and legs under her skirt wasn’t easy. Whenever she tried to squirm away, Trish’s wriggling would be met with a sharp slap to whatever part of her body Jordan had been caressing; unless he was stroking her side—then he’d just shift his hand down to slap her ass. It was bothfrustrating and arousing and then frustrating again because she didn’t want to be turned on by it.
