"Ohfuck," I exclaimed on a heavy exhale as he looped his fingers under the sides of my panties and wiggled them down my legs. That left me bare-assed on the polished wooden desktop with the crown prince of New America on his knees between my legs. How was this actually my life?
"Shh," Jordan teased, giving me a pointed look even as he gripped my thighs and flicked his tongue over my aching cunt. "Let's see if I can make you come before anyone finds us." With that challenge, he shot me a wink and went to work.
It only took a few moments of his mouth on my pussy before I decided to hell with anyone walking in and catching us. It'd be worth it. We could just say that Jordan had, uh, dropped something? I mean, something other than my panties.
My hips surged forward to meet his mouth as he latched onto my clit and sucked, making me groan way louder than I should have—given our location. But what was a girl to do? Seriously. When he pushed his fingers into me, fucking me with his hand while his mouth worked over my clit, I was done for. I came hard, just barely managing to clap my own hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that wanted to ring out.
Jordan laughed as he kissed my inner thigh, then stood back up to peel my hand off my face. He kissed the center of my palm, then my wrist, then draped my arm around his neck.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, Violet," he told me in a rough voice drenched in sex and... something more. Something deeper and more meaningful that I was almost too scared to put voice to. Almost.
But my risk-taking shouldn't only extend to my fighting life. Didn't my personal life deserve the same?
"I think I love you, Jordan." The words left my lips before I could second-guess them.
His brows shot up, and his tongue dragged over his lower lip like he was still tasting me. "You think? Or you do?"
I blinked a couple of times, processing what I'd actually said, then frowned. "No, I do. I definitely do. IknowI love you, Jordan. You bring out the light in me, and you make me want to be a better person just to see you smile at me the way you do..." I bit my lip, shaking my head as the heat of a blush hit my cheeks. I was so shitty at expressing my feelings, but it was something that needed to be said and not just implied. "I know this thing with us... and Rafe... I know it might not be forever. You might decide you need a queen who will be a beacon for your people and then—"
"Violet," he cut me off. "Stop it. I love you too, and Idothink it's forever. I believe in soulmates andyou're mine."
My heart stopped and dread built. He believed in soulmates? But...
He sighed, stroking my cheek with the backs of his fingers and staring so deeply into my eyes I swore he could read my fucking shadows. "You're mine, just like you'rehis. Love is infinite, Violet, and there's more than enough capacity within you for two soulmates."
Holy shit.It was like he’d just lifted a thousand pounds of stress and anxiety from my mind and suddenly I was floating.
Jordan cupped my face, bringing our foreheads together and staring intently into my eyes. "Maybe I haven't been clear enough with you, but I'm laying it out here now. And I'll happily tell Rafe the same thing. I'm in this with you one hundred percent. If it means abdicating my future throne, then so be it. A crown and a title would mean nothing if I didn't have you."
My heart skipped a beat, then started again in what I imagined to be a slightly different rhythm. Jordan had imprinted on my very being, and now we both knew it. This wasn't a casual fling, this was true love.
Except...
"What if Rafe doesn't feel the same way?" I murmured, giving voice to my deeper fears. "What if he's still waiting for me to choose? What if he chooses his kingdom and his future over us? I couldn't blame him if he did... It's such a huge thing, and the expectations and—"
Jordan cut my downward spiral short with a lingering kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, and arousal flooded back through me, diluting all those anxious fears.
"Talk to him," Jordan urged when his lips left mine. "I can't speak for him; that needs to be a conversation between the two of you." He flashed a quick, teasing grin. "As hard as that's gonna be for you two, you'll have to use yourwordsand talk aboutfeelings."
I groaned. "Are you sure we can't just beat the shit out of each other instead?"
Jordan smirked. "I mean, you can do that too. I'll totally cheer for you, beautiful."
I beamed, kissing his lips gently. "You'd cheer for me over your best friend? Now that's love, right there."
He laughed, an infectious, intoxicating sound that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. "I'll let you in on a secret, Vi," he whispered, his face full of mischief. "I love Rafe, but I'm notin lovewith him. And I definitely don't want to turn him over on this desk and fuck him until he screams."
Amusement and arousal battled within me as I pictured that exact scenario. With me bent over the desk, though, because that's what Jordan was implying.
"We'd get caught for sure," I murmured, even as heat flooded through me and my hands trailed down the front of his shirt. "Someone will need to use this class..." My fingers found his belt, and almost without conscious thought, I started tugging the leather free of the buckle.
Voices from the corridor reached us just moments before the class door started to open, and we scrambled to right our clothing before our compromising position could be spotted.
"Oh thank fuck," Jordan breathed as I scooted off the desk and smoothed my skirt down. "It's just you."
"Who were you expecting?" Rafe replied, his dark gaze taking us both in. Jordan's hair was mussed up, his lips swollen and pink, and his belt undone. Me? I couldn't find my fucking panties.
Jordan gave an easy laugh, doing up his belt once more. Damn. "I dunno, a teacher or something. How'd you find us?"
