"Jordy," I groaned, hitching my leg up around him and finding my long skirts in the way. "Ugh, fucking dress."
He gave a warm laugh as his hands gathered up the excess fabric. "Here, let me help," he so gallantly offered, pushing my dress up to my waist and boosting me up with strong hands under my thighs.
My back against the wall and Jordan's hands on my bare thighs, his hard length grinding me through our clothes... yeah I was going to come way too fucking quick. Then again, we did have to get back before too many people noticed we'd disappeared...
"Violet," Jordan murmured, kissing along my jaw, "I hadn't intended to take things this far. Or fuck, maybe I had..."
I laughed. "No complaints here. You're totally right; we both need to clear our heads a bit." I snaked my hands between us and fumbled with his belt. From the position we were in, it wasn't the easiest task. We made it work, though.
When he pinned me with his hips and brought one hand around to move my panties aside, his fingers brushed over Rafe's mark and I hissed with pain.
Jordan froze. Then he leaned back enough to look down and see what had just made me gasp like that.
"Possessive motherfucker," he muttered, lightly running his fingers over the bruise in a way that made my whole body quiver. "He justhadto mark his fucking territory, didn't he?"
I squirmed in his hold as his fingertips trailed higher and hooked under the side of my panties. "Jordy..." I groaned, "please..."
He didn't make me beg any more. Two breaths later, he was buried deep inside me, and his hand returned to my ass to hold me up while we fucked.
It was fast and dirty, and neither of us bothered to stay quiet as we took what we needed from each other. Uriel had haunted both of our thoughts far too much if we were both imagining him in every shadow, but this was the perfect way to chase him away.
My orgasm crept up on me without any warning, and I screamed out when my pussy clenched around Jordan's cock. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans and screams, but he didn't come with me. Fucker.
Instead, he waited until my climax ebbed, then pulled out and dropped to his knees, shifting my legs to his shoulders in a move that only a trained fighter could pull off. I knew what he was up to before his mouth even met my throbbing cunt. I'd known he was going to do it from the second he saw Rafe's primitiveclaimon my inner thigh.
"Jordy,fuck," I groaned as his long fingers held the fabric of my panties aside so he could torture me further. I swear, it was like he and Rafe were keeping a scoreboard of my orgasms or something... like Jordan instinctively knew Rafe had gotten two from me earlier and he needed to match that.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. Not in the least.
It took me almost no time at all to crash into another intense climax, and Jordan used the distraction to leave his own mark on my other thigh. He didn't use his teeth like Rafe had, but the purple hickey he left would probably take just as long to fade.
It was strangely perfect for the two of them. Different methods, same result. Except Jordan and Rafe were marked on my heart so much more permanently than those bruises.
The second my legs stopped shaking enough to safely hold me, I scrambled out of his hold and turned the tables. Rafe had left me wanting earlier, so there was no freaking way I was letting Jordan walk back into that party unfinished.
"Violet, you don't have to—" he started saying, then cut off with a sharp inhale when I took him fully into my mouth.
I sure as fuck didn't have to, but I wanted to more than I could put into words. Not that I could speak at the present.
Jordan's head dropped back as I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could, then ran my tongue over his silky hardness before licking across the slit at the end. His taste mixed with mine had me groaning, and as he grew harder, I moved my mouth faster, hands coming up to play with his balls... because why the fuck not?
"Vi, baby, if you don't want me coming in your mou—"
He didn't get to finish. I scraped my teeth over him and cupped his balls at the same time, and he jerked in my mouth, coming hard. After swallowing every last drop, I licked him all over from root to tip.
"Jesus, fucking, Christ," Jordan managed to choke out. "Where did you learn to do that?" He paused. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know, I don't care, I'm just fucking lucky to have you."
A burst of laughter left me as he helped me up, then the pair of us straightening our clothes to a somewhat respectable appearance. "Let's just say, it's certainly different when you're in love with—"
I paused at the scuff of a rock nearby.Was that…?
Jordan grunted as a shadow swung toward him in the near darkness, striking him hard in the temple. As he crumpled and before I could react, strong hands latched onto my arms and hauled me away.
Chapter 30
My screams echoed along the corridor, and it wasn't because I was afraid. Nope, I was pissed right the fuck off. My attacker had my arms pinned expertly and managed to drag me about fifty yards through the darkness. My attention was torn between trying to free myself, and tracking where we were so I wouldn’t be lost when I got free. So far as I could tell, he’d taken me off the main path and through a series of smaller tunnels.
Twisting in his hold, I used every technique I knew to free myself, but... my assailant anticipated each move I was about to make. At that moment, I knew who had me.
