His hips started to move in the same rhythm as Jordan’s lips. He knew it was coming and he couldn’t warn Jordan in time before he spurted into his mate’s mouth. He expected Jordan to pull back but he swallowed Duncan’s cock further drinking down his semen. Duncan’s cock slipped from Jordan’s lips and his knees almost buckled. Jordan stood to his feet and their lips connected. He was able to taste his cum in Jordan’s mouth, a low growl built up inside of him. He was still hard, and he wanted to be inside of Jordan again. He wanted to claim his mate one more time. He lifted Jordan off the floor and his mate’s legs easily wound around his hips automatically. He ripped Jordan’s sweatpants in half then positioned his cock at his entrance, pushing in slowly until his balls were sandwiched between Jordan’s butt cheeks.
Jordan leaned his head back on the door and whimpered, “Shit, Duncan.” His legs tightened around Duncan’s hips. He didn’t want to be gentle as he fucked Jordan. Sharp nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. The door shook and rattled loudly by the force of their coupling, anyone listening or watching would think it would break. But Duncan nor Jordan cared, the only thing that mattered was seeing the entranced look in those beautiful red eyes that entrapped him the first time they met. They were glowing and Duncan wished Jordan could see himself at that very moment.
Duncan felt his canines elongate and itched to pierce Jordan’s skin. He couldn’t wait any longer, his body burned with need, sweat soaked through his shirt, and he wished they were completely naked. He wanted to feel Jordan’s hot wet skin against his. The sounds of their pleasurable moans were loud enough to wake the neighbors if he had any. But even then, Duncan wouldn’t stop making love to his man. The feeling of being inside Jordan was indescribable. The man did things to him that no one else ever had.
They did not speak, and they did not need to. Their body spoke the words for them. Jordan pumped his hips faster as he felt his impending orgasm. Jordan tilted his head to the side, giving Duncan what he wanted. Not needing to be told twice, Duncan sunk his canines into Jordan’s neck. Blood gushed into his mouth and cum spurted from his cock, coating his mate’s inner walls. Jordan groaned long and hard as he came again for the second time. Duncan retracted his canines and licked the wound, healing it. He licked his lips, tasting the trails of blood that escaped his mouth. They stood there using the door to keep them from collapsing to the floor, holding onto each other waiting for Duncan’s knot to go down. Whispers of comfort and affection passed through their whispered lips as they basked in their afterglow.
Duncan stared at the résumé in front of him. He wasn’t trying to snoop, he really wasn’t. He’d come down for a glass of water and remembered there was something he wanted to check quickly. Jordan’s laptop was open, unlocked, and sitting on the kitchen table. It made no sense to go to his office to use his own, so he decided to use Jordan’s laptop instead. He’d been having a hard time sleeping since his conversation with Jordan the other night. He also had no idea why Jordan would be looking for a job. He had a perfectly good job as the kids’ caregiver and since they were mated, Jordan automatically became part owner of Pryde Industries.
But that wasn’t something Jordan would know. There were a lot of things they still hadn’t talked about yet. He figured Jordan was satisfied and was okay staying at home with the twins. Other than Jordan being his mate, Duncan trusted him with the twins more than anyone else. He scanned down to the bottom of the document and read the last line that made him chuckle.Jordan asking if he was Duncan’s wife?
“Far from it,” mumbled Duncan.
He leaned back in his chair trying to figure out what to do. Despite his words a couple of nights ago, he didn’t want Jordan anywhere close to the trouble he had a feeling that was coming. He needed to find a way to keep Jordan busy without him realizing what Duncan was actually doing. Pulling out his cell, Duncan sent a message for Sebastian to call him as soon as possible, saying that it was a Pryde Industries matter as well as a pack matter. Jordan was going to pitch a fit when he finally figured out what Duncan was going to do.
I better prepare for the argument coming my way.
Thinking better of it, he also added a mental note to purchase a new sofa, he pictured himself sleeping on it for a few days. He simply needed to change a few things. Closing down Jordan’s laptop, he got up and made his way back up the stairs. He was definitely going to end up sleeping on the couch. He’d avoided it so far, but Duncan knew sooner or later it was going to happen. He was bound to fuck something else up.
Jordan grabbed his cell answering it after the third ring. “Hey, Bronx, what’s up?”
“Hey, I’m going to have to cancel our lunch date. Something important came up.”
“Is everything alright?” Jordan asked.
“Yeah, everything is cool. I just need to take care of some work issues,” Bronx told him.
“I’m kind of bored, is there anything I can help you with?”
“Nah, I got this,” Bronx told him. “Let’s get together next week.”
“Okay,” Jordan said dejectedly then hung up the phone. He threw it on the coffee table in front of him. He slouched down on the couch and hated the way he was feeling. He was bored as hell and was hoping that a few of the places he applied to would start calling him soon for interviews. He would’ve told Duncan what he was up to, but he didn’t want to start another argument after they were starting to get closer. He looked at his watch and saw that it was still early, wondering what his mother was doing. He reached for his phone about to call her when the doorbell rang. Throwing it back to the couch, Jordan went to answer, hoping it was a nosey neighbor that would help him pass the time until it was time to pick up the kids.
“Mr. Sutton?” the guy standing in the sharpest suit Jordan had ever seen asked.
“Yes.”
“Sorry to disturb you at home.”
“That’s okay, what can I do for you?” Jordan asked politely.
The man smiled. “Tell me, Mr. Sutton, are you home alone?”
The hairs on the back of Jordan’s neck stood up, and he sensed danger. Slowly he started to back away from the door as he tried to close it. The man must have noticed and Jordan wasn’t quick enough. The man slammed his hand and pushed against the door the second he realized Jordan was about to shut it in his face. The force caused Jordan to fall flat on his ass. The stranger walked into the house as Jordan backed up, hoping to get away from him. He was searching behind himself for something to throw but couldn’t find anything. The man jumped on him, stopping his movements. Jordan would’ve been grateful if only one of those damn special abilities would’ve worked.
“I really didn’t want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice.”
“Yeah, well, fuck you, asshole!” Jordan yelled, smacking the man hard on both sides of the head and bucking his hips, throwing the man on top of him off kilter. His attacker yelled and grabbed his head, giving Jordan a chance to knee him in the crotch hard. The man screamed and rolled over to the side and off Jordan, as he grabbed his crotch. Jordan got up and ran to the back of the house and out the door. He didn’t think that there would be another man waiting and ran right into his arms. He was struggling and felt a prick in the side of his neck before his body went completely limp, at least he was able to see and hear everything around him.
“All you had to do was get the fucker,” the man holding him said.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s get the fuck out of here before the wolf comes back,” the other one said.
He was lifted and thrown over the man’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his thoughts, maybe he could get away like he did when Duncan was trying to help him turn back into a wolf. Turning into his wolf would be better, but the more he tried the more nervous he got and nothing happened. There was nothing he could do. He only hoped that Duncan would find him.
“Let’s hope the shit we gave him doesn’t wear off until we have him tucked away at the compound,” the one walking beside them said.
“Shut the hell up, stupid, what if he can hear us,” the one carrying chastised.
