Once Mated Twice Shy(12)

“Lettie.” Jordan said in his most commanding voice and she responded but not how he expected. It turned her on more. Her leg wrapped around his hip and she was… oh shit! “Lettie.” He said again. Too late. She put his cock inside of her. She was moving against him. No man had the will power to resist that. Jordan rolled her onto her back. She liked it this way. He preferred to take her from behind so he could cup those magnificent breasts with his hands but she liked this. So he would give her this. She always wanted to look into his eyes. She wasn’t looking now but maybe she would open them. When she did, there may be hell to pay but right now, this was heaven. Besides, she started it. Jordan rolled his hips and she moaned loudly moving with him. Both of her legs wrapped around him and he buried his face in her neck. God she smelled like heaven. Jordan covered her skin with warm kisses. His tongue traced the mating muscle. He wanted to claim her again so badly but without her consent, it was just another bite mark on her beautiful skin. Jordan moved carefully in and out of her. He wanted to give her pleasure, he wanted to give her the pleasure that he felt he owed her. She was right. The only thing that he’d done was make her unhappy the last few years. This was never a problem for them. The physical act of love making, it was meeting up at the same point in time with both of them feeling the same way and wanting the same things. It was easy early on, but later it rarely happened. Either he was mad at her or vice versa. What had happened to them? What happened to all that love? They were so in love when they were young. Lettie was moaning and writhing. His body was reacting of its own accord. She cried out his name and it was a panacea for all the hard feelings between them, for the moment anyway. Jordan’s body tensed then released inside of her. She stilled.

“You’re awake aren’t you?” He pulled out of her and got the wash cloth that he’d used to mop her brow with. He cleaned her gently then wiped himself. She still had not spoken, until…

“I want to go home.” Jordan nodded. “Now Jordan.”

“You can’t. Doc says you stay until the fever breaks.”

“Or until I end up carrying your pup. How many times has this happened?”

“That was the first and last. I swear, but in my defense, it was your idea. You kissed me, you licked me, and you put me inside of you. How can I turn that down? I haven’t had sex in forever, and well, it wasn’t an offer that I could refuse.”

“Bullshit. You were with Aimee just the other day. I saw you.”

“I’ve never been with Aimee, or anyone else for that matter.”

“Another lie. I’ve smelled females on you. The night you left, I scented…”

“No Lettie, I wasn’t with anyone, I carried a she wolf that was strung out on drugs home from the bar but I didn’t sleep with her.”

“I scented booze and a female Jordan. I know what I smelled.”

“Someone spilled a drink on me at the bar that night. What reason do I have to lie now? We aren’t mates anymore so it won’t get me anything. You’re it for me. I wish you’d see that.” His voice was so soft she barely heard him. He was being honest, she felt it. But why didn’t he say all of that before?

“Why not tell me that when it happened?” Her eyes were fiery.

“You didn’t trust me. You weren’t going to believe a word that I said. We were so far away from each other then.” The corner of his mouth dimpled. “I think your fever is breaking. Your body temperature is beginning to feel normal again. If you’d prefer to go to the infirmary, the doc will take care of you there.” She wasn’t sure what she should do. She hated the infirmary with its antiseptic smells.

“Did they catch the guys that did this to me?” Her chin quivered.

“Yeah. They won’t bother you again.” His eyes flashed.

“What happened?” She sat up wrapping her arms around her knees. “What happened to them? I don’t remember much.” Jordan sat up and faced her. Had he lied? Did she kiss him? Did she lick him? Did she? It was a dream. Wasn’t it? No, it was real. He wasn’t lying. Her wolf wanted him. Who was she kidding? She wanted him. She’d always wanted him. It didn’t matter. They were over. It was a momentary lapse in judgment.

“Mister Thompson called me as soon as you hung up. I rallied the betas and we got there within minutes but the damage was done. The rogues had already…” Tears oozed down her cheeks. “Are you sure that you want to hear this?” She nodded. “Okay. We rounded them up and did to them what they did to you.” Her brows knitted. His breath huffed out in a rush. “I used a broomstick to rape each one of them, and then I ripped their throats out.” Lettie cringed and swallowed hard. “I couldn’t let them go after what they’d done to you. I didn’t know if you were going to live through it or not. You’d been brutally raped and beaten. They’d bitten every inch of you. I still don’t understand the reasoning for that.” Lettie moved to get into his lap. Jordan held her while she cried.