Okay. The hallway is kinda a lil bit dark and definitely lonely. My eyes adjust uneasily to the dim semi darkness but I can honestly swear there's no one here.
I seethed. Talk about being wolf spurned. Well if this is Jordan's idea of a joke, I am definitely not flattered.
"Hey there, stunner" There's a hot breath on my neck just as my heels click to leave. I halt in my tracks. Yes. Obviously flattered. I swallow. The grating not so repulsive, should not be cute but is very much cute voice continues "Didn't think you would make it."
"Let's just say I decided to indulge your very repugnant fantasies. " I face him. Jordan Files. His frost eyes glows in the semi darkness.
"Touche" His hand drifts to cup my breasts. I stiffle a moan. "Very generous of you".
His hand closed over my breast and the world narrowed to the maddening press of his palm, the heat of it burning through sequins and skin alike. I should've slapped him. I should've walked away but instead my body arched shamelessly into the touch, as if it had been waiting for this very trespass.
"You're-" my voice was breathless, treacherous. "-a bastard."
Jordan smirked "I know ." His lips brushed my jaw, barely there, teasing.
My necklace was caught between us, cool metal against the fever of my skin. His fingers trailed up the chain, tugging it, pulling me forward until my chest collided with his.
Jordan Files smiled. Cute cocky bastard . He murmured, mouth grazing mine, " I'm starving."
The kiss that followed was not gentle. It was possession : sharp teeth, wet hunger, his tongue tangling with mine like he'd been waiting centuries. My knees buckled under the feral demand of it.
Jordan," I gasped, half plea, half curse.
"Say it again." His hand slid lower, fingers parting the slit of my gown like he had every right, grazing the bare skin of my thigh. My blood pulsed there, frantic, traitorous.
His fingers lingered on my thighs,stroking slowly, deliberately, until the slit of my gown wasn't fabric anymore but an invitation. I shivered, my lips trembling against his.
"You're insane," I whispered, though my body betrayed me, pressing closer, hungry for more.
"Then you're just as insane," he murmured back, lips grazing the corner of my mouth before he claimed me again, deeper this time, slower, like he wanted me to taste every dangerous promise he carried.
His hands explored with devastating patience-palming my waist, skimming the small of my back, sliding up to cup the curve of my breast again, teasing through sequins until I gasped his name into his mouth. Each touch was maddeningly slow, deliberate, like he wanted me to beg for the next.
When his palm slid beneath the fabric, heat bloomed everywhere. My back arched against the cold wall, the contrast burning. His mouth left mine, trailing fire down my throat, teeth grazing the delicate skin until I thought he'd mark me.
"Jordan-" It broke out of me, desperate this time.
He smiled against my neck, low and wolfish. "That's better."
Then, without warning, he lifted me-effortless, like I weighed nothing-and carried me a few feet into the shadows where a forgotten table sat, abandoned under a shroud of dust and neglect. He set me down on it, standing between my parted legs, his tux jacket already discarded, his hands rough against the softness of my thighs as he pulled me flush to the edge.
The hem of my gown bunched indecently high, gold sequins hissing as they caught under his fingers. My pulse thundered, my chest rising and falling too fast.
"First time?" His eyes searched mine, a flicker of restraint there.
"Yes." My voice cracked, but it wasn't fear-it was need laced with something reckless.
"Then I'll make you remember it."
His mouth returned to mine, kissing me slow and devastating, while his hands worked lower, tugging fabric aside, sliding with a skill that made my skin tremble. The first touch of his fingers was tentative, testing, and I moaned into his mouth-my body answering what my pride refused to. He coaxed me with deliberate care, drawing heat out of me until I was shaking, clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing holding me upright.
"Sweet," he muttered, his forehead pressed to mine. "So damn sweet."
When he finally entered me, the world shattered. Pain sliced through first-sharp, undeniable, my gasp muffled against his mouth-but beneath it came the surge of something else. Something hotter, fuller, that had me clutching at him, desperate not to let go.
He stilled, letting me adjust, his breath ragged against my ear. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
"Don't you dare." The words ripped out of me, fierce and certain.
And then he moved. Slow at first, deliberate thrusts that made me whimper against the burn, until the ache melted into a pleasure so sharp it felt like fire threading through my veins. My nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, urging him faster.
The table creaked under us, the hallway swallowing every frantic sound-my gasps, his growls, the obscene rhythm of bodies colliding. Pain blurred into pleasure, pleasure into something deeper, rawer, until all I knew was Jordan-his mouth, his body, his hunger feeding mine.
When I broke apart, it was with a cry that echoed down the empty hall, my body trembling against his as he followed, burying himself deep, his own release a shuddering growl against my neck.
We stayed like that, clinging, gasping, my gown tangled around my waist, his breath hot against my skin.
And through the haze, I thought again of Moira's words: Stay close to the vampire.
But it wasn't the vampire that had me trembling on a forgotten table. It was the wolf. And God, I wanted more.
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My face was still pressed to the wall when Jordan's hand slid lower, fingers finding the slick mess he'd already made of me. I gasped, back arching, as he circled lazily-like he wanted to drag out every last broken sound from my throat.
"Fuckkk-" my voice cracked into a sob. "Jordan-please-harder, don't stop-"
He chuckled dark, the sound vibrating against my spine. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" His fingers plunged inside me, wet, relentless, curling just right until my knees buckled. "So wet, dripping all over me... begging for more."
My moans grew louder, obscene, bouncing off the stone corridor. "Yes-, yes-faster! Harder, please!"
"Say it louder." His other hand slid up, palming my breast, thumb dragging across the tight peak through shredded sequins. His thrusting fingers quickened until I was a writhing mess against the wall, my thighs trembling.
"Harder!" I screamed it this time, shameless, my body clenching around his fingers. "Jordan, please-yes, yes, don't stop!"
He yanked his fingers out suddenly, leaving me gasping, ruined. I turned, furious, but before I could curse him his mouth was between my legs, lifting my gown up to my waist.
"Ohhh-fuckkk-" My hand flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as his tongue flicked mercilessly, hot and wet, dragging long, slow strokes that made me shake. He groaned into me, sucking, feasting, and the vibration tore another scream from my throat. "Yes, oh god, Jordan-please -don't you dare stop!"
My thighs clamped around his head, but he only growled and shoved them wider, pinning me open with wolfish strength as he devoured me, tongue plunging, teeth grazing my swollen flesh until I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure.
When I shattered on his tongue, my cry was so loud it echoed down the hallway, broken and filthy. My legs gave out, and he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes burning with hunger.
"Sweet girl," he rasped, unzipping his pants, freeing himself with no hesitation. "This time how bout you ride me."
He dragged me back onto the table, sat down with his back against the wall, and pulled me onto his lap, guiding me over his cock. The stretch made me choke out a raw scream.
"Fuckkkk!" My nails clawed his shoulders as I sank down. "So big-oh god-"
His hands gripped my hips like shackles, dragging me up and slamming me down again. "Bounce, pretty girl. Let me hear you scream."
And I did-every rise, every brutal thrust back down, my moans turned to cries of " oh god, Jordan-" until the sound of our bodies colliding drowned out the music from the ballroom.