Mine Furever: Jordan and Isadora: The Macconwood Pack Tales 8 by C.D. Gorri

Author:C.D. Gorri [Gorri, C.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C.D. Gorri
Published: 2020-06-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 5

From the second he’d spotted her, Jordan knew the sexy as hell woman was his.

Mine, his Wolf growled in his mind’s eye. The beast even more incessant since she’d gone to that secret magical place where he rested until called. The animal demanded Jordan get his head out of his ass and claim the woman as theirs now. What the hell was he waiting for?

He allowed her to lead him back to his office. The bar would do fine. He had left clear instructions with Shelby and Magnus, two of his best bartenders, for whatever might occur should he be called away.

It was like he’d known this would happen. But hell, he hadn’t counted on meeting his mate today. Now that he had. She was the only thing on his mind.

The scent of her arousal wrapped around him. Sweet and heady, like fine wine. He breathed her in, the cinnamon spice of her and wanted to taste it on his tongue. He’d promised not to kiss her for the night though. And didn’t that suck? But he would honor his vow. He would never lie to her or break his word.

She was his entire world now. His whole reason for being was to see her smile and make her happy. He felt her heart beating through the shirt she wore as she pulled him down onto the couch next to him.

“Jordan,” she smiled and brought her lips up to his, dropping sweet kisses that he wanted so desperately to return.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that I won’t be able to keep my word,” he growled and almost groaned when she moved from the seat next to him to straddle his hips.

His hands found her ass and kneaded the flesh there while she continued to lick and kiss his neck and collarbone. He heard the rip of material and fuck if that didn’t make him hotter. She’d torn his shirt in her passion.

“Sorry,” she moaned as his hands sought the smooth skin under the waistband of her pants.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped as he slid one finger along the seam of her sex.

“Yes, you should,” he countered. Fuck, if she made him stop now he was sure he’d die.

“Do that again,” she moaned, wiggling on his hand and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Fuck, this isn’t going to work,” he growled.

Her brown eyes widened and her face grew red as she struggled to stand up, but he wasn’t letting her go.

“You’re right,” she murmured, “I’m sorry.”

The scent of her guilt and hurt stung his nostrils. Jordan’s Wolf snarled at him. Shit. That was not what he meant. He stood up with her still in his arms despite her trying to step away.

“I meant, you have too many clothes on,” he growled and bent down, stripping her shoes, pants, and the tiny thong she had on so quickly she was panting by the time he had her bent over the arm of the couch.

“I know you don’t

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