He gripped her hips and squeezed her ass. “Feel free to repay me this way for anything I ever do for you in the future.”
She giggled and dropped again. And again. The heat built from the friction of their mating. She rocked over him, wiggling her hips and jerking his cock with her tight sheath.
“Fuck!”
Her rhythm increased in tempo. He helped her ride him. She laid her palms flat on his chest and thumbed his nipples. His cock was getting a serious sucking by her *.
She rocked harder, faster, faster, until she gasped and her body’s grip on his dick tightened.
“Keep going baby.”
Her mouth dropped opened. She puffed in and out while gliding on his cock. He slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing a finger over her tight little nubbin.
One choked moan and her body turned stiff. He pinched her clit and she groaned. Her * rippled over his cock, sucking him deep with each contraction of her climax.
He lifted her by her waist and dropped her hard on his steely shaft while she was still coming down from her high. Pleasure blasted down his spine. He jerked inside her body, filling her with his seed.
She dropped on his chest. He stayed inside her, even after his dick went limp for all of thirty seconds, before he went hard again. She hugged him tight while they caught their breaths.
*
“Jordan!” Ellie snapped her fingers in front her face and took a sip of her mixed drink. “Would you please stop daydreaming about my brother? It’s going to traumatize me to keep scenting your arousal for him.”
Jordan laughed. “Sorry, but it’s his fault for being so damn fantastic in bed.”
“Oh, ew!” Ellie covered her ears. “I don’t want to hear it. Stop! Stop!”
Jordan chuckled and slipped a strand of hair behind her ear. “Alright, calm down.”
“Did you and Aric finally decide on a date for you to go from marked to mated?”
Jordan choked on the fruity cocktail. “What?”
She coughed through the liquor stinging the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. Did she hear her say the ultimate wolf commitment word of mate? “What do you mean marked and mated?”
Ellie stopped her hand mid air on her way to bring her drink to her lips and gawked. “Are you serious?”
“I thought you said you didn’t get drunk like humans?” Jordan continued to cough into a napkin. A waitress placed a glass of water in front of her with some napkins. “Right now you sound pretty drunk to me.”
“I don’t get drunk. Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sure by now you know about being marked. You and Aric have been glued at the hip, or better said, the crotch,” she giggled, “for the past few weeks. At some point, he had to have discussed your marking.”
“What marking?”
Surprise lit Ellie’s gaze. “He really didn’t tell you?”
Panic started to build inside her. Had Aric kept something important from her? “No. Tell me what? Stop hedging and talk already. What is this about a mark and mating?”
She’d caught more than Jordan’s interest with those words. For as long as she’d been friends with Ellie one of the things she’d learned about shifters was that they only mated with a person they were willing to spend their life with. It was marriage, wolf-style.
Ellie put her drink on the napkin and licked her lips. She appeared unsure of what was going on. “Jordan, Aric marked you.”
“I don’t remember any marks. And I’m pretty sure I’d know if he had.” She glanced down at her body expecting some strange new symbol to appear out of nowhere on her skin. Not that she could see through her dress, but she instinctively made a visual assessment for anything strange. Nothing.
“Oh, you’re marked. I can still smell it. It’s waning, but it’s there.” Ellie lifted her brows with a grin. “You’re a marked woman.”
Jordan laughed at Ellie’s reference to the Scarlet Letter. “Where in the world am I marked?”
She sipped her Wild Paradise cocktail and lifted the tiny colorful umbrella stabbing a cherry. “Somewhere behind your right shoulder is my guess.”
Her hand went to the back of her shoulder, feeling over her skin to encounter a small bite scar. “That is my mark? He bit me during sex, big deal.”
“Yeah, that’s usually how it happens.” Ellie giggled. “Unless you’re in a scenting ceremony, in which case it happens in the vicinity of a bunch of relatives.”
“Are you saying Kelly and Marco had sex in front of everyone?” She had to watch the rest of those videos. None of the others had caught anything that X-rated.
“Not in front of everyone, but in the vicinity. Like you and my perverted brother,” she mumbled.
“Did he tell you about that?”
“Didn’t have to.”
Jordan gasped. “Oh. Em. Gee! You knew!”
Chapter Nine
Ellie gulped her drink down.