Page 53 of The Wolf She Shouldn't Desire

I race to get in front of him and place my hands on his chest and apply pressure. It’s like pushing against a damn brick wall. “Jordan, you can’t. This isn’t me defending him like you tried to accuse me of the last time we talked about Zander, and I am definitely not protecting him either. Danny has it handled, so let him. Please.” I make sure he can see the pleading in my eyes.

“Danny handling it may not mean that the bastard is killed, and he fucking deserves to die for threatening to—” he growls and tries to push past me, but I don’t let him.

“Jordan!” He seems not to hear me, and I try pushing him to get his attention focused back on me again. “You’ll paint a target on your back and your pack’s if you kill him!”

That grabs his attention, and he looks down at me. Thank god.

“You kill him now, or at all, and you’ll have vampires coming for your throat, my father included.”

“I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to, and I don’t want you to. I don’t want to have to worry about you and the bounty that will surely go out if you kill Zander. Maybe after Danny handles it, if Zander is still alive, then we can revisit the subject. Hell, I want to kill him more than you.”

“That might be up for debate.”

I glare at him in challenge. Is he serious?

“Fine,” he grumbles. “I’ll drop it…for now.”

Releasing a sigh, my arms go from stiff beams against his chest to limp noodles. I take a step forward and lower my head to the center of his chest. Taking in a deep breath, I’m hit with Jordan’s scent, and it fills me with a sense of comfort and ease. I could live in his scent. I feel Jordan’s hand curve around my lefthip and then soon I feel pressure under my chin encouraging me to look up into his blue eyes.

“You were telling me something about two couples you saw today?”

My heart skips a beat, and my nervousness in talking to him ramps back up.

“I could see the love, happiness, warmth, and ease between them. It made me realize that I want that for myself with someone thatIchoose. I’ve never had a connection like I saw between those couples today. I’ve always either been afraid or unwilling to have that connection with someone. And then I started thinking of you.” By the end of my little speech, I’m whispering.

“Me?” he whispers as well.

“You. From the moment I met you, I’ve felt a connection with you, but I fought it. Not because I was scared of you like I’ve been with anyone else in the past that I’ve had a mild interest in. Those in the past scared me in questioning their motives and what would happen if I let my guard down and gave them my heart.”

His chest vibrates slightly underneath my palms. I realize he’s growling a little at the mention of others. He’s definitely possessive sometimes, but I’m not put off by it. If it becomes an issue, we will have a talk about it, but for now I bask in it.

“I was concerned about how it could work between us, but I was more concerned about what others, vampire or werewolf, would do to you or to me if I were to give into the feelings that were trying to take control of me whenever I was around you. I wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye if you were hurt or worse killed by my kind because you dared to think you could be with me or whatever asinine reasoning they would use to justify coming after you.”

“I think I should be the one to decide if I want to take that risk or not, sweetheart. Just like you should be the one to decide for yourself if you want to face the wrath of werewolves becoming hostile towards you in the same way, right?”

I smirk. “You may have a point there.”

“Mmmmm.” He nods his head up and down to show what he thinks about my response.

“Anyway,” I chuckle but quickly return to being serious again. “I realized fighting what I was feeling for you made me miserable. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I met you. I’m so unhappy while denying my feelings for you.” My eyes become watery as I feel myself on the verge of crying from both happiness and sadness. I push it back those out of habit because no one can see me vulnerable in that way. “All of it was made worse that instead of being with you, I was being made to marry a man that I’ve always despised and almost murdered on several occasions. But when I allowed myself to think of you and dream of what it could be like to for once do what my heart wanted and be with you, I felt happy and excited like I have never felt in my entire immortal life.”

Jordan leans down and presses his forehead to mine and grins. It’s a wide and goofy grin that would be silly on anyone else, but it makes him look endearing and simply filled with joy. “I need you to say it, darling. What is it that your heart wants?”

“It wants you Jordan,” I whisper between our lips that are just an inch away from each other. “Only you.”

His lips close the distance between us and devour my own, letting me know he is right here with me in the desire to give what is between us a chance to blossom.

Chapter 24

Talia

The kiss quickly ignites a fire between us that neither of us is ignoring or fighting this time. Jordan pulls my hips closer to him, and I can feel the hard length of him pressed into my stomach. Heat pools between the apex of my thighs, instantly making my panties damp. A shiver courses through me at being this close to him and from the desire I feel for him as he continues to kiss me. My arms trace up his chest to wrap around his neck. One of my hands intertwines with the locks of his hair at the base of his head as our tongues intertwine.

Suddenly, Jordan moves both of his hands down to grip my ass and lifts me, causing my legs to wrap around his waist without thinking. I whimper into his mouth at the direct contact my core makes with his hard length despite the layers of clothes between us. I feel us move, and then, my back hits a wall. I pull away from the kiss in surprise and see that Jordan moved us across the room. With the distraction, Jordan’s mouth moves to my neck, and he begins kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin there. My head falls back against the wall with a moan and my eyes close again. I can feel myself becoming increasingly more wet––if that is possible––and my hips start to move against him. This time Jordan moans and it sends tingles racing from where his lips are pressed against my throat throughout my body.

Usually having anyone near my throat would send alarms through me, but all I feel is pleasure with Jordan.

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