Fates Entwined

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I let out a shuddering breath as he pushed my legs apart. He licked his lips and kept eye contact with me as he kissed the sensitive skin along my inner thighs. I braced my hands on the counter, anticipating what would come next. He kissed up and down both my legs, never letting his lips travel too high. I let out a whimper, needing him to touch me where I wanted.

"Please," I whispered.

Jordan leaned in, his mouth just an inch from my center. His hot breath caressed me, and my whole body shuddered, then went boneless as he licked a long, searing stripe up my p***y.

“You taste good,” he said. “Just like I imagined.”

“f**k, Jordan,” I said, breathless. He hummed and latched his lips around my c**t, swirling his tongue around it. I arched my back and dug my fingers into his thick, golden hair. He growled a little as I tugged on the strands, his hands moving to grip my ass and drag me even closer to his face.

Then he plunged his tongue into me, f*****g me with it. He gripped my hips tightly, keeping me in place, and I moaned, loud and long. I couldn’t help but grind against his face, chasing the pleasure.

Jordan brought a hand up and used his thumb to rub my c**t as he continued to f**k me with his tongue. It sent a bolt of heat straight through me, and I tugged against his hair even harder.

"Jordan...I'm so close," I panted.

Jordan hummed, the vibration adding to the pleasure pooling low in my stomach. My whole body started to shake. I was right on the edge, and I needed him to push me over.

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and curled them upward. He stroked his fingers along the soft spot inside me, and at the same time, circled his tongue around my c**t.

I came with a scream, yelling his name, and gripping Jordan's hair so tight it had to be painful. He kept up his attention to my c**t, drawing out my o****m. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me, and it seemed to last forever.

When it was finally over, I was trembling and could barely catch my breath, but I still craved more. I grabbed Jordan by the back of his neck and dragged him up for a kiss. His lips were soft, and he tasted like me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, wondering how I would ever get enough of him. Through his jeans, the hard length of his c**k pressed against me, and I rubbed myself along it. I wanted him inside me, f*****g me hard and fast. Why had we waited so long to do this? I couldn't remember anymore.

“You sounded so good yelling my name,” Jordan growled. “I want to hear you scream it again.”

“Make me,” I said, cupping him through his jeans. He was big and hard and I wanted to feel him inside of me even more now.

The doorbell rang, and we both froze. A second later, someone knocked on the door.

I looked up at Jordan, my eyes wide. “Who's that?”

“I have no idea,” Jordan said with a scowl. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

He handed me my clothes and I slid off the counter, pulling my pants up quickly as my legs continued to shake with aftershocks of pleasure. s**t, where was my bra?

The knock came again, more insistent this time.

No time for the bra. I struggled into my shirt, shoving a hand through my hair after I caught sight of how wild Jordan looked. I only hoped whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn’t judge us for looking like this, or be able to tell what we’d been doing. Then again, there was no hiding the smell of s*x from a shifter.

Jordan pulled the door open, still shirtless, and Kaden and Ayla stood on the other side. Out of all the people who could have stood outside, they were the absolute last people I wanted to see me like this. Especially my brother. s**t.

Ayla put her hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide. She hid it quickly enough, but I caught her stifling an almost involuntary laugh as she looked us both over.

Kaden's gaze lingered on Jordan's disheveled hair and then went to my skewed clothes. He raised his eyebrows, and I could have sworn the air around us plummeted ten degrees. “What the hell is going on here?” he asked, blunt and straight to the point as usual. “Are you two together?”

“Kaden,” Ayla said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We don’t know what’s going on⁠—”

“We’ve been texting both of you, and neither of you was answering. So we decided to come by to see if you were okay,” Kaden said, cutting Ayla off. “I thought you were in danger, not… Whatever the hell this is.”

“We’re fine,” I said. “We’ve just both been...busy.”

“Yeah, I can see you've been real 'busy,'" Kaden said with a scowl.

I pressed a hand to my forehead. How was this my life? “Why don't you come inside and sit down?"

"Good idea," Ayla said as she came inside, dragging Kaden in after her.

“Can I get you anything?” Jordan asked them. He didn't look as uncomfortable or awkward as I expected him to be.

“Yeah, you can put on a damn shirt,” Kaden said.

"Like you're one to talk," Ayla said, rolling her eyes before turning back to Jordan. “Some water would be great, thank you."

Jordan left to get the water from the kitchen while I led Kaden and Ayla to the living room area. The tension was off the charts, and I awkwardly cleared my throat as I heard the tap running and the sound of glasses being filled. I was pretty sure my face was beet red, and I couldn’t look at Kaden at all.

“I can’t believe the two of you are…” Kaden trailed off and made another vague gesture as he sat on the sofa with Ayla.