Jonah's Salvation [The Order of the Mist 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Abbie Carlisle

Alana lifted her head back to allow him room to reach her, sending bolts of desire pulsing through her clit.

  As Jonah released Alana from his hold, he moved backward pulling his leather jacket off his shoulders.

  Alana stared at his broad frame. He was breathtaking and his muscles were tremendous under the tight T-shirt he wore as she pulled at the material and lifted it over his head. His beautifully tanned pecs made Alana inhale as she ran her hands over his solid skin down to the firm line of his abs. He was pure male. Leaning forward, she kissed his hot skin.

  Jonah growled loudly as her lips made contact. His cock had hardened the moment he’d held her but now it was pulsing violently as she took his nipple in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

  The taut bud in her mouth was delicious, making her suck harder as she listened to his enjoyment. She loved to hear the sound of his deep moan as much as she loved to feel the vibration of his desire through his chest.

  Jonah pulled at her shoulders, pulling her up to stare at her. The large mounds of her breasts were exquisite and he reached round and unclipped her bra, gently sliding the straps over her slim shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The soft curves teased at his balls, making them crave with desire as he traced his fingers down her collarbone and across her delectable breasts.

  He bent down and lifted her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed and laid her gently onto the plump covers of the bed. Pushing her knees apart, he knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her, he held his huge frame on his hands and stared into her soft gaze. Her hair had fallen, lying spread across the bed as he stared at the deep, dark color against her skin. It contrasted beautifully as he leaned down and took her mouth in his again. He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste. She fired such hunger in him that he would lie connected to her all night if he could. Her eager response made him invade her mouth harder as he felt her wrap her arms around his broad shoulders.

  Releasing her, he lowered to the soft roundness of her breast, taking the hard rosy bud in his mouth, and sucked hard.

  Alana cried out as pleasure soared through each nerve ending, sending her pulse rocketing as she relished every sensation of his mouth. Heat scorched at her skin, making her arch her back and her thighs clenched against his hips.

  Jonah could feel how hot she was as he moved to the other rosy bud, taking it in his mouth, teasing and licking feverishly. She was as enticing as he’d imagined as he let go and lifted himself above her.

  He stared down at the soft curve of her stomach. Her slim waist led to her beautifully curved hips and he reached down, pulling at the button of her jeans and slid the zip down. He bent and removed her shoes before lifting himself again and gently gripped at the waist of her jeans. He slipped them down over her soft, toned thighs and eased them from her feet. Standing, he kicked off his boots before pulling at the buttons of his pants and slid them, along with his boxers, down his large muscular legs, kicking them off and pushing them aside.

  Alana gazed in amazement at the long, solid shaft of his cock. He was a glorious sight. The taut V of his abdomen and his huge, strong leg muscles were perfectly toned. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and feel the strength of his body possess her as he knelt down between her thighs.

  The pretty satin material of her underwear lay covering her hot pussy, and he wanted to gaze upon her delicate folds as he reached up and pulled at the material, pulling them over her thighs and removing them. He growled deeply as he gazed at her sweet, hot lips, sending his pulse soaring as he ran his hands over the thighs. He leaned forward and kissed his way up the inside of her thighs.

  Alana tensed, the sensation glorious, and she grabbed at the covers, eagerly wishing for him to move higher so she could feel the heat of his mouth on her clit.

  Jonah paused as he reached forward and placed the tip of his finger on her hard bud, gently circling it. He heard Alana cry out. He couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her in his mouth. He leaned forward inhaling at her hypnotic scent. His cock yearned to feel the skin that his tongue was desperate to invade. He licked at her clit, growling hard, causing vibration to heighten the desire he could feel coursing through her.

  Her thighs clenched as she inhaled deeply. Her mind struggled against the pleasure. She’d never felt such ecstasy, but she craved everything he gave.

  Jonah felt himself melt into her as he kissed and sucked at her soft bud. The feel of her wetness against him sent his mind crazy as his cock pulsed in anticipation. He trailed his finger between her soft folds as he reached her hot entrance and pushed inside. Her wet eagerness gripped at his finger as he slid in further, groaning at the delightful sensation. She was ready for him, willing to take his invasion, and he loved her for it. Pulling out, he breached her again, this time burying himself deeper. He wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out as he pulled from her and lifted himself over her. She glistened, the heat of her desire flushing her skin as he smiled at her.

  “You smell so sweet and desirable,” Jonah said softly.

  He grabbed at her thigh, lifting her leg toward him as he pushed the bulging head of his hard cock into her gently. She felt so tight it made him inhale sharply as he eased himself further inside her. She was so smooth it made his cock pulse. Teasing her, he pulled out and pushed in harder.

  Alana’s body exploded with desire and she felt her heart pound in her chest. She could feel every last inch of him fill her and she craved to feel his hardness buried deep inside her. Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled out and pounded back inside her over and over. She cried out his name. Every cell in her body blazed with thirst for his body as he continued his relentless torment.

  Jonah became consumed by her. The feel of her beneath him, encasing him, drove his senses wild as he thrust harder and harder into her. He felt a tightening as his balls clenched, making him groan out loud.

  “Come for me, beautiful,” he said as he stared at her, watching her close her eyes as her orgasm built.

  Alana felt herself soar as pleasure radiated through her pussy and up every inch of her to her mind. She felt blinded by the power of her shattering orgasm as it hit her hard. Grasping at the covers, she cried out his name as her insides pulsed over and over.

  Jonah felt the wet sensation of her orgasm milk at his cock as his balls tightened. His roar filled the air. He arched his back, delving deeper into her as his seed fired through the end of his bulging shaft. He held his breath as he filled her, marking her as his own and claiming every inch of her body.

  Staring down at her, the vibrancy in his eyes shone with love. Jonah had never thought he would feel love again, but she’d stolen his heart and buried it inside her own. She’d suffered because of her beauty, but he cherished it. She was his female, his world, and he would die to protect her. Bending down, he kissed her passionately as he wrapped his arms around her.

  Alana knew that her heart was lost to him and had been from the moment she’d met him. All the fear and sadness her life had become vanished as she realized she belonged to him. She wanted him, desired him, and would do anything to make him happy. He was hers, and she was never going to let him go, ever.

  Chapter 14

  Alana sat on the bed, the covers wrapped around her as she listened to the sound of the shower from the bathroom. Imagining the water sliding down Jonah’s incredible body made her want to jump from under the covers, just so she could join him. The sight of his nakedness had thrilled her and she couldn’t wait to get him back into bed, so she could run her hands all over his delicious skin. It made her skin tingle to think that she’d found someone who had awakened those feelings inside her. She was amazed at how forgiving he’d been, and how she trusted him with her heart. She’d never considered being close to anyone, but now everything was different.

  Staring around the room, Alana was impressed with the luscious décor. The deep chestnut-colored floor seemed to shine, reflecting the large rotating fan that hung from the ceiling and the chestnut furniture
matched the skirting and architrave. Two pale, cream-colored chairs sat in front of the long slatted blinds that covered the windows and matched the color of the walls perfectly. It was so warm and relaxing as she remembered what Jonah had said. Their room. She felt elation soar through her heart.

  A pang of guilt hit her. She felt harrowed at feeling such happiness when her sister was in danger because of her. She knew The Order was working on trying to locate her but was still terrified of Harvey’s retribution for her leaving.

  Closing her eyes, she listened as Jonah turned off the shower. The seconds ticked by as she heard him dry himself and walk back into the room. She didn’t want him to see the worry on her face. Opening her eyes, she stared at him as he smiled gently. He’d wrapped the towel around his waist and the muscles of his defined abs glistened as her eyes traveled over his stunning body. His beautifully tanned skin glowed from the heat of the water and his hair hung loosely, soaked, but still a remarkable golden color.

  “You okay, beautiful?” Jonah asked. He could see the torment in her face, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

  Alana smiled. She couldn’t keep anything from him so what was the use in trying? “I’m worried about my sister. What if we can’t find her?”

  “We’ll find her. Lucian and Tobias are searching, and I’m going to go down to the security room and help. I promise we’ll find her and make sure Harvey pays for what he’s done to you both,” Jonah assured her as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.

  Jonah leaned forward and took Alana’s hand, placing a gentle kiss on her soft skin before sitting, facing her. The necklace she wore shone brightly from the rays of sunlight through the slatted blinds and he leaned forward, running his finger over the smooth surface of the bright yellow diamonds.

  “That’s beautiful.”

  “It was my Grandmother’s. She left it to me when she died. It’s the only thing I have left of my bloodline. It means the world to me.” Alana lifted her hand and placed it over his. “Just like you do.” She stared into Jonah’s auburn eyes.

  Jonah smiled. He’d been amazed by her strength after all the years of being held against her will, with the threat of her sister’s life in danger, and he knew how much she loved her. Staring deeply into her eyes, he could see the gratitude she felt for his help, and he felt saddened. She should never have been made to live a life of torment. Her love and compassion were astounding and he felt honored to have her sitting here with him.

  “As you do to me, Alana,” Jonah replied, his tone sincere. He was in love with her but didn’t want to scare her by telling her the intensity of his feelings for her.

  Alana smiled.

  Jonah stood and walked over to the dresser. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a pair of running shorts and a tank top. He dressed quickly and pulled on a pair of trainers before running his hands through his hair and walking back to Alana. He leaned forward and placed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately before pulling away and walking to the door.

  Turning back, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. “We’ll find her, beautiful. You grab a shower and come down. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  Jonah pulled at the brass handle, opened the door, and stopped. Jasmine stood directly in front of him, smiling.

  “Sorry to disturb you, Jonah, but I thought Alana could do with a few things.” Jasmine looked apologetic as she stepped back to give Jonah room to walk around her.

  “That’s very kind, my Queen.” Jonah nodded as he moved around her and into the hall.

  Alana sat and watched as Jasmine entered the room, closing the door behind her. Jasmine’s bright smile spread across her face as she walked across the room and placed some clothes and toiletries on one of the chairs. Alana saw the sun catch at her auburn curls, the multiple colors flickering against the beam of light. The color was so vibrant.

  Jasmine walked over to the bed and sat down, watching Alana intently as she gazed at the injury on her arm. It had healed well, but then Luca was pretty amazing with his power.

  “How’s it going with Jonah? Has he calmed down yet?” Jasmine asked.

  Alana smiled. Jonah had certainly been angry when they’d entered the room earlier, but it had soon been lost in the intensity of their lust. Not that she was going to admit that to the Queen. She was mated to the ruler of their race and it wouldn’t be acceptable to be so open about their relationship. She’d never had any female friends she could ever talk to before, or any relationships that she would have wanted to talk about.

  “You know I used to live with human parents. Before I met Elijah, I didn’t know about Mist and was shocked to find out that I was intended as the King’s mate. I used to be an editor in New York before Harvey started to track me. It was only Elijah and The Order who saved me from being killed by Harvey’s guards.” Jasmine wanted Alana to feel relaxed enough to talk to her.

  “How did you feel when you learned about our race?” Alana had always known about her heritage and that their kind were able to live for a long time. She was fascinated to know how the new Royal Order had been created.

  “I was scared to begin with. I’d never know such powerful, extremely large males before, but they were all so friendly and protected me. I owe them my life and I love Elijah with my whole heart.” Jasmine smiled.

  “Was Elijah the King when you met him?” Alana asked.

  “No. It was only when his father appeared before The Order that we found out his true heritage. My brother James told me that I was the King’s mate, and Elijah and I mated. Elijah anointed the members of The Order as Lords shortly after,” Jasmine explained.

  “James is your brother?” Alana was shocked. He’d never mentioned that he was the Queen’s brother.

  “Yep. I only found out a little while ago but we’ve grown close. He’s so kind and loving. He worked for Harvey to protect me.”

  Alana totally understood that feeling. She’d had to stay with Harvey to protect her sister.

  “So, how’re things between you and Jonah? You don’t have to tell me, but I’m a very good listener if you wanted to talk.” Jasmine’s kind smile made Alana relax.

  Jasmine was nothing like Alana had expected. She was really down to earth and Alana felt at ease talking to her. She’d been surprised to find out that an heir had existed. Her parents had never told her that the original King had a son, but Elijah had been kind to her when she’d arrived at Genesis. He hadn’t been angry at her involvement with Jonah in the cells either.

  “Jonah’s complicated. He was angry with me when we first met, but now we’ve grown close.” Alana’s expression concerned Jasmine.

  “That’s good, but what’s worrying you?” Jasmine asked.

  “Do you know about our past?” Alana wasn’t sure how much the Queen knew.

  “I know about the cells. I think Jonah’s feelings have been torn, but now we all know why you were forced to stay. We understand the terrible situation you were placed in.”

  “Has the King ever told you about how they got out of the cells?” Alana had felt too frightened to move when Jonah had left her in the cells. She’d stood there for what seemed like an eternity, fear rooting her to the spot and had never known where Jonah had gone.

  “Elijah has never gone into great detail but from what he has told me, Jonah found him in his cell. Elijah thought he was another guard to begin with, but Jonah told him he was another one of the prisoners. Jonah helped Elijah and they made their way through the basement level. More guards arrived and they’d had to fight their way up the stairs. Elijah told me that Jonah saw the scriptures by chance as they’d made their way through the rooms to find an escape. Jonah had grabbed them before they ran out of the building. From there they’d made their way into the woods surrounding the building, and had continued running until they’d reached the caves that had become The Order’s compound. The rest is history, so to say.”

  Alana sat there, stunned into silence as Jasmine recounted what had happene
d.

  “I’m glad they got out. It was awful what they were subjected to, and I was involved. I’m never going to forgive myself for the part I played in their cruelty.”

  Jasmine saw the pain across Alana’s face. “It wasn’t your fault and you can never blame yourself for what Harvey did. You didn’t know, and the creep had you forcibly taken and imprisoned. You may have been walking around in the fresh air, but you were still stripped of your freedom. Please forgive yourself.”

  Jasmine’s empathy made Alana’s heart constrict. “I didn’t think Jonah would ever forgive me. He was worried about how involved I was with Harvey, but I told him that I never allowed him to touch me. Harvey disgusts me.”

  Jasmine stared at Alana. She was extremely beautiful and understood why Harvey would want her. “Is that why Harvey kept you at the Headquarters? Did he want you that way?”

  “He tried a few times to suggest we get closer, but I told him what to do with his suggestion, and I wasn’t polite about it either.” Alana felt a smile cross her face.

  Jasmine giggled. “Good for you, girl!”

  Jasmine stood and walked over to the chair, picking up the clothes she’d bought and walked over to the bed.

  “I bought you some clothes. I hope you like them, as I know you haven’t got anything of your own. You can borrow these and we can order you some more things online,” Jasmine said as she handed Alana an assortment of jeans, T-shirts, and lingerie.

  “That’s really kind of you, thank you.” Alana smiled as she took the items from Jasmine.

  “That’s okay. Being the only two females here, I think we need to stick together.” Jasmine stared at Alana’s neck. “That’s a beautiful necklace, it’s amazing.”

  “It was my Grandmother’s, an heirloom of my bloodline. It’s the only thing I wanted to bring with me,” Alana explained.

  Jasmine looked at it, puzzled. What was it about the exquisite design that had her thoughts racing? The elaborate teardrop shape and the vibrant yellow color of the diamonds made her feel like she’d seen it before. She turned and walked toward the door.