Jordan's Purrfect Mate

by Jess Buffett

  Jordan’s body had hard muscles corded around his torso that travelled up his nicely tanned arms and down his firm legs. He was everything Colton wasn’t, but he didn’t mind. He liked the way his porcelain skin stood out against Jordan’s more tanned colouring.

  Colton dropped his gaze to admire the smooth chest above him. Jordan’s nipples had hardened and Colton couldn’t help but reach out and run a fingernail over one pebbled peak. Jordan sucked in a sharp breath and he smiled, watching his mate’s body go taut.

  Someone likes that.

  He did it again to the other one. With a low growl, Jordan knocked his hand away and settled back between Colton’s thighs. Bringing his feet up to rest on the bed, Colton let his knees fall open, exposing his hole more for his mate. The kissing and touching was great and all, but Colton wanted, no, needed more.

  “Make me yours,” Colton said, in between kisses.

  Jordan let out an almost painful sounding groan, then suddenly sat back and popped the cap on the small tube, coating his fingers in the clear gel. Colton watched with eager eyes, desperate for his mate to hurry.

  Jordan grabbed his prick and ran his hand up and down the length. Colton’s tongue came out and traced across his lips, playing with his piercing as he watched Jordan prepare himself.

  Not able to hold back, Colton sat up and reached forward, grabbing Jordan’s wrist. He pulled the hand toward his eager hole impatiently.

  “Easy there. That thing’s attached.” Jordan chuckled, but followed without question.

  “I know, and I want it attached to me.” Colton let go as Jordan started to trail his wet fingers over his entrance. He gasped when one large finger breached his opening. He fell back against the mattress, moaning. “Oh god. Hmmm, that’s it.”

  “That’s it? Are you sure?” Jordan’s eyes danced with amusement. “I thought this would be closer to it.”

  “Ah!” Colton let out a choked cry as Jordan nailed his prostate. “Oh, yeah, yeah. That was it. That one. Uh-huh.”

  He continued to babble as one finger became two, and Colton pushed down, fucking himself on the Wolf’s fingers. Colton used his own fingers to pluck at his nipples, pulling at the hoops that hung there, sending jolts of pleasure to his swollen cock. Sweat covered his body. He could feel his release climbing to the surface, but he forced it down. Colton wanted this to last as long as possible.

  He whimpered when Jordan pulled his fingers free and edged closer on his knees. He positioned his cock at the entrance to Colton’s wet hole. Colton held his stare, as his mate slowly entered his body for the first time, and he wanted to cry tears of joy. It felt better than anything he had ever felt before.

  Colton began to pant as Jordan’s fat cock eased forward. The slight sting it caused had his eyes watering, but he forced his muscles to relax and took all his mate had to give. Once fully seated, Jordan came down to lay over him. Colton sighed, wrapping his arms around Jordan’s neck and kissing him. Jordan kissed him back and slowly started to pull and push back in. Colton moaned and lifted his hips, trying to get more of his mate’s hardness into him.

  “Damn, you feel good.” Jordan groaned as he sped up.

  Soon all Colton could do was hold on for the ride, as Jordan took him furiously. His mate thrust in and out, and Colton felt like every nerve ending had been lit on fire.

  “Do you know how much you mean to me, Can? Do you know how much I want to make you mine?” Jordan snarled.

  Colton blinked up in surprise. Jordan had just called him Can, which he knew meant beloved for Wolf Shifters. “Can?”

  “Yes. My beloved. My heart. My soul.” Jordan punctuated each word with a thrust, his cock rubbing Colton in all the right spots.

  He could feel himself building to an overwhelming crest at his mate’s words, his balls drawing up close to his body, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His cock began to pulse and throb, causing his rock-hard prick to erupt all over his stomach.

  “Jordan!” he cried out, as fireworks went off inside of him. Just as he began his slow descent, he tilted his head to the side, wanting what only Jordan could give him. “Claim me.”

  Without hesitation, Jordan lunged forward, piercing his canines into Colton’s flesh, setting him off again. Colton echoed his mate’s movements, his own teeth piercing through Jordan’s flesh. The first splash of his mate’s blood hit his tongue, and he whimpered as he felt part of his soul being pulled out and replaced by a part of Jordan’s. His Panther purred, rubbing up against the piece of Jordan that now belonged him, as Jordan lost himself deep inside him.

  Colton marvelled at the feeling of completion that settled deep down, as Jordan’s teeth receded. Jordan lapped at the wound, closing it up. His tongue trailed down further to swipe over the wound left by Micah’s teeth, and Colton could feel the tingle as it began to heal.

  “Tickles.” He giggled. Colton’s eyes widened, and he slapped a hand over his mouth instantly.

  Jordan grinned down at him. “First you purr, and now you giggle. You are full of surprises, my mate.”

  Colton groaned, burying his head in Jordan’s chest. “Just pretend you didn’t hear that, okay?”

  Jordan didn’t answer, but his chuckle said it all. His mate wasn’t forgetting anytime soon. Somehow though, Colton couldn’t make himself care. Right now he was just feeling too good.

  Chapter 4

  Jordan

  Jordan watched his mate sleep peacefully beside him, both hands tucked under his cheek, so childlike. So different. It wasn’t that Colton’s usually spiked hair was flattened on top from sleep, or that his eyeliner was missing, having been washed away during his shower. It was something less tangible.

  The wall that always seemed to surround him was gone.

  Even with the piercings, Jordan saw an innocence to his mate that hadn’t been there before. Or maybe he just hadn’t been looking hard enough.

  While he’d grown up in the Hunter Clan and had been best friends with Jake and Dmitri since they were children, for a long time it had just been Morgan and him. Their parents had died a little over twenty years ago, and Jordan had only been eighteen at the time. With only three years between them, he and Morgan had stuck like glue together ever since. Perhaps it was fear of losing someone else he loved that had caused him to keep Colton at arm’s length. Whatever the reason, he was done. He’d vowed to never hurt his mate like that again.

  “I can feel you staring at me,” his mate mumbled, eyes still closed.

  “I was just thinking of how adorable you look,” Jordan admitted.

  “Ah, man.” Colton’s head abruptly shot off of the bed, his hair mussed and a scowl on his face. “No man wants to be told he’s adorable. Sexy, hot, you’re seriously walking a fine line with cute, but adorable. No.”

  Jordan laughed. His mate was hilarious.

  “A fine line, huh? I’ll keep that in mind, my little kitty.”

  Colton’s eyes widened, his mouth gaping out before he launched himself at Jordan. “You didn’t? I can’t believe you.”

  They rolled on the bed, Colton halfheartedly trying to land a few jabs. Jordan growled, as his mate actually managed to land a few. Damn cat was fast. When Colton reached an arm back, leaving him open and exposed, Jordan saw a chance and took it. He ducked a hand down and around the back of Colton’s raised arm then brought it up to grab the back of his neck. With a yank, he tugged the graceful Panther off balance enough to force him backwards with his other hand.

  Colton tumbled to the bed with a yelp, and Jordan fell on top of him. Pinning his mate to the mattress, he groaned as their naked erections collided. The need to feel friction consumed him as he began to move against his mate. Beneath him, Colton squirmed, panting heavily in his ear.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he muttered, continuing to thrust.

  “Yes,” his mate hissed, scoring his nails into Jordan’s flesh. He shivered as they trailed down his back, his skin pebbling in excitement.

  Jordan nipped a
nd sucked his way down Colton’s jawline and to his neck, his hand reaching out blindly to find the lube. While it had only been hours since they were last together, he didn’t want to take the risk of hurting his mate. He growled in frustration when he continuously came up empty.

  Colton sniggered. “Looking for this?” He waved the tube around, not hiding his amusement. “Helps if you look where you’re groping. You damn near took the lamp out.”

  “What can I say, I was pleasantly distracted.” He nipped his lower lip. “Since I’m so easily distracted, maybe you should take over.”

  Flipping them over, Colton yelped in surprise as Jordan settled him over his stretched out body, Colton’s legs on either side of him.

  “Take over what?” Colton blinked down at him.

  He waggled his brows. “The prep work.”

  Jordan loved to watch. Nothing turned him on more. Just the thought of Colton’s fingers sliding in and out of his own hole, preparing himself for Jordan, had him reaching down to circle his hand tightly around his prick.

  “Oh yeah?” Colton raised an eyebrow. “So you just get to lay there, while I do all the hard work?”

  He smirked, folding his hands under his head. “Sounds about right.”

  “Okay.” Colton shrugged, but the sly grin that formed on his mate’s face had Jordan narrowing his eyes. He didn’t trust that look.

  Colton stood up on the bed, squirting some of the lube into his fingers. Jordan had no idea what his mate was up to until Colton turned around and straddled his hips again. With his back to Jordan, Colton leant forward, tilting his arse up into the air as he brought his slick fingers to his entrance. Shooting a seductive glance over his shoulder, Jordan watched in awe as Colton lowered himself into two of his digits.

  Hot damn, he was giving him a show!

  The man’s hole was right there in front of him. He had an urge to lick the man silly, but he wanted to watch Colton stretch himself even more. He leant further in the pillows behind him, one hand coming back down and palming his cock as he watched Colton’s fingers slide out and then glide in. Jordan had to grab the base of his cock again. It was throbbing so badly that he was afraid he was going to come on the spot from the erotic sight. The sensual way his mate moved served to ignite the fire that was already burning inside of him

  Jordan couldn’t stop himself from reaching out with his other hand and tracing his mate’s fingers, pushing his own fingers in every time Colton pulled his out. Colton wriggled and mewled, trying to take more in. “Does it feel good, babe?” Jordan asked. “Because it sure as hell looks good.”

  His mate groaned as he dropped his head. “Yes. S–so good.”

  Jordan slowly stroked his cock, hypnotised by the erotic display in front of him. He couldn’t stand it any longer. The sight of Colton’s arse sucking his fingers in was too much. Jordan scooted down the bed until he was under the man and then took his mate’s cock into his mouth, feeding his dick to Colton. He grabbed Colton’s hips, rocking the man up and down, feeding his mate’s shaft to himself. Colton whimpered, sucking at Jordan’s cock, greedily. Jordan continued to pump his fingers in alongside Colton’s, wanting the man stretched completely before he fucked and claimed him again.

  The tension in Colton’s body grew as Jordan felt him near his peak. He was riding Jordan’s cock with his moist mouth aggressively, plunging down on every downstroke. The pressure in his balls was mounting, and a hunger was unleashing inside of him at an unbelievable rate of speed.

  Christ, he was crazy about his Panther, couldn’t get enough him. His need for the other man was growing to a fevered pitch.

  Jordan released Colton’s cock with a growl, pulling his mate off of him and dropping the man to his knees. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and so fast, mate,” he snarled, right before he plunged his cock deep inside his mate.

  Colton hissed and then shouted as he spread his legs wider, pushing his arse back onto Jordan’s cock. He gripped Colton’s hips, pumping in and out, unable to slow down. Colton seemed to be as lost as he was, meeting him with every thrust.

  Jordan finally claimed some of his self-control back. He wanted Colton to show him how bad he wanted this. Slowing until he stopped, Colton let out a growl of frustration.

  “Fuck me, Colton,” he commanded before his mate could complain, tucking his hands behind his back.

  Colton groaned, then nodded rapidly. He watched his cock slip in and out of his mate’s arse. It took every scrap of control Jordan possessed not to thrust, but he was unable to remain quiet. “You like fucking my cock? Do you like feeling it spear into you, splitting you in half?” Colton threw a wide-eyed look over his shoulder as he moaned, rocking back onto Jordan’s cock harder and faster. Hmmm, someone likes dirty talk. Jordan grinned. “Answer me, honey.”

  “Yes,” Colton choked out. “I love it.”

  “Love what, my mate?” He needed to hear Colton say it, he had no idea why, but just the thought of hearing the words fall from his mate’s lips sent a jolt of lust rushing through him.

  Colton lowered his shoulders to the bed. “I love your fat cock in my arse. Fuck me, my mate. Please, fuck me.” Colton purred.

  Spurred on by his mate’s words, Jordan placed one hand flat between Colton’s shoulder blades and the other on the small of his mate’s back. He thrust into Colton with a little more strength than he had meant to as he watched Colton slide forward. “Is this what you want, my mate?”

  “More,” Colton cried out.

  Jordan felt his canines descend as he pistoned into Colton’s body. He had already claimed him, but Jordan’s Wolf suddenly reared forward, wanting to stake another claim as the pleasure was mounting higher. Colton cried out, as his band of muscles began to milk Jordan’s cock, his mate’s orgasm pushing him over the edge.

  “Mine,” he snarled, before he bit into Colton’s shoulder, emptying himself into his mate.

  They went on and on, as Jordan ground his cock into Colton’s arse. He finally had the right frame of mind to release his mate’s shoulder, easing back enough for him to slip out of Colton’s channel.

  “I t–thought I w–was supposed to take control?” Colton panted out the words against the sheet.

  Jordan licked at the wound, his arms circling around his mate’s waist as he fell to the side. “Next time,” he mumbled into Colton’s shoulder.

  “Hmmm, I’ll hold you to that.” Jordan could hear the grin in his mate’s voice. It lightened his heart to know that he could elicit such an emotion from his mate after royally screwing up.

  He chuckled. “You do th—”

  The phone beside his bed interrupted him. Knowing it could only be a handful of people, Jordan had no choice but to answer. After his actions in the meeting, the last thing he wanted to do was ignore a possible call from his Kayan.

  “’ello?” he grunted.

  “Am I interrupting something?” Jake’s tone suggested he knew he was, and found it damned amusing.

  Jordan sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Yeah, but you already knew that, so it must be important.”

  Jake sighed. “Yeah, sorry, man. Though I have to say I am glad there is something for me to interrupt.”

  “Me too. Thanks.” And he meant that. If it hadn’t been for his friend’s intervention, he very well could have lost his mate. “So what’s up?”

  “I’ve just finished speaking with the Kurultai,” he answered.

  Their council? Shit, he had meant to set that up. “Damn, Jake. I’m sorry, I was supposed to do that.”

  “I’m quite capable of setting up a video call,” Jake huffed indignantly.

  Since when? Jake was many things, but tech savvy had never been one of them. “So Sawyer set it up for you, huh?”

  Jordan laughed at his friend’s grunt because he knew he had hit it right on mark.

  “Dickhead,” Jake muttered. “Anyway, they’ve put a priority on finding out where the other facilities are that Colton mentioned. Seems we aren’t
the only ones to have had trouble lately, but we are the only ones who have been able to identify who we’re up against. The Vampire Consiliu are just as pissed, according to Jonas.”

  Jordan winced. “How’d they take the news of Darius?”

  “Not good. Jonas suspects he’ll be under a lot of scrutiny now. Not to mention we have the Panther Conclave trying to butt their noses in. Seems after the last few years of stating that it wasn’t their war, the discovery of some of their people in the last warehouse has finally encouraged them to act. Problem is, their pride is stung and their arrogance knows no bounds.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yep. Which is why I need you and Colton to work on tracking down the other warehouses.”

  “We’ll head down to the control room, and start getting set up,” he said, peering down at Colton to find him asleep.

  “Thanks, man.”

  Jordan hung up the phone, wondering how in the hell they would accomplish the task that they had been set. It had been difficult enough tracking them down the last time, and that had been with Colton’s inside help.

  Leaning over, Jordan kissed Colton’s shoulder. “Time to wake up, babe. We’ve got work to do.”

  “Not now, Mum. Just five minutes more,” his mate mumbled.

  Jordan chuckled, nudging Colton. “Come on. And I don’t think your mum would ever wake you up like that.”

  “No,” Colton sighed sadly.

  His words suddenly hit him, and he felt like a heel. “Ah, babe. I’m sorry.”

  “Nah, it’s okay.” Colton shifted to sit up, still facing him. “I just miss them, you know? And my brothers…they hate me, Jordan. They blame me for our parents’ death.”