Chapter 54: Never Leave

Jordan tossed Sterling on the bed in his suite. “Fucking idiot,” he said before he left his brother to sleep off the liquor and beating. Walking back to his own suite, he thought about the stuff Sterling said. He was a complete moron, but he wasn’t totally wrong. His fingers caressed the marks behind his ear again, and a smirk found his lips.

Opening the door of his suite, he walked into the bedroom. Morgan stood inside holding a bag with her head tilted at him. “Honey, I know what you’re thinking, but I promise I had no intention of using those on you,” he said.

“Oh, so you were planning to use them on someone else?”

“Of course not. Sterling likes to run certain inventions by me before they’re released because of my”—he teetered his head back and forth—“interest in certain things. Don’t believe me? Check the note.” She pulled out the folded note inside and read it.

*To my elderly brother. Check these out and tell me what you think…with your nasty ass :)*

She laughed. “Okay, okay, I believe you. Thought for a moment you brought them expecting to get lucky before we’d even made up.”

“I’m smarter than that. I know when you put your foot down about something there’s no changing your mind.”

“I love it when you talk like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re paying attention.”

“Kind of hard not to pay attention to the woman you’re in love with.”

Morgan’s cheeks reddened. She pulled the items out of the bag. “How the hell do these even work?”

“Let’s just say Sterling is a genius when he wants to be.”

“Show me,” she said with innocent eyes that held their usual fire.

Jordan coughed. “Stop looking at me like that.”

She pouted just as sweetly. “I can’t help it, so stop giving me a hard time and show me please, *Alpha*.” She saw his eyes tinge, and she smirked.

The residual soreness from the antics of the night no longer seemed to exist. Walking over, he took the gadgets from her hands. He threw one over his shoulder and prepared the other one. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “Open your mouth.” Morgan bit her lip before doing what he said. Adjusting the clamps on her mouth to his liking, Jordan laced the straps around the back of her head. He looked at his mate in admiration. “This keeps your mouth open. Full range of your tongue, but no control of your lips. I’m sure from the shape you know what it’s for.”

Sliding the straps of her dress down, Jordan’s jaw twitched as it dropped to the floor, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra. She stepped out of it. “Hands behind your back, Ms. Pierce,” he demanded. He strolled around her and placed the leather clamps around her wrists. “These are an upgrade to typical restraints.” He laced the straps around her breasts all the way down to her waist. Holding the remaining strap, his eyes gleamed. He tugged at them, and Morgan groaned as all the straps sank into her skin. “I’m sure you remember this feeling.” Her eyes shifted in color, and her breath harshened.

Picking her up, Jordan carried her to the bed. He laid her down and looked her in the eyes. “Morgan, how much do you trust me?”

Unable to speak, she linked to him, *“With my life.”*

“Good girl,” he said out loud.

Standing, he undressed and walked to the side of her. Starting from the top of her head, he kissed every inch of her, at times biting roughly into her skin. Morgan arched her back as he reached her thighs. He removed her thong and shredded the thin material into confetti. Biting into each thigh, he enjoyed the way it made her squirm. He stood. “Still comfortable?” She nodded. He ran his hand gently over her body as he made his way to the top of her head. Jordan stroked his erect manhood, then inserted himself into her mouth.

She automatically swirled her tongue around it, and he growled. “You’re not playing fair, Honey,” he said, pulling the leather strap hard. Her moan caused a vibration against his shaft, and he growled again. Propping her up, he laid against her and stuck two fingers inside. He pressed his tongue against her clit, and Morgan groaned, causing the vibration to hit him once more. He pleasured her, using his fingers in an upward motion inside her while alternating between biting gently and licking.

As he thrust himself inside her mouth, Morgan ran her tongue against him. Jordan tugged at the strap, and her eyes watered from all the different sensations. Feeling her climax rise and fall as he tortured her, she wanted so badly to scream. The pressure building inside her was intense, and she moaned louder and louder against Jordan’s shaft.

“Shit, Morgan…” he groaned out, the sound making her grind her hips against his fingers and his face faster. He bit hard on her clit in response. She let out a hard muffled scream as she squirted all over him, and he came inside her mouth.

Jordan pulled away from her and sat her up. Dazed, she still shook as he removed the straps and clamps. She stared at him breathlessly, her orgasm seeming to hit her again. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Well, Ms. Pierce, it seems you are a squirter,” he said with a twisted grin as he pointed to the big wet spot on the bed. She covered her face, and he pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. I had a feeling that you were and I like it a lot.”

“Okay. That makes me feel better.” The two laid down, and Morgan shifted in his arms. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She was embarrassed to say, but since the claiming, her wolf seemed to be in overdrive. “Nothing…”

He pulled her close to him and nibbled on her shoulder. “Your wolf seems to disagree.”

“It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry,” he replied as his hands roamed over her body. Reaching behind her, Morgan stroked his shaft, and she could feel it harden. He turned her head and captured her mouth, causing her body to immediately react. Lifting her leg, he slowly entered her. Hand to her neck, he thrusted inside her, and like when they were in Paris, he made her climax the entire night.

*****

*A few days later*

Jordan grabbed Morgan’s shoulders. “Breathe Ms. Pierce,” he said.

“No Jordan. I don’t want you to go. I have a bad feeling. I-I don’t—just, please don’t go.” She was shaking, and he looked up at Sterling, unsure what to do. At most she would pout when he had to travel for work, but today she was beyond hysterical.

“Honey, it’s only for a few days. I’ll be back, I promise. While I’m gone, you still have this idiot to keep you company.”

“Oh har har,” Sterling said, rolling his eyes, but none of their banter was working. “Little Red, what if I go to see him off, and then come back and let you know in person he got on the plane?”

That seemed to calm her a little. “Okay…but you’ll come right back, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss a chance to hang out with you.”

She kissed Jordan tenderly. “Please be safe.” She didn’t want him to go; something was telling her he shouldn’t. Pushing past the dread in her heart, she hugged him again before he and Sterling got into the limo.

*****

Morgan sat at Sterling’s home, completely on edge. She tried to convince herself that she was overreacting, but her heart felt differently. Deciding to take her mind off it, she showered, did laundry, and moved on to making the bed.

Sterling walked in behind her and tilted his head. “Gets me every damn time,” he said as he stared at her ass.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m still mad at you. Did Jordan make it safely on the plane?”

“Safe and snug like a bug in a rug.”

“Good.”

Her short answer getting to him, he whined, “I said I was sorry, Little Red! I didn’t mean to tell everyone you buck like a bronco!” She ignored him, and he placed a large bag of sour patches in front of her. “I got your favorite candy.”

“Thanks,” she murmured.

Sterling leaned forward, his body towering over hers. “Okay. I’ve verbally apologized and promised to change my behavior. I’ve apologized with food. How else can I apologize? I’ll run naked outside if you want me to.”

She tried to hold her scowl, but a giggle broke free. “I’m mad at you right now, but I love the fact you always make me laugh.”

“I love that I can make the woman I’m in love with laugh.” She felt her heart flutter. “Now, tell me? What can I do to make you happy with me again?” The way he said it made her shudder. “Naughty girl,” he said, picking up on it.

“Shut up, it’s these damn pheromones. Thought I’d already gotten used to them.”

He chuckled. “It intensifies once you’re marked, though by your reaction, I think you’ve already figured that out.” She did. She could hardly be around either of them for a long period without wanting to rip their clothes off. “If it makes you feel any better, your pheromones are driving me insane.” His hands traveled down the arch of her back, and she shuddered again. “Morgan?”

“Hm?”

“How much do you trust me?”

Her eyes widened, remembering that it was the same question Jordan asked before he sent her to heaven. “With my life,” she said.

“Good. Don’t move.” She heard his feet descend and then he shortly returned. Pulling at her shorts, he tugged them down. “I want to try something, and if you don’t like it, I’ll stop, okay?” She nodded. “Move up further on the bed.” Stepping out of her shorts, Morgan found herself on all fours on the bed. Sterling tilted his head and looked at her, smiling at the sight of the wetness on her panties. “Well that’s a confidence booster,” he quipped, and she groaned.

“Leave me alone.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, and he helped her remove them. He licked his lips and placed his entire weight on the bed.

Waiting in anticipation, her eyes shot open when he drove his tongue into her behind. “Oh!” She squirmed, but he held her in place. Falling in a daze of confusion, she felt herself grow wetter. The sound of a vibration caught her attention, and he pressed a toy against her clit. Morgan struggled to remain in position as the mix of feelings moved through her. She couldn’t speak, her legs already shaking as her first orgasm coursed through her.

Giving her a moment to gather herself, Sterling then took his place again. After her fourth orgasm, Morgan finally dropped to the bed. Breathless, she heard him shut the vibrator off and remove his pants. Sterling lifted her, his eyes burning yellow as he saw the perfect arch in her back. She rocked back and forth. “Don’t tease me, Little Red,” he said gruffly.

She chuckled. “You said you loved my ass.” She angled herself so she could see him and watched as he pulled out another toy. “Does that go—”

“Just relax. If you don’t like it, I’ll take it out.” She bit her lip as he entered her wetness. He stroked slowly and waited until he heard her first moan. Taking the anal beads, he entered the first one. He’d expected her to jump, but she bucked against him harder. “Fuck, Morgan…” he growled and pushed the toy a little further.

The feel of his stroke and the toy made her legs shake again. She placed her hand firmly on the bed and rolled her hips, slamming into him. Sterling heard his wolf howl, and he twisted the toy inside her anus. Using one hand to grip her waist, he thrusted hard, causing her to bite into the sheets. He cocked his head back, hearing her scream until she was hoarse as she squirted all over him, causing him to release.

An hour later, stomachs full and in a comfortable space, Sterling smirked at Morgan, and she cut her eyes.

“What?”

“Guess it wasn’t a no-fly zone after all. Maybe not a plane, but definitely a mini-copter, and you tried to drown us both.” She blushed, and he grabbed her in his arms. “I’m just playing. I enjoyed it.” She rolled her eyes, laughing when he kissed her cheek. She laid his brawny arms, and the two started to drift off to sleep.

Suddenly, Sterling jerked, and she opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I-I don’t know.” His face paled. “Klaus just linked. We need to get to the hospital. They just transported Jordan there.” His bottom lip quivered. “His plane…there was an accident.”

Quickly dressing, the two hopped into Sterling’s jeep, making it to the hospital in record time. Distraught, Morgan jumped from the jeep, tripped and fell. He scooped her up and carried her as he raced inside the building. They could sense where Jordan was, and they bolted to get to him, ignoring the attendants and hospital staff that attempted to get their attention. Making it to his room, they saw his bloodied body laid on a gurney while the doctors worked to save his life.

“Morg! Sterling!” Rachel called to them from down the hall. Grabbing Sterling’s hand, Morgan tried to pull him. He wouldn’t move, and as she looked down, she saw his blood on her hands. Shaking, she looked and saw bruises and lacerations appear on his face and body. “Ster—”

He caressed her face. “Hey? We love you, okay?” he said, then dropped to the floor.

“Fuck!” Elijah shouted, and he and Rachel rushed down to them. The doctors flew around Morgan, and for the second time, she watched the man she loved fight for his life. Her clothes drenched in Sterling’s blood, the entire hospital seemed to fade out of existence.

“Morgan…” Elijah said, but she could hardly hear him.

Her arms were frozen in time as if they were still holding onto her Mad Jester. She faced him with eyes so soulless his heart dropped. “T-th-they said they would never leave me,” she said and collapsed into his arms.