Thalia's POV
It broke my heart to witness Jordan suddenly go into heat, and as his wife, I felt helpless. The strength emanating from him was so strong and was evident in the tight grip he had on my hips.
Time seemed to stand still as his hold grew stronger, ensnared me like a male lion that captured its prey. My breath quickened, and my anticipation built as I wondered what would unfold next. Could Jordan control his heat? I asked myself, my gaze fixed on him.
Gradually, Jordan began to lift his head, his eyes radiated intensity with a wild glimmer that mirrored the fierce nature of his inner wolf. The feral look in his eyes unsettled me, as it carried an unbridled and predatory aura. It was clear, without anyone needing to spell it out to me, that his wolf was also drawn to me obsessively.
Feeling the need to create distance, I planted my palms firmly at my sides and timidly inched back towards the headboard of the bed. However, in a swift motion, Jordan reached inside my nightwear, fiercely, grasped my thighs, and yanked me closer. The sudden movement caused my clothing to shift and revealed the vulnerable curves of my feminine form. He deftly parted my legs wide and positioned himself between them once again. I could feel his dangerously hard cock very close to my body
"Jordan…" I whimpered but it seemed my tiny voice fueled his heat.
Clutching my head tightly with his vibrating right hand, Jordan's mouth crashed onto mine once again. But this time, his kiss was more ferocious, like a wild animal attacking its prey. He emitted deep guttural growls as he devoured my lips with relentless intensity, while his other hand grazed my hip.
Although I knew Jordan would never harm me, I couldn't completely trust his untamed wolf. When I saw an opportunity, I quickly slipped out of Jordan's grasp and hurriedly got off the bed. As I sprinted towards the door and pulled the handle, I realized it was an automatic door and I did not know how to open it yet. Panic coursed through my veins. I turned my head and noticed that Jordan was not chasing after me. I grabbed the door handle again, desperately trying to escape, but to no avail. My heart raced as I frantically searched for a way out.
With a mixture of remorse and longing in his eyes, Jordan stared at me intently. There was still a glimmer of wildness in his gaze.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he murmured softly, yet his words seemed to dissipate into thin air. His gaze remained fixed on mine, filled with longing.
"Come," Jordan beckoned, but I leaned against the door and shook my head. As he stepped down from the bed and started making his way towards me, I realized I had nowhere to run. I reluctantly surrendered myself to his devouring presence.
Yet, just as Jordan neared me, I turned my back, intending to shield myself from his overpowering aura. His body pressed against mine, pinning me against the door. His hard body continued throbbing aggressively.
Jordan's head firmly rested on mine as he held my hand, guiding it to a panel of switches mounted on the wall that was close to the door. Taking control of my movements, Jordan directed me to press a specific button, anticipation filled the air as I waited for the action that would follow.
A few seconds later, a lavender-scented mist was released into the air. With our heads close together, we watched as the mist spread slowly and created a tranquil atmosphere around us. Jordan's hardened manhood against my back began to soften. I wondered how he managed to live alone all this time, knowing how overwhelming the sexual desires of a werewolf can be.
Jordan tried to guide me back to the bed, but I hesitated.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I have waited so long to be with you, and I let my excitement get the best of me. Plus, you're ovulating, which made it even harder for me to control myself," he whispered into my ear.
"How did you know I'm ovulating?" I asked curiously, because he was right.
"Our five senses are more heightened than those of humans," he whimpered. "And the olfactory signal emitted by female eggs serves as a natural attractant for men, increasing the likelihood of mating and continuing the species." Jordan's words floated gently into my ear.
"Baby, come. I promise it won't happen again," he said, but I continued to lean on the door as the mist continued to float through the air. After a few minutes, Jordan lifted me and I quickly covered myself, not wanting to trigger his desire again.
He lowered me onto the bed, climbed onto the bed himself, and pulled me into his chest, holding my head firmly against him. He took a deep breath and after a few minutes, he dozed off.
I, on the other hand, remained awake, still afraid of the glimpse of Jordan's power I had witnessed tonight. He was right about his overwhelming strength. I saw in him the ability to kill an ordinary human like myself. I felt a sense of disappointment that we couldn't mate. Yet the hunger to be lavished by Jordan tormented me all through the night, making my body so wet. His strong masculine scent continued messing my senses up and my feminine center pulsated all through the night.
In the early hours, the scent of morning coffee wafted through the room, and I raised my head to see Mrs. Haverford setting our morning coffee on the table. I wondered why Jordan allowed her to enter and leave the room as she pleased. Slowly, I rolled out of bed, adjusted my gown, and walked towards her.
"Good morning," we whispered to each other, careful not to wake Jordan up from his slumber. I settled onto a chair and poured coffee into a cup as I asked, "Do you enter your boss's room anytime you feel like?"
"He trusts all his domestic workers with his life," Mrs. Haverford remarked with a smile on her face. "But only Gerald and I are allowed in his room whenever we please. But…if he doesn't want us in, he'll restrict our access."
"Who is Gerald?" I inquired.
"He's the domestic manager," Mrs. Haverford replied.
"I've disinfected the bathroom and your water is ready," she informed me and then turned to leave.
"Mrs. Haverford, we really need to talk," I murmured. Mrs. Haverford paused and turned her head.
"Meet me in the kitchen after you've bathed," she instructed and left.
After my usual morning routine, I got dressed in a simple gown with a plunging neckline. Stepping out of the room, I scanned the area and began making my way towards the kitchen.
As I descended the stairs, I noticed all the security personnel stood still, and seemed aware that I was their boss's wife.
"Good morning," I heard Jose's voice behind me. I turned and we exchanged smiles.
"I'm glad you still love Orion after all these years apart."
"Jordan," I corrected him immediately.
"How are you, Jose?" I inquired, then turned and continued walking, pretending to know my way around while Jose walked beside me.
"Your mom called me this morning," Jose said and my heart skipped.
"What does she want?" I asked after some seconds when my breathing had steadied.
"She wants us to come to the White Fangs and pack up all your novels. Your father wants to burn them. She also has something she'd like to show you," Jose explained.
"I'll talk to...my husband first," I said, struggling to believe that I was indeed Jordan Green's wife.
"This way," Jose smiled, gesturing to me to follow him. We entered the kitchen and I noticed a young man in an apron stirring food on the cooker. I dropped my coffee cup, slowly pulled out a chair, and sat down. However, our commotion didn't cause him to turn his head and acknowledge our presence.
"What's his name?" I asked, taking a sip from my cup of coffee.
"Gerald," Jose replied from his seat.
"Good morning, Gerald," I greeted the young man. He smiled upon hearing my voice, but his expression quickly changed as he caught sight of me. The spoon he was holding slipped from his grasp and clattered onto the floor. I glanced at Jose, who frowned at the fallen spoon before directing his gaze to Gerald.
My strange birthmark was properly covered. Meanwhile, I nervously glanced down at my shoulder just to confirm before lifting my face and fixing my eyes on the man standing before me with a weird smile on his face, waiting for him to speak. I couldn't help but felt like I was close to the truth.