Page 27 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

As usual, Jordan woke up before Trish. He stroked his hands down her body, almost not believing that she was still there.

That he wouldn’t have to hunt her down and cart her back to him.

She murmured in her sleep as he caressed her, her front pressing close to him, arching against him, and his cock—already half hard—rose to its full length in response.

But as he prepared to roll her onto her back and wake her up in the usual way, his com chimed with the special note that let him know the Wolf wanted his presence.

Groaning, Jordan got up and went to the closet and pulled out a dress for Trish to wear. This one was the same blue as her eyes. When he turned around, she was stirring and blinking in his direction.

“Time to get up and get dressed, babygirl.” He headed toward the bed.

Trish pouted. “But …”

A blush spread across her cheeks as she pressed her legs together, and Jordan grinned. She wanted her morning treat.

“Yes?” He came to a stop at the bed, casually holding the dress at his side.

The pouting of her lower lip increased, as did the red across her cheeks. She curled in on herself, looping her cuffed wrists over her legs. A strange expression crossed her face as she glanced at her wrists, but it disappeared too quickly for him to attempt to interpret it.

Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to ask for what she wanted.

Chuckling, Jordan tossed the dress onto the bed.

“The Wolf requires my presence, so I can’t take my time the way that I’d like to,” he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Trish let out a tiny shriek as color rose in her cheeks and her nipples hardened. “Spread your legs, babygirl.”

The order sent a little shudder down Trish’s spine.

Not that she needed further arousal: she’d woken up wet and ready, her body primed for Jordan’s usual morning activities.

She was torn between relief that he hadn’t made her ask for what she needed and embarrassment that he’d immediately known and was amused by it.

Not that Jordan hadn’t been turned on too—the bulge at the front of his pants made that clear.

But, instead of undoing the front of his pants, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his fingers sliding through the already slippery folds of her pussy.

With the time he’d taken to learn her body, Jordan knew exactly how and where to touch Trish to get her off fast and hard.

She moaned as he bit down gently on her nipple, his fingers sliding inside her pussy and curving to stroke against her g-spot.

She rested her bound hands on the back of his head, still annoyed he’d left the cuffs on her all night but turned on by them, as well.

At some point today, she would have to try to talk to him again, but right now all she wanted was her usual morning orgasm. After all, he’d been firm about things not changing.

As he sucked her nipples hard, alternating between both, his fingers pumped inside her plump pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing circles against her clit. Trish’s legs kicked as her body arched, tightening and quivering around his fingers as she came.

After that, he rushed her through dressing and brushing her hair, which made her more than a little disgruntled.

She’d liked their slower mornings, where Jordan took his time with dressing her and brushing her hair and washing her.

Not that she’d realized how much she’d liked all that until she wasn’t getting it.

Trish stopped pouting by the third time Jordan gave her two crisp swats and admonished her not to drag her feet.

It was humiliating to realize she’d been acting like a pouty child because she wasn’t getting enough attention from him, when, a few weeks ago, Trish would have preferred not to have his attention.

It was moments like this that made her wonder how fucked up she really was.

When they reached the Wolf’s main room, the Wolf gave Jordan a dark look but didn’t say anything about his tardiness.

His eyes lingered on Trish in a way that made her shrink back into Jordan.

The next time Jordan said the Wolf required their presence, Trish wouldn’t move slowly.

She wasn’t scared of Jordan anymore—not really, even if she didn’t like being spanked for punishment since it hurt—he wouldn’t actually harm her.

Trish couldn’t say the same thing about the Wolf. He still scared her, especially when his piercing gaze studied her like that.

How far did Jordan’s protection go?

But Jordan had said he was retiring soon, so maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about it, after all.

Jordan settled Trish onto his lap, his hand sliding up just underneath the hem of her skirt.

She made a face, but, after getting a Look from the Wolf already, not to mention Jordan’s behavior last night, she didn’t risk trying to push his hand away.

It was what he normally did. It had been one of the things Trish had hoped might change.

The doors at the far end of the hall opened, and Lisa and Ken stumbled in, accompanied by a large group of soldiers.

The captives wore nothing but collars around their throats, the same kind of shock collar Alex had ended up wearing.

Since neither Trish nor Bella had ever earned one, she could only imagine what Lisa and Ken had done to get theirs.

Alex had tried fighting back. Trish couldn’t see either of the two pathetic figures in front of her attempting that.

Or maybe they had, and that’s why they looked so pathetic?

They kept shooting fearful glances at their guards.

The oddest thing about them was that, although they had cheated on Bella and Alex with each other, they acted like less of a couple than Alex and Bella ever had. They walked closer to the guards on either side of them than they did to each other. They weren’t even looking at one another.

That last was more understandable, since they were looking all around the main room. Lisa’s eyes moved to the dais first, passing quickly over Jordan and Trish to fall on the Wolf—a relief for Trish.

Lisa was beautiful to look at, naked and walking gracefully through the room.

Like Bella, she had a much fuller figure than Trish, but Lisa was even more proportioned, with the kind of rounded bosom and ass, narrow waist, and lithe muscles the Moon’s culture favored.

She epitomized everything the people up there found attractive.

And yet … Jordan’s hand remained stroking Trish’s thigh.

For once, Trish wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed.

Some part of her wanted his hand to move higher.

To make it clear who he wanted to touch, wanted to fuck, and that Lisa didn’t have a chance.

Was this how Jordan felt? Was that part of why he liked people to watch?

So that he could show off who Trish belonged to?

Flushing, she turned her head into his broad chest, a little shaken by her thoughts because she knew, deep down, she didn’t want to be exposed to the entire room.

And definitely not to Ken, who peeked at her and Jordan with an odd expression on his face.

Like Lisa, Ken was extremely attractive by Moon standards, but Trish privately thought Alex’s more rugged good looks, bulkier build, and kind eyes were much more attractive.

Bella had traded up, although not by the Moon’s values.

Ken was well connected would be considered a much better match than Alex.

Ken didn’t hold a candle to Jordan or the Wolf, though: both men’s sheer magnetism and warrior’s builds made Bella’s ex look like small and weak.

On the Moon, he could ruin a person with a single word. Here … he would be nothing but a playtoy for the Wolf.

There was something strangely satisfying about that.

More Earther sentiments leaking into her head.

As the captives approached the Wolf, Ken drew himself up. For someone who was naked and powerless, he did show a kind of bravery in facing the Wolf head-on. That or he was just really stupid.

“I demand to be released!” Ken shouted, his deep voice full of bravado and misguided confidence. “Do you have any idea who I am? If you release me now, I will protect you from my father. If not, you will feel our wrath!”

Trish almost expected him to shake his fist in the air, but he didn’t.

Lisa gave him a look of utter disgust, while the soldiers guarding the pair either shook their heads or shook with laughter.

The rumble in Jordan’s chest meant he was chuckling, amused in the way a large predator might be entertained by a prey’s yapping threats.

The Wolf chuckled as well and stood up from his chair with a cruel smile curving his lips.

The movement wasn’t inherently threatening, but it felt as though the entire room stilled, waiting to see what would come next.

Ken’s mouth closed with a click. He tried to maintain the superior expression on his face, but it was marred by his obvious fear, his hand jerking upward as if to touch the collar around his throat.

Despite herself, Trish already felt satisfaction at knowing Ken’s massive ego was about to be knocked down a peg or two.

“Daddy knows exactly who has you,” the Wolf said, his voice lower, softer, and yet far more threatening than Ken’s posturing. “I’m sure I’ll be hearing from him sooner rather than later, but there’s nothing he can do, if he even cares I’ve picked you up.”

That would be quite a quandary for Ken Senior.

Would he exert his power to free his son?

Or would he trust in the Wolf’s system to get his son back safe?

If he tried to get Ken free, he’d need to bargain for Lisa as well, or else public opinion would turn on him.

And, considering the Wolf seemed to have picked up Ken Junior for his own amusement, was there any leverage Senior had that the Wolf would be willing to trade for?