After Jordan and I had, well, mated in his car he drove us to his place. Once there we added a little more excitement to the night.... a couple more times. I just couldn't get enough of him not that we had gone all the way, and apparently wolves have amazing stamina. So it was a win-win. Or so I had thought until I got up to go to the bathroom and the soreness finally kicked in.
Making my way back to the bed from the bathroom attached to his bedroom, I spot a jewelry box sitting on his dresser and decide to be nosy. It was a black, satin necklace box. I opened it up and took a peak. It was a gorgeous necklace. It actually looked handmade. There was a small pendent of a wolf howling at the moon; in place of the moon was a blue gem. The pendant was hanging off of a thin piece of leather. I wondered who's it was.
"Hey beautiful," Jordan says in a groggy voice.
Startled and embarrassed to be found snooping I snap the box close and toss it back onto the dresser quickly without thinking. Jordan busts out laughing at my lack of skills in hiding what I was doing.
After he calms down he says, "It's yours anyways, babe. I was going to give it to you the night we planned to mate. Which I didn't expect to be last night because I didn't know you were going to practically make me kill over wearing that tight, sexy dress." He says the words 'tight' and 'sexy' slow as he hops eye contact with me.
Oh, god this man makes me melt. I take the necklace out of the box and go to Jordan to get his help putting it on. Once he's done up the clasp, his finger linger and then he slowly rubs his hand down my arm eventually grabbing my waste and placing me on his lap.
"I love it," I say referring to the necklace. "Who made it?"
"I did," he says and then trails kisses across my shoulders. "It's kind of like a tradition among our pack. Once we meet our mates we give them a kind of token of our love. Something that doesn't come with any pain at all like the marking."
"Well, it's beautiful. Thank you." I tell him turning his lap to lay gentle kiss on his cheek.
"You're welcome, baby"
We sit together for a few minutes; me in his lap, him with his head nestled between my neck and shoulder. Silent yet comfortable. It was nice. And then we're interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Bubby, can I come in?" A young boy's voice calls through the door.
I jump off of Jordan's lap and my eyes widen.
Jordan just chuckles at me, and then yell to the little boy, "Just a minute Charles!"
He goes to his dresser and opens a couple of drawers. Out of one drawer he pulls out a shirt and hand it to me. I take into my hand, and look at him like he's crazy.
"You're nuts of you think this is going to cover anything."
"Maybe not everything, but I've got some shorts for you too. Besides who said I wanted everything covered?" He says waggling his eyebrows at me and then chuckling as he continues to rummage his drawers.
I put Jordan's white shirt on over my baby blue, lace bra. Yeah, cause this isn't going to look slutty at all. It's like he wants me to be indecent at all times or something. He then hands me a pair of shorts that must have been from when he was younger because they have a school logo on them and at at least 2 sizes smaller than what he probably wears now. When I pull them on they fit, to my surprise, but they're tight on my round bottom.
