Stealing My Heart Ch. 06

A/N: So it has been... way too long since I last posted. I am so sorry. I know how annoying it is when stories just stop when they are getting good. I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me for almost two years *wince*. I don't want this to be too long so major points:

So So Sorry for the wait. I've had computer problems, moving issues, life crisis but I am finally back. So my story has taken a whole new turn since I started it. (I hope for the better). I have had at least 3 drafts lost in part or completely since I last updated mostly due to crappy computers so rewriting has been a long long process

So So So Sorry

Please continue to read and thanks for the support all honest comments welcome (positive and negative).

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Someone was in her room. Jordan could hear them moving around the small space as she came awake. Her senses didn't detect danger but she had learned you could never be to careful. Waiting till the intruder had entered the bathroom Jordan reached for the knife she kept under her pillow.

"Good you're awake," Jordan jumped off the bed whirling around to face her attacker. She hadn't even heard him leave the bathroom.

"Whoa Kitten. It's just me. Put your claws away," it took her a few moments to recognize the man standing before her, hands raised in reassurance.

"Xavier," she whispered sitting back on the bed to recover from her sudden adrenaline rush. Closing her eyes her memories rushed back making her dizzy. When she opened them again she jumped raising the knife again. Xavier knelt before her. She hadn't heard him move again.

"Damn, don't do that!"

"Sorry baby," Xavier said plucking the knife out of her hand and laying it on the nightstand. "I didn't mean to frighten you." Jordan just stared wide eyed at him. "Kitten, are you okay?"

A small smile lit her face. "Yeah," she answered softly as she reached out to lightly stroke his whiskered cheek and full lips. "I thought I dreamed you."

"Don't worry I'm very real."

"Prove it," Jordan challenged.

A wide grin spread across Xavier's face. "Gladly." Standing up Xavier swept his tiny mate up and laid her down on the bed before climbing up and settling between her thighs.

Jordan gasped as her mate's hard, muscular body pressed against her soft curves. His eyes darkened in passion as he gazed down at her. When he began to nuzzle her neck a shiver of excitement wracked her body. The scrape of his whiskers and the feel of his warm breath pulled a surprised moan from her lips. She couldn't believe this was happening. Nothing had ever felt as good as this affectionate touch. But as soon as his lips and tongue brushed hot and wet against her pulse all thought fled.

Xavier licked and nibbled his way across the smooth skin of Jordan's neck. Every hitch in her breath had his wolf shaking in pleasure. When he finally took her mouth, sliding his tongue past her soft lips Jordan wrapped her legs around his hips and snaked her fingers through his hair. Xavier's wolf howled in ecstasy while his human fought the pleasure coursing through his body threatening to unman him. It had been so long since he'd even held a woman it was all he could do to not rip off their clothes and take her hard and fast.

Xavier snuck his hands into Jordan's shirt, he desperately needed to feel her warm skin against his. Shock doused his arousal as his hands brushed against the bandages under her top. Jordan whimpered as Xavier pulled away from her. She tried to bring him back down for more kisses but he continued to withdraw.

She was about to question him but the intense anguish and fury in his eyes took her breath away. Gently Xavier removed her shirt, before carefully peeling away the bandages covering her stomach and arms. When his fingers found the last bandage on her hip he began to remove it causing her to freeze.

The slight odor of fear made Xavier glance up into his mate's hazel eyes. He could sense the struggle going on within her.

"I won't hurt you," he reassured her cupping her cheek in his large hand. "Let me check your wounds."

Fear warred with her instincts. They told her she had nothing to fear. Xavier would never hurt her but past experiences made her cringe, dread swirling in the pit of her stomach.

The comfort of Xavier's touch and the sincere emotion in his eyes called to the part of her that longed for him yet was afraid to trust. Trust is for suckers, her mind told her. He'll leave you like everyone else. She was about to pull away when the memory of the look on his face when she had opened the door flashed before her eyes.

Ignoring the part or her that called her all kinds of stupid, Jordan gathered her courage and nodded her acceptance. Xavier gave her a small smile before removing her jeans and the remaining bandage.

Xavier couldn't breathe. His mate lay before him wearing only a pale pink bra and panty set. Her long brown hair, that captured his attention so completely that first day, was spread out around her. Despite the abrasions and bruises marring her caramel skin she was still the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Arousal slammed back through his body making him wish he could remove his clothes and feel his naked skin against hers.

Take her, his wolf urged making his eyes glow. Goddess, he wanted to but now was not the time. When his wolf argued he remind him of her early hesitation. We just found her. If we go too fast we will scare her off. His wolf gave an aggravated huff but backed down. His human might have a point.

Jordan shifted nervously under Xavier's gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathed as his hands and mouth descended on her supple body.

Jordan had no idea what Xavier was doing until she felt his tongue sliding over a cut on her shoulder, soothing away the sting and aches. Heat flared through her body as she was caressed by her mate's rough tongue and warm calloused hands. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breast suddenly felt pleasantly swollen. Her nipple puckered drawing tighter with every swipe of Xavier's tongue. Xavier slowly made his way across her body. Licking every wound and lightly touching every inch of exposed skin. When he tenderly grasped her left breast in his large hand and gently sucked her taut nipple through her cotton bra into his mouth, the pleasurable heat shot down to pool in her pussy. Her juices dampened her thin panties as she let out a loud moan.

Xavier couldn't suppress a satisfied grin as her honeyed arousal perfumed the air. He moved onto her right breast, Jordan held his head to her aching body. Xavier hadn't meant for his soothing to become so heated but his mate tasted like sin and his cock throbbed so painfully begging him to thrust into his mate's welcoming body. Her reaction to his touch made it pleasantly worse. The last wound on her hip was so close to her wet core he longed to rip off her panties and complete the mating but he wrestled his urges and pulled back.

His mate's eyes were dark with pleasure, her hands pulled at his shirt trying to bring him back down to her. Xavier grasped her hands in his and held them over his heart as he perused his work. Though it would still take time for her to heal, each wound looked less inflamed and the bruises a little less prominent. It was the best he could do for now. The healing touch of a mate only went so far on physical wounds.

Needing to get some control before he gave in to his need to take her Xavier began to pull away. A whimper from his mate drew his eyes back down to her. He couldn't help but run his hands over her luscious body one more time. As his fingers travelled over her hip and down her lithe legs he noticed a mark on the inside of the left thigh inches from her soaked panties. Xavier knew he should forego soothing this wound but he convinced himself that he had to be thorough. It wasn't until he was centimeters away that he realized it wasn't a bruise but a birthmark. But by then it was too late. He had to taste it. A quick flick of his tongue and he found that this spot tasted like heaven. He sealed his lips around the mark and sucked it gently causing both of them to moan deeply. Releasing her birthmark Xavier took a deep breath hoping to settle his urges, instead his senses were assaulted by the aroma of his mate's pussy which had grown stronger.

With a groan Xavier gave into his desires and buried his face in Jordan's drenched covered pussy. Jordan gave a surprised yelp that turned into a groan of pleasure as Xavier slowly dragged his tongue across her panties and pressed his nose against her covered throbbing clit.

Jordan had never felt anything like this. Never had any touch clouded her mind so thoroughly sending her into a bliss filled haze. She felt Xavier's fingers grasp her hips as his face left her core. She looked down at the gorgeous man between her thighs as he grasped the sides of her panties. Before going any further he looked up at her a question burning in his eyes. The warning voice in her head must have given in because she nodded her assent without hesitation.

A distinctly wolfish gleam flashed in Xavier's eyes before he literally ripped the wet fabric from her body. Xavier nuzzled the short hairs between Jordan's toned thighs. Her back arched off the bed as Xavier sent pleasure pulsing through her. Raising her legs she spread them as wide as she could to allow him more access to her core that dripped for him. She could feel his smug grin pressed against her thigh as his fingers stroked her before opening her lower lips to his gaze. A shudder ran through her at the first touch of his tongue.

Xavier growled as his mate's juices slid across his tongue. There was nothing like the sweet nectar that poured from her body with every moan. He reveled in every sound she made as his tongue delved and explored her dripping pussy. Xavier teased the entrance to her pulsing channel with his fingers while his tongue circled her staining clit. Jordan mewled and writhed beneath him encouraging him to continue his assault.

"Please... " Jordan begged winding her hands in his hair. Opening her glazed eyes to look at him she begged him again. "Please!"

The breathy urgency in her voice broke Xavier's resolve to savor her as slowly as possible. He couldn't deny her. Wishing it was his aching cock, Xavier slid a finger into her tight grasping channel and closed his lips over her sensitive clit. Alternating between licking and suckling her clit he slowly fucked his writhing mate with his thick finger. She was so tight he nearly came just from imagining it was his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy.

Jordan was going wild. She pulled his hair then pressed his face to her core as she screamed her pleasure. Her channel began pulsing erratically heralding her on coming climax. Xavier finger fucked her faster and mercilessly lashed her clit. Then suddenly his mate was still. For a whole second there was silence as her body tensed. Then a wail pierced the room as her whole body began to shudder uncontrollably. Her fist clenched in her hair as he kept up his assault through her orgasm. When it seemed she was coming down Xavier added a second finger and gave a few more quick thrusts, gently scraped his teeth across her clit, and threw her screaming into a second climax.

Slowly Jordan regained her ability to think. Her nipples were diamond hard and she had to message them through her bra to relieve the pressure. She couldn't stop her body from quivering and when she tried to close her legs she realized Xavier was still lapping up her excess juices. Damn she was sore! But she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop. Jordan had never had such an orgasm, never experienced such bliss. God that man was talented and, she thought All mine!

Xavier looked up with a roguish grin. "Yes," he said, "I am yours." Jordan blushed, she didn't realize she'd said it out loud. With one last lick Xavier slid up her still quivering body and pulled her into his arms. "I'm yours," he kissed her tenderly, "and you're mine."

Secure in Xavier's arms Jordan felt at peace for the first in years. In his arms she felt at home. The thought shocked her but before she could dwell on it Xavier's cell phone rang shattering their moment. Xavier sighed not wanting to release his mate but he couldn't ignore his phone any longer.

"I have to get that Kitten, but I'll be right back," he promised. Jordan nodded her understanding and curled up into the spot he'd just vacated to doze.

Grabbing his phone off the window sill he angrily jabbed the buttons. "What?" he growled, annoyance coloring his voice.

There was a brief second of silence then, "Don't take that tone with me pup!"

Xavier cringed, "Sorry Mina, I was with my mate."

"It's okay sweetie. I just wanted to ask what kind of food your mate prefers so we can add it to the menu."

Xavier laughed, "Jordan eats everything."

"Really?" Mina asked skeptically.

"Really, infact" Xavier added with a chuckle, "you might want to lock up the pantry. She is likely to devour everything in sight."

An outraged shriek was the only warning he had before a pillow beaned the back of his head. "Ow," Xavier turned to face his mate with a mock scowl.

"What happened?"

"She hit me with a pillow!" Xavier said in disbelief.

Mina snorted, "Good girl."

"Mina! You're supposed to be on my side,"

"Hardly," she scoffed, "Now hurry up and bring her home to me" she demanded before abruptly hanging up. Xavier stared at his phone in shock.

"Well," he said looking up at his mate, "Mina has ordered me to bring you home. Of course, last time I checked I was Alpha of our pack."

"Well, we all have our own delusions," Jordan said laughing when Xavier pinned her with a glare.

"We better get going before she comes to get us herself." Xavier returned to the bed and sat on the edge. A wide yawn escaped her as she stretched out like a sleepy kitten. "You okay?" he asked tenderly brushing her hair out of her face before perusing the rest of her lithe body.

A deep blush stole down her cheeks staining her neck and chest as she realized that but for her bra she was completely naked and exposed to his gaze. Jordan grabbed a pillow to cover herself and nodded shyly. When she looked in his eyes she saw the gleam of male satisfaction as they both remembered why she was damn near naked.

Embarrassed Jordan glanced around the room to avoid his gaze. She found she didn't regret their actions but was still shocked that she'd given in to him so readily. Trying to push it out of her mind she continued looking around the tiny room and realized her things were missing.

"What happened to my bag and clothes?" she asked frowning.

"Huh?"

"My clothes?"

"Oh," Xavier shook himself out of his daze. He'd been distracted by the lovely sight she made slightly rumpled by their play. " They're in the bathroom. I started packing your things while you slept."

"Why?"

"You can't stay here," Xavier said wrinkling his nose in disgust. "You're my mate it's my job to protect you.

"I can take care of myself Xavier," anger lighting up her hazel eyes. "I've been doing it my whole life."

"I know," he conceded. "But ever since I found you living in this horrid place I've worried about your safety." Seeing she was about to argue, he pressed on. "This neighborhood isn't safe. And after last night can you blame me? Come home with me," he implored taking her delicate hands in his. "I know it's fast but you're my mate. Your home is with me. Stay with me," his desperation was more than evident but Xavier didn't care. This was his mate. He'd waited so long for her, begging was the least he was willing to do to keep her.

A lump grew in Jordan's throat. A real home was all she had ever wanted. And this man... this wolf was offering to fulfill her dream. Be careful, her mind warned her. But when she saw the sincere longing in Xavier's eyes her heart overrode all the caution she'd built up over the years.

"For how long?"

"Forever! Be with me, be mine!... Please," he pleaded.

The need in his voice as that last word slipped out broke down years of defences and she nodded her assent too shocked to speak.

Xavier's relief poured through the room at her acceptance. Gathering her into his arms he communicated all his roiling emotions with one scorching kiss. When he finally released her lips he buried his nose in her hair taking comfort from her sweet scent and her relaxed form in his arms.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" Xavier was confused she had given him everything he had ever wanted.

"For giving me a home,"

"It's only a home if you're with me. I would follow you to the ends of the earth."

The couple sat entwined in each other silently reveling in their new found happiness.

Xavier's eyes drifted past the alarm clock and jumped. "Speaking of homes. If I don't bring you back Mina might kick me out."

Jordan laughed. "I thought it was your house."

"I used to think so too," he snorted. "Come on, let's go."

Jordan giggled, "Um, Xavier as excited as I am I think it would be best if I got dressed first," looking down at herself she wrinkled her nose, "and took a shower."

"I think you look and smell delicious," he said licking his lips. At her pointed glare he added, "But I guess you can't leave like that. I'd have to kill everyone that looked at you." His wolf agreed wholeheartedly.

Jordan laughed at the completely serious expression on her mate's face and got up to go to the bathroom. Her bag lay open on the bathroom floor. Jordan turned to close the door and blushed at the expression on Xavier's face. His head tilted to the side and his mouth hung open as he brazenly stared at her ass. She could practically see his wolf staring at her through his eyes. Shaking her head she closed the bathroom door.

Glancing at herself in the mirror Jordan took in her disheveled appearance. Her hair was knotted and frizzy, her skin was still bruised and faintly scratched, and her knees still wobbled from the intense orgasms Xavier had lavished on her. She climbed into the shower sighing as the hot water washed away her aches. She found herself grinning while washing her hair. Part of her wanted to rush out of the shower and yank the door open to make sure Xavier hadn't disappeared while she washed.

It wasn't until she'd gotten out of the shower and finished combing her hair that the doubts began to creep in on her euphoria. What if Xavier changed his mind? What if it turned out it wasn't what she wanted? What if she embarrassed him? What if his friends and family rejected her?

A swarm of rampaging butterflies took up residence in her stomach. The "what ifs" flew through her mind building and swelling until she nearly screamed. "Enough!" She told herself. For once her heart and instincts were of one accord. Being with Xavier was right. She just knew it.

One more "what if" fluttered through her mind. What if he finds someone else? Jordan looked at herself in the mirror and squared her shoulders. This is what she wanted and Jordan had never been a coward. If Xavier decided he wanted someone else she would fight for him. And if she couldn't have him she'd do what she always had. She would pick her heart up off the ground, lock it away, and move on. But this time it would be forever. She knew instinctively that she would never get over Xavier.

The small dark voice she usually ignored added. If he hurts me I can kill him and any bitch that gets between us. Confidence restored, Jordan began rifling through her meager possessions. What did one wear to meet a pack of wolves?

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It was sheer torture. Xavier laid back on the bed listening to the shower. His mate's erotic scent filled the small room. He could almost taste her in the air. There was no escape and he didn't dare leave her alone to step outside for some fresh air.