He was supposed to be thinking about his job, not f**king her until they both collapsed in exhaustion.
He was giving her the game though.
A sensual little note beneath her door last night, written himself. “My bed was cold without you to share it. I found you love, are you certain you need more time. MM”
Would it be enough to satisfy her? If not, there was always the small gold charm he had arranged to have delivered to her. That of a single curved tooth, to match the emblem on the side of his mission suit as well as his enforcer uniform. A token of his knowledge of what she was to him. His mate. Though he knew she wouldn’t realize that until he actually had her beneath him.
Pacing the room, his dick throbbing, his tongue swollen, Malachi struggled to keep his attention on the live video feed from the conference room. The human participants were unaware of the eyes that watched and were attempting to dissect every move and every word.
It was all he could do to keep his eyes off the woman, though.
Off his mate.
She was exquisite.
So exquisitely not perfect that she had every dream he had ever dreamed of what his mate would be paling in comparison.
Breed females were perfect in every way. They were created to be just that, perfect. To mesmerize men, to lower their enemies’ guard and heighten their senses. They were created to ensure the males they focused their attention on became willing sexual slaves to their beauty and to their sexual prowess.
Isabelle Martinez was such a polar opposite to what was supposed to be his perfect match that he could only feel a surge of immeasurable pride.
He had spent the night immersed in learning all he could about the woman he knew was his mate. He should have been researching those Rule was meeting with, but he’d been unable to get past Isabelle. Or the fact that he had found his mate in this place, at this time. As Rule said, a very inconvenient mating.
His inconvenient little mate.
He grinned at the thought.
A touch so simple as the nip to her ear had cemented what he had known before she had even walked across the room. An exchange so minimal as to be nonexistent in the sharing of a drink, and the glands beneath his tongue had begun swelling with mating hormone almost immediately. The spicy taste in his mouth, the surge of lust that tightened his dick and had his body aching for her, was wearing on his self-control.
But he had known as his eyes met hers across the room, as he’d sensed a hunger that matched his own, rising inside her, what she would be to him.
Her promise to bite his chest had that particular part of his anatomy aching to feel her sharp little teeth.
And he wasn’t joking. Once he got his hands on her, he was going to f**k her for a week. Night and day. He was going to keep his c**k buried so tight and so deep inside her that even the thought of releasing her would have her crying out in denial.
He’d elected to watch the meeting via live feed rather than being at the meeting. There was no way he could have kept his hands off her. No way he would have lasted through the meeting. He would have dragged her out of there within minutes and not long afterwards, she would have been screaming his name in pleasure.
That wouldn’t exactly inspire her family to give the Breeds the permission they needed to conduct a search on Navajo Nation property.
“She’s pretty.”
He’d heard Ashley enter the room, but she was at his side before he’d realized she had the time to get there.
“Thank you,” he murmured, feeling that surge of pride again.
She was pretty. So very very f**king pretty.
The compliment might have seemed lacking, but Malachi found no fault with it. The last thing he wanted was perfection or true beauty.
Pretty, though, pretty was warm and compassionate. It was filled with mercy, and with gentleness. Just as his mate was filled with it.
Everything he’d learned about her assured him that his initial perception of her was right on the money.
“She has a loyal sister and a good friend in Liza as well,” Ashley assured him. “Neither of them were needed after the meeting started. I just had lunch with them, and neither of them are willing to discuss that scent of fear she carries. They refuse to betray her.”
“But they admit she has reason to fear?” he asked her.
Ashley shrugged.