A growl filled the air, a moan whispering around it as the kiss suddenly became hotter, hungrier. The arousal that had been brewing inside her became a firestorm, racing through her, tightening inside her.
This was hers. He was hers.
She’d known it the moment her eyes met his in the bar the night before, and she knew it now with his lips covering hers, his tongue pumping in her mouth and his hands pulling at her dress.
“Hell! Malachi. Honey. You have a room. Use it!”
Isabelle blinked as he pulled back from her. Flushing, she gazed around his shoulder to the elevator entrance.
Ashley stood, leaning against the elevator frame, holding the doors back. Fingers tucked into the snug pockets of her jeans, her blond hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes wide as she stared back at them.
Then her gaze slipped down and her brows arched. “Nice sandals there, Belle, but I think they should be on the floor, not wrapped around Malachi’s hips while you’re in the elevator.”
Around his hips?
Yep, they were around his hips.
He lowered her slowly. As her feet touched the floor, his arm went around her back and he all but picked her up and carried her from the cubicle.
“Nighty night,” Ashley called out as Malachi slid the electronic key quickly through the lock on his room, then pulled her inside.
His room was across from hers.
It was only a distant thought and it sure as hell didn’t matter. Because he was holding her again, pulling her to him, his lips moving over hers and spilling the taste of pure desire to her senses.
“I warned you.” Isabelle had only a second to understand the words that rasped from his lips before he was pulling the dress from her. “You’re mine now, Isabelle. Mine.”
As he jerked it up her legs, she might have heard a seam split and she really didn’t give a damn because she was all but naked in his arms and he was picking her up and bearing her across the room to the bed.
“You made promises,” she whispered as he laid her back then straightened before her.
“I made promises,” he agreed. “And I promise you, mate, I intend to follow through on every damned one of them. All day. All night. Possibly all f**king week.”
Chapter Five
So many nights I howled into the darkness, incomplete and searching.
Malachi stared down at the woman he knew he’d awaited all his life. The hours he’d spent pulling up every scrap of information he could find on her only confirmed the fact that nature had indeed given him a mate that suited him perfectly.
A small smile shaped her pouty lips, the sensual curve beguiling and filled with promise.
“Are you going to undress, Coyote Man?” she whispered, the husky need in her voice causing the steel-hard length of his c**k to throb almost painfully.
Lowering his hands to the belt of his jeans, he would have unbuckled it, but Isabelle chose that moment to move. She lifted herself to her knees, her smaller hands covering his then pushing them aside.
Watching her loosen his belt, her graceful fingers releasing the latch then moving to the metal tabs of his mission pants, nearly broke his control.
His fingers curled as he fought to hold back, to keep from touching her. If he touched her, there was no way in hell he could hold back. He’d take her. He’d have her and there would be no stopping it.
That wasn’t what he wanted for her this first time.
Her first time.
His entire body clenched as she released his pants. Gripping the hem of his black shirt, he stripped it off, tossing it aside as Isabelle pushed the waist of his pants down and released the engorged length of his dick.
Male Coyotes weren’t like felines, who were sexually endowed more along the lines of their human counterparts. Wolves and Coyotes were another story. The width was unusually thick, and when they orgasmed with their mates, two to three inches at the middle point of the shaft would thicken even more, locking them inside their mates.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispered, her fingers trailing down the length, sending pulses of pure electric pleasure shooting straight to his balls.