“It’s okay. I promise,” he muttered roughly, pulling back only long enough to quickly unlace and pull off his boots and pants. Naked, the glands beneath his tongue swollen and aching as the mating hormone filled his mouth, Malachi found himself so desperate for her he could barely stand to breathe.
“I’ll never take it.” She sounded dazed as the scent of her trepidation filled the air with a subtle edge of innocence. But she came back to him, her fingers reaching for him once again, drawn to his hunger as he was to hers.
“All you have to do is want me,” he promised. “That’s all, Isabelle.”
He wasn’t going to explain it, he couldn’t.
He knew what would happen.
His alpha, Del-Rey, had explained it to the pack just after his mating with the coya, Anya.
“Malachi.” She swallowed tightly again, glancing up at him as her silken fingers trailed down it once again. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” And that confused her. He could see her confusion, he could feel it.
He wanted nothing more than to ease it. Later. He would ease the confusion and her fears later. Right now, the feel of her touch was too incredible to pull away from.
He reached for her. He cupped the back of her head as her fingers curled around the shaft of his cock. Not all the way, of course, her hand was too small, but enough to hold her steady as her tongue licked experimentally around the crown of his dick.
God, he wanted to f**k her mouth. He wanted to watch those pretty pouty lips enclose the head of his c**k as he thrust shallowly in and out.
He exerted just the slightest amount of pressure.
“Take it, baby,” he groaned. “Open your lips for me. I want to feel my dick in your mouth.”
The hunger for it was about to make him mad. The need to feel her sucking the sensitive crest of his c**k had his entire body tightening to the breaking point.
Her lips parted. Rubbing them over the engorged tip of his hardened flesh had his pulse rocketing, his heart rate slamming. His fingers buried in her hair, tightened and held her still. Her gaze lifted to his.
There was no fear there. There was excitement, an edge of confusion. There were emotions that filled his senses and he was also filled with the knowledge that he had waited for this his entire life. For this woman.
For her touch.
Then her lips enclosed the tip of his cock, and slowly, so very slowly slid down until the entire head was enclosed in suckling, wet heat.
A growl tore from his lips. He tried to hold it back. He wanted to hold it back. There were times that the presence of the animal was something he preferred to hide. When making love to pure, sweet innocence, hiding it was imperative.
But rather than feeling or scenting her fear, he smelled her excitement. Pure, sweet, sensual excitement that flared so hot, so brilliant he swore it was sinking into his pores.
The hormones spilled from his tongue as he swallowed, his gaze narrowed on her, his hands holding her head as he moved against her. Watching. Watching her lips stretch around his cock, tightening on him, stroking with her tongue, lashing against it and stimulating nerve endings that sent his senses racing.
She was pushing him to a brink he’d never known before. Each pull of her lips, each flutter of her tongue against the underside of his dick, had the glands in his tongue swelling further, tighter.
The hormone was flooding his system, intoxicating him. And he wanted her just as intoxicated. Just as bound to him as he was to her.
He pulled back, ignoring her attempts to hold him, to tighten her lips on the overly sensitive head of his cock.
Cupping her face in his hands, Malachi bent to her, his lips covering hers, his tongue pressing between them, pushing against hers, demanding, desperate.
Her lips tightened on his tongue, the hormone spilling into her, pumping from the glands as he took control of the kiss once again.
Licking, stroking, pleasure and hunger merged to spin them both into a furiously heated, blazing pleasure that gripped their senses and tore aside any trepidation, any confusion she may have felt. Any hesitancy he may have had.
As the imperative need to fill her with the mating heat eased, the need to satisfy the heat with pleasure filled every fiber of his being.
Laying her back, Malachi let his lips roam down her neck to the full curves of her br**sts as she arched to him. His thumbs raked over the tips, watched them tighten and swell harder as a soft moan of pleasure left her kiss-swollen lips.
His mate.
She was lifting to him, arching against him, needing and hungry for his touch.