An Inconvenient Mate (12 page)

Locked inside her, his release spurting to the very mouth of her womb as each heavy throb of his cock extended her release, Isabelle felt all the world disintegrate. All but the part of existence that she and Malachi inhabited. That was all that existed, all that sustained them.

And within that world, within the fiery haze of pleasure, pain and swirling intensity, nothing mattered as much as the beat of his heart against her back, his teeth locked at the flesh between shoulder and neck, and the man as bound to her as she knew she was now bound to him.

Nothing mattered but the bonds that she knew would hold them together and the hunger that would never abate.

And when all was said and done, the most important part was being his mate.

Chapter Nine

For the first time in such a long, lonely life, I touched love.

No Breed or human had ever claimed that Nature in all her glory didn’t like to amuse herself with the children she was in charge of overseeing.

They were her amusement as well as her responsibility and she took both seriously, Malachi thought as he held his mate against his chest the next morning.

A warm, comforting weight, her head pillowed over his heart, one small hand resting at his side as the soft weight of her breasts pressed against him.

Sleeping with a woman had never been a comfortable experience. In the early days of the Breed liberations it was common for Breeds to be betrayed by their lovers. Council soldiers found it much easier to take the Breeds when they were distracted by a lover in the midst of intercourse. To a lesser extent it wasn’t uncommon for it to happen now.

Sleeping with Isabelle was another story. He’d slept the deepest sleep he’d ever known in his life as he held her in his arms. Not that he’d slept unaware. The animal part of him never seemed to relax its guard.

He was aware of every move outside the door, but on a much more different level than before. The only time his sleep had been disturbed had been if a presence had paused too close to the door for the animal’s comfort. And that had only happened a few times.

Now, awake, he watched the sun rise outside the narrow slit of the windows and hesitated to leave the warm weight of his mate.

But, he had a meeting. Getting out of it wasn’t an option.

He wanted to know who had called Isabelle’s father and who had attempted to force her family to convince her to leave his embrace. To use something as traumatic as the loss of her aunt and the tragic event of her death against Isabelle’s father.

The only way to learn the answer to that question was the meeting Rule had arranged with her family. Terran, Ray and Orin Martinez had come to his room, intent on saving Isabelle from the monster who had supposedly allowed her aunt to suffer a horrendous death.

Did Morningstar’s family even know how she had died? That, like many of the mates of the captive Breeds, she had been mercilessly dissected while still living? No anesthesia, nothing to dull the inhuman cruelty of the lethally sharp scalpel, she had been laid open and each of the internal changes mating forced on her carefully notated.

There were few who had survived that particular research practice. And never had a female mate survived it, human or otherwise.

Placing a gentle kiss to the top of Isabelle’s head, Malachi pushed himself from the warmth of her body and left the bed, his lips quirking at the discontent in her drowsy little moan.

She didn’t like losing his warmth any more than he liked being forced to attend this meeting rather than remaining with her. But, the means the unknown messenger had used to hurt his mate was unacceptable. He needed to know who to punish for the pain that had resulted in his Isabelle fighting back tears.

“Where are you sneaking off to?” Drowsy amusement filled her voice as he glanced back at her.

Rolling to her back, Isabelle watched him with cobalt blue eyes and a decidedly appreciative gleam in her eyes.

“I have a meeting,” he told her, finding it excessively hard to turn away from her and continue to the shower. “It shouldn’t take long though.”

“Oh yeah? How long?” She stretched invitingly beneath the sheet as he turned to her from the bathroom doorway.

The sight of lush feminine curves barely shrouded by the expensive sheets and pouty, kiss-swollen lips were a temptation no mortal man should be forced to ignore.

His cock was steel-hard and throbbing, his balls tight and desperate for release.

He may just have to choke the answers he needed out of her father to ensure he returned to her quickly.

If only it were that easy.

Tightening his jaw against the sensual demand that he return to her, Malachi forced himself through the bathroom doorway instead.

But, he caught that smile that tugged at her lips. The adorable, sensual little curve that assured him she had very fond memories of the night they had just spent in each other’s arms.

And, not all of it had been sexual.

She had told him of her aunt’s disappearance, before her birth, and the guilt her father had always felt that he hadn’t been with her.

He’d not gone to school that day because he had wanted to go tracking. He and several of his friends had slipped off to track a lone wolf that had been plaguing several of the ranches. His sister had known he wasn’t at school, she had thought he didn’t feel well. But, he had always felt that if he had been with her, perhaps she wouldn’t have been taken.

Terran could have assured him that nothing could have kept her from being taken. Once the Council chose a breeder, they were known to go to impossibly insane lengths to acquire her.

The genetic research that had gone into each Breed had been exacting. The research that went into both the DNA required from the female, as well as the genetic information from the animal breed, was exhaustive.

The Council’s requirements for each were high, but for the breeder, they preferred those women born with what they called the earth based gifts.

Native American, Romanian, Irish and Scots, and any bloodline suspected to carry psychic gifts. For some reason, those genetics, when combined with the predators chosen, had created the strongest, most powerful Breeds.

Rule Breaker and Lawe Justice were two such examples. Though no one was entirely certain what the brothers’ greatest strengths were. One thing was for sure though—there was no doubt that the genetics that went into each Breed hadn’t just made them better fighters, but better manipulators and leaders as well.

As a commander, Rule excelled where he had been restless and therefore rather testy as an enforcer.

His brother on the other hand was a strategist unlike any Malachi had come up against, other than Jonas Wyatt.

Dressed and ready to face the family she was unaware had returned to the hotel, Malachi stepped back to the bedroom and watched her as she lay dozing in the bed.

She had cried when she had told him of her mother’s death on her seventh birthday. Holding her had been all he could do to ease the pain she had felt that long ago summer.

She had related some of her adventures. Her trips to England and to Rome, to Greece and to Japan. He knew about her first puppy, the kitty that had run away when Isabelle was ten, the changes in her brother, Linclon, after he had returned from the army wounded several years ago and the trials and tribulations of her younger sister, Chelsea.

He knew Liza was her dearest friend, and he knew when she mentioned the fact that they lived together, there had been a hint of carefully hidden pain and fear.

Though Isabelle didn’t want to return to the house, not once had she asked him to protect her nor had she revealed the reason for that fear.

If Terran Martinez and his family didn’t have the answers he needed today, then he would confront both Chelsea and Liza. They were already wary of him, though clearly not frightened. He had a feeling both girls would be willing to talk, especially once he explained the hazards to every living human involved in the cover-up should someone strike out at his mate.

Dressing in a gray silk suit, white fine cotton shirt and blue and gray striped tie, Malachi slipped his feet into expensive leather shoes and returned to the bedroom.

Isabelle was still dozing. Her eyes were closed, her senses relaxed. Sleep almost had her again.

Moving to the bed, he kissed the top of her head gently before straightening and leaving the room.

The sooner he completed the meeting, the sooner he could return to his mate and learn more of the details of her life, the little quirks that made her unique and enjoy the sense of humor that never failed to draw a smile from his lips.

Leaving the room he checked the door quickly before stepping across the hall to the room that had once been Isabelle’s and was now Ashley and Emma Truing’s.

On each side, Isabelle’s sister Chelsea and her friend Liza were still registered. The two girls had come to the room the night before after Isabelle had called them. They had been as outraged over the lies that had been told to Isabelle’s father as Isabelle was.

Turning up the hall he moved quickly to the small meeting room the hotel had set up for the Breed visit. Rule had sent a text earlier that the Martinez family was on their way for the meeting. However, the chief had warned him that Terran had no intentions of revealing the identity of the individual who had called.

Perhaps he didn’t. Perhaps he wouldn’t. But Malachi would make damned certain he knew the risks to his daughter and the consequences should Isabelle be hurt because of his refusal to speak.

Sliding the key card into the lock, Malachi stepped into the room, then came to a slow, wary stop. The Martinez men weren’t the only ones who were awaiting him.

Rule stood to the side of the room watching silently as Isabelle’s friend Liza dried her tears and Chelsea hung her head, staring at the floor somberly.

There was more going on here than whatever information Terran was hiding.

“Mr. Morgan.” Terran rose to his feet, his expression more heavily lined than it had been the evening before, his dark eyes filled with sorrow. “I hope you will pardon my transgressions yesterday. I beg your forgiveness as I will be pleading with my daughter for hers after this meeting.”

Malachi lifted a brow curiously as he glanced over at Rule. The other Breed shrugged with a discomforted shift of his shoulders. The formal politeness of the apology and the pain that flowed from Terran was thick enough to cause Malachi’s hackles to rise.

“Chelsea?” He looked over at the younger girl. “Is everything okay, little sister?”

Her shoulders jerked, her breathing hitched as a sob nearly escaped. Placing her hand over her lips as she lifted the other in a gesture to stop, she turned her back on him.

Malachi could smell the tears.

The evening before, he’d noticed both girls had acted oddly after Isabelle had told them what her family had done. Her father’s anger seemed to have especially upset both girls.

“Everything’s obviously not okay,” Liza spoke up at that point, her red-rimmed eyes full of not just pain, but anger as she turned back to Malachi. “Isabelle is like a sister to me, Malachi. She’s the best friend I have in this world. And when she told us last night what happened, I had a feeling I knew exactly who had done it, and I was right.”

His gaze flicked to Terran. The other man looked grief- stricken, and filled with rage. He turned back to Liza.

“Are you going to tell me who it was?” he asked, his eyes narrowing on her.

Her lips trembled for a brief second before she steadied them, lifted her chin and said, “The man who attacked her in her own home and nearly raped her. If Chelsea and I hadn’t come home when we did, he would have raped her in her own living room.”

Tears spilled from the girl’s eyes again, but she continued bravely. “My dad had given me a gun. I pulled it from the closet and hit him in the back of the head with it. It gave her time to get away from him. When she jerked it from me, Chelsea and I kept her from filling his ass with buckshot. We should have let her do it. But all I could imagine was him suing the three of us and getting away with it.”

It had been known to happen. Which was neither here nor there. It didn’t matter in the end. Once he had the identity of the man, the three women wouldn’t have to worry about being sued, they would only have to worry about what color to wear to his funeral. Black for grief, though he doubted they would choose such a respectable, somber color for the event. Perhaps red, he thought, for the blood the son of a bitch was going to shed.

“Liza, I want that name.”

“You’ll kill him,” Chelsea cried out as she swung around to face him. “Then Isabelle will be pissed with us. And God forbid you be arrested for it, because she would kill us. You don’t know what she’s like when she’s pissed, Malachi.”

“Obviously, courageous and daring,” he stated with no small amount of pride. “But, I prefer she not have to be courageous and daring again with this particular individual, and there’s no doubt he won’t attempt it again.” He glanced to Terran. “It’s the same man that called you?”

“She’s my daughter,” Terran rasped. “I’ll take vengeance.”

“God save me from all this familial guilt and self- punishment,” he snapped, growing more furious by the moment. “I’ll have his name and I’ll have it now. If I don’t, I promise the two of you I’ll take Isabelle as far as possible from this place and you’ll be lucky if she can convince me to visit once every five years.” He turned to her father. “And if that’s the case, then you can forget knowing any grandchildren she’ll have because my faith in your ability to tell us anything that could endanger that child would be nil. Now one of you had better fucking open your mouths.” His voice rose with the last words, his anger beginning to slip past the calm he always forced upon himself.

Chelsea and Liza stared back at him in shock.

“Holden Mayhew.” Terran gave him the name he wanted. “He’s the manager . . .”

“Of the Tri-Bar Ranch bordering yours.” Malachi nodded as his fists clenched, his body tightening with rage.