N. Walters - Isaiah's Haven

He was a pure werewolf with a pack of his own. He didn’t need to be a part of this mess. She and her small pack would spend the next five or ten years running and hiding until it was safe to set up a home base again. She couldn’t ask that of him.

Taking a deep breath, Meredith faced the male she loved. “Thank you for telling me this. We’ll take care of it.”

His expression went blank. “That’s it?”

She forced herself to shrug nonchalantly though her heart was breaking. Her wolf was howling in pain at the thought of never seeing her mate again. Because that’s what he was. And she would protect his life at all costs. “What else did you expect?”

“What else indeed?” he muttered.

He turned to leave and her hand automatically reached for him. He opened the door and she closed her eyes, not able to watch him leave again. This was the third time she’d sent him away. Maybe it was karma for what she’d done, for leaving her pack and taking her children with her. Being forced to do this to him was killing her even though she knew it was the right thing, the only thing to do.

The door closed softly and she let out a soft moan of pain. Wrapping her arms around herself, she hunched over as pain radiated from her heart to every part of her body and soul. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.

He was truly gone.

Warm arms surrounded her, pulling her gently against a strong chest. Her head shot up and her eyes widened as Isaiah stared back at her. His expression was no longer blank. Fire burned from his eyes and determination filled his face.

“You cheated,” she accused. “You didn’t really leave.” She couldn’t believe he was here.

“So sue me,” he growled. He swooped down, captured her lips with his and thrust his tongue into her mouth, devouring her whole.

Isaiah didn’t know whether to shake Meredith or kiss her. The maddening female was going to send him away again. Or she was going to try to.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not this time.

He’d gotten as far as the door, when it had hit him what she was trying to do. Her eyes had been closed, so he’d shut the door softly and waited. The cry that came from her almost broke his heart. It echoed the loss, the pain that he’d felt when he’d walked away from her the last time.

No more.

They belonged together. She was his woman. His mate. He’d do whatever it took to make her see that.

He knew he’d rather cut off his right arm than hurt her. Taking her in his arms and kissing her senseless seemed like the only reasonable thing to do. So he did.

Her lips were soft, yielding to his. Her tongue tangled with his, stroking, touching. Their breath mingled, combined, until they were one.

Isaiah cupped her jaw, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Her skin was like the finest silk. She made a small sound in the back of her throat. Her hands touched his chest, branding him with her fiery touch. Her fingers slid over his shoulders, clinging to him through the thick fabric of his shirt.

His cock was throbbing, aching to be buried in her hot sheath. He had to have her. Now.

He tore his mouth from hers and grabbed the hem of her sweater. “I’ve got to see you.” Sweat beaded on his forehead as desperation seized him.

“Yes.” She raised her arms, allowing him to remove the garment. Before he’d tossed it aside she was dragging his flannel shirt down his arms. Their limbs tangled with the fabric and he fought to get the shirt off.

Meredith didn’t wait for the shirt to hit the floor before her hands were buried beneath his T-shirt. He groaned as her hot hands stroked over his abs and up to his pecs.

“I love the way you feel. So hard. So strong,” she murmured.

Desperate, he yanked the T-shirt off. She gave a low hum of contentment and leaned forward, licking one of his flat nipples.

Isaiah thought the top might blow off his head. He caught her long braid in his hand, winding it around his palm. Using his grip, he tipped her head back and kissed her. He could kiss her for the next four hundred years and never tire of her taste, of the way her mouth felt under his.

He released his hold on her hair and stroked his hands over her shoulders. Her skin was like cream and he wanted to lap her up. He hooked his fingers in the thin straps of her bra and slowly lowered them over her arms. The cups flowed downward, revealing her bountiful breasts.

Lowering his head, he kissed the swell of the lush mounds before drifting lower. Her nipples were already taut with desire. He teased one tip with his tongue. Meredith arched her back, offering her breasts to him.

Satisfaction flowed through him. She wanted him. And he wanted her. Nothing short of an all-out attack would stop him from having her.

He pulled back and surveyed his work. Her nipple was red and wet, like some luscious berry. He blew softly on it, wringing a moan from between her sweet lips. It was music to his ears and a balm to his ragged soul.

Too impatient for him to wait any longer, Meredith attacked the button of his jeans. Now it was his turn to moan. The zipper came down and her hand closed around his hard, hot flesh. She gripped the base and stroked her hand all the way up to the flared head.

A pearly bead of liquid seeped from the slit and she used her thumb to spread it over the tip. This was going to be over before he got inside her if he didn’t stop her. He was too close, too needy. And he desperately wanted to be inside her when he came.

“I want to taste you.” Her words went through him like a wildfire burning out of control.

He wanted that too. But not now. “Later,” he ground out as he gripped her wrist and slowly removed her hand.

“Now,” she countered, curling her lip into a seductive pout.

The woman was lethal. He moved, banging into a chair. He shoved it out of his way as he backed her against the nearest wall. “Later,” he repeated. He went down on one knee before her and worked the fastenings of her jeans. Sliding his hands inside the opening, he savored the feel of her silky panties against his hands. He’d love to feel them rubbing against his cock, but he’d come for sure if he did.

Swearing, he thrust his hands beneath the waistband, trying not to notice how hot and supple her ass was as he pushed both panties and jeans down over her thighs.

The material bunched around her ankles and he swore again. His cock was bobbing in front of him, a stark reminder of how damn bad he needed to get inside her.

A soft laugh stopped him. He looked up and his heart turned over. Meredith was smiling at him, her blue eyes glowing with desire and something more. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. All he knew was he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life. Her lips were red and moist and inviting. Her bra was shoved beneath her breasts, showcasing them to perfection.

He took a deep breath, struggling for control. He was tearing her clothing from her like some animal. And that’s what he was. A werewolf desperate for his mate. He might be partially human, but the wolf half of him wouldn’t be denied.

Her scent hit him like a sledgehammer. Sweet and musky and inviting. There was no doubt she wanted him. Her pubic hair was damp and her soft folds were slick with cream.

Isaiah dived between her thighs, lapping at her core. Meredith groaned, grabbing his shoulders for support. Her nails scored his flesh. He loved the bite of pain as he ate her pussy.

She struggled to move. At first he thought she was trying to get away from him. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He gripped her hips, his hands holding her still so he could continue to pleasure her.

“Shoes,” she gasped. “Get my shoes off so I can get naked.”