mine."
Chapter Nine
Malachi's
wolf growled his fury, and he had the devil of a job reining the fucker back
in. He scented her the minute he'd stepped up to the front door, but he hadn’t
wanted to believe it. After all this time, his fucking mate was here, and with
his best friend draped all over her.
Silas
stiffened and turned around slowly, but he didn’t relinquish his hold on Maria,
and Malachi's wolf growled low in his throat. Maria's scent was all over his
friend, and the just healed mark on his neck proclaimed his status as loudly as
possible.
"Calm
down now, Malachi. I haven't got the foggiest what the hell you're talking
about, but you need to calm down."
Silas's
voice held an edge of steel, and half shifted Malachi bared his teeth at the
other man. Behind him Maria shook off Silas's hand, and her cat snarled and
growled in much the same manner as his wolf did.
"You!" The chill in
her voice served like a cold shower, and Malachi looked into her cat's eyes
when she spoke. "How fucking dare you. After all this time, you turn up
here, and claim I'm yours. If I'm yours then why the fuck did you stay away for
ten years, tell me that, mutt boy."
Silas
whistled through his teeth, and Malachi knew the minute the human connected the
dots in his mind. He took a step away from Maria and ran a hand through his
hair.
"Fuck,
she's your girl?" he asked. "I had no idea."
Maria's
growl of annoyance shook the windows, and despite his fury Malachi had to
admire the fire in her eyes. The slender young girl he'd known had grown into a
beautiful, confident woman, and her anger just got his wolf more excited. He
hardened instantly, and by the way both the man and woman in front of him
reacted he knew they were all too aware of his predicament.
Silas's
eyes drifted to his groin, and he groaned slightly, causing Maria to throw him
an astonished look. She glanced from Silas to Malachi, and back again, and even though she mumbled the words, Malachi heard them loud
and clear.
"I
don't fucking believe it."
Her
animal whined as her anger deflated, to be replaced by hurt disbelief, and she
pulled at the hemline of Silas's favorite jumper in a futile attempt to cover
up more. The human's item of clothing fell back down one shoulder, exposing
acres of creamy flesh, and one well rounded shoulder, that bore Silas's faint
finger marks. The visible reminder of the fact that Silas had gotten to her
first, taken what should have been rightfully his, should have made his wolf
clamber to be released, and to rip the other man's throat out, but the regret
and silent determination in Silas's eyes stopped him.
"I
never would have … I mean … fuck!" Silas stalked over to the fridge, and
it was testament to his state of mind that he grabbed two beer bottles and
threw one at Malachi. He caught it easily and slugged half of it down, noticing
that Silas did the same. Silas never drank this early in the morning, but then
again this was an unusual situation to say the least.
"Yeah. Some fucking
homecoming this has turned out to be."
Belatedly
Malachi turned and slammed the front door shut, on the curious face of one of
the neighbors. Great, that was all they needed. Miss Busybody
announcing his return to all and sundry. Malachi liked to stay under the
radar—of the council, in particular—and here was Councilor Anderson's daughter,
his daughter, in his damn flat and having been fucked six ways from
Sunday by Silas. The daughter of the man who ordered Malachi's execution,
should he ever be found.
Not
only that they'd mated. The connection between them was palpable. You didn't
need to be a shifter to see that, but now his wolf had calmed down a bit, he
could smell their emotions. Maria's hurt cut through him like a knife, and
Silas's worry was equally hard to take.
An
uneasy silence fell among them all, only broken by the sound of Silas slamming
his now empty beer bottle on the kitchen work top. Maria jumped, and then Silas
surprised them
Chapter Nine
Malachi's
wolf growled his fury, and he had the devil of a job reining the fucker back
in. He scented her the minute he'd stepped up to the front door, but he hadn’t
wanted to believe it. After all this time, his fucking mate was here, and with
his best friend draped all over her.
Silas
stiffened and turned around slowly, but he didn’t relinquish his hold on Maria,
and Malachi's wolf growled low in his throat. Maria's scent was all over his
friend, and the just healed mark on his neck proclaimed his status as loudly as
possible.
"Calm
down now, Malachi. I haven't got the foggiest what the hell you're talking
about, but you need to calm down."
Silas's
voice held an edge of steel, and half shifted Malachi bared his teeth at the
other man. Behind him Maria shook off Silas's hand, and her cat snarled and
growled in much the same manner as his wolf did.
"You!" The chill in
her voice served like a cold shower, and Malachi looked into her cat's eyes
when she spoke. "How fucking dare you. After all this time, you turn up
here, and claim I'm yours. If I'm yours then why the fuck did you stay away for
ten years, tell me that, mutt boy."
Silas
whistled through his teeth, and Malachi knew the minute the human connected the
dots in his mind. He took a step away from Maria and ran a hand through his
hair.
"Fuck,
she's your girl?" he asked. "I had no idea."
Maria's
growl of annoyance shook the windows, and despite his fury Malachi had to
admire the fire in her eyes. The slender young girl he'd known had grown into a
beautiful, confident woman, and her anger just got his wolf more excited. He
hardened instantly, and by the way both the man and woman in front of him
reacted he knew they were all too aware of his predicament.
Silas's
eyes drifted to his groin, and he groaned slightly, causing Maria to throw him
an astonished look. She glanced from Silas to Malachi, and back again, and even though she mumbled the words, Malachi heard them loud
and clear.
"I
don't fucking believe it."
Her
animal whined as her anger deflated, to be replaced by hurt disbelief, and she
pulled at the hemline of Silas's favorite jumper in a futile attempt to cover
up more. The human's item of clothing fell back down one shoulder, exposing
acres of creamy flesh, and one well rounded shoulder, that bore Silas's faint
finger marks. The visible reminder of the fact that Silas had gotten to her
first, taken what should have been rightfully his, should have made his wolf
clamber to be released, and to rip the other man's throat out, but the regret
and silent determination in Silas's eyes stopped him.
"I
never would have … I mean … fuck!" Silas stalked over to the fridge, and
it was testament to his state of mind that he grabbed two beer bottles and
threw one at Malachi. He caught it easily and slugged half of it down, noticing
that Silas did the same. Silas never drank this early in the morning, but then
again this was an unusual situation to say the least.
"Yeah. Some fucking
homecoming this has turned out to be."
Belatedly
Malachi turned and slammed the front door shut, on the curious face of one of
the neighbors. Great, that was all they needed. Miss Busybody
announcing his return to all and sundry. Malachi liked to stay under the
radar—of the council, in particular—and here was Councilor Anderson's daughter,
his daughter, in his damn flat and having been fucked six ways from
Sunday by Silas. The daughter of the man who ordered Malachi's execution,
should he ever be found.
Not
only that they'd mated. The connection between them was palpable. You didn't
need to be a shifter to see that, but now his wolf had calmed down a bit, he
could smell their emotions. Maria's hurt cut through him like a knife, and
Silas's worry was equally hard to take.
An
uneasy silence fell among them all, only broken by the sound of Silas slamming
his now empty beer bottle on the kitchen work top. Maria jumped, and then Silas
surprised them
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