Tied With a Bow

sudden nip of sensation in her clit. The swollen, sensitive bud throbbed with need, pulsing with a need so strong she wasn’t certain she could deny it.
    “I’m going to bite your chest.” She sighed, then winced at the lack of explicit description.
    But that was what she wanted.
    She wanted to bite his chest.
    His hand was suddenly clamped on her hip, long, strong fingers curving over the denim of her jeans as she felt his body tense, his breathing becoming deeper and harder.
    “Are you sure you want that head start?” His lips lowered to nip her ear.
    Then he licked the edge of her ear, exciting the sensitive nerve endings beneath the flesh.
    A shudder raced through her, blistering hot, nearly catapulting her straight out of her senses and into an unprecedented orgasm.
    Her thighs tightened as she fought to hold it back. Or give in to it? She wasn’t certain which.
    “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe you’re not good enough at this game to catch me if I take it?” Hell no, she didn’t want a head start, but this was fun . It was the most fun she had ever had, the kind of fun she had dreamed of having with a man.
    And in a moment’s hindsight, she realized she wanted him to chase her. She wanted this game more than she could have ever imagined wanting anything like it.
    He tensed again, a little growl rumbling between them, at once exciting her even as it sent a flash of trepidation racing up her spine.
    She could see the hunger in his gaze, feel it radiating from his big body. The strength of it confused her, as did the answering force that surged through her own body.
    “When I catch you, I will fuck you,” he promised her, his voice rumbling at her ear before he pulled back to stare into her eyes. “All night, all day. Possibly all week.” Pulling away from him was practically impossible, and forcing herself to walk away took all the willpower she could muster. Because she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay there with him, wanted to rub against him and feel the sensual heat and power that she sensed was so much a part of him. She forced herself to move though. Forced herself to draw her gaze away from him and turn back to the table she, Chelsea and Liza shared. They had moved though. They were waiting on her at the exit, which was even better. Leaving was the best option, it would give him a reason to try to find her. If she remained in the bar, it would be rather anti-climatic. And she certainly didn’t want that.

Chapter Two
     
    So many pieces of a heart broken, so many nights spent watching the darkness, wondering where you were.
     
    Some nightmares refused to go away, even amid the most sensual, most erotic event of her life, the deepest terror she had ever known insisted on intruding.
    And she wouldn’t have known, wouldn’t have realized the monster that haunted her dreams was even there if Chelsea and Liza hadn’t rushed her so quickly from the bar.
    Holden Mayhew was in the bar, and he had witnessed her flagrant teasing of the Coyote Breed. The one who had given her a head start. A chance to be certain this was what she wanted.
    And she wanted him with every fiber of her being.
    So much that her body was incredibly sensitive, her nerve endings still pulsing with the need for touch. For his kiss. For every sensual promise he had made to her in the dimly lit bar.
    His fingers stroking against her flesh, his lips, the nip of his teeth. The feel of his hard body against hers.
    And she longed, ached, burned for him to take her.
    Perhaps she should have refused the head start, but the anticipation of being chased, of being a sensual prey, had been more than she could deny herself.
    Isabelle stared at one of the fragrant candles flickering around the room, eliminating the hotel smell and bringing a sense of calm to her ragged nerves. It did nothing to ease the pulse and throb of an arousal that was becoming almost overwhelming. As a matter of fact, the soft, sensual scent that infused the wax might have made it worse.
    But even the anticipation of the Breed and the pleasure that could overtake her couldn’t eliminate the fear rising inside her now.
    Someone had called Holden and told him she was there. Someone who didn’t care that she wanted nothing to do with him. Hell, he didn’t care that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was there, and once again, he was stalking her.
    The flicker of light from the candles her grandmother had made for her held her attention