Catching a Coyote

by Serenity Snow

  The whisper of it was audible in the quiet room and Cordelia gave the spaghetti straps a brush from her shoulder allowing the fabric to fall slowly down to reveal the shelf bra. It was just one of a woman’s tools of seduction for the tiny scraps merely held up her breasts, not covering them.

  Mallory blinked, and her eyes darkened.

  She pushed the fabric further down, so it pooled at her feet showing off the matching assless panties.

  The sharp intake of Mallory’s breath confirmed what she already knew. Cordelia not only had her attention—she would be getting laid tonight. The cat almost purred at the idea of releasing some of the pent up need.

  Cordelia pinched her nipples and moaned softly before gliding her hands over her flat stomach to her hips. The expertly done tattoo of black flowers circled her hips. Mallory’s eyes were drawn to the markings as they traveled down to her panties.

  Mallory wiped a hand over her mouth and Cordelia smiled.

  The lingerie was sexy as hell and for what she’d paid for it, it should be.

  “I’m liking this better than what you do at work,” Mallory said roughly.

  Cordelia stroked her hand over her hips before letting one slide between her thighs. “I like you watching me, Mallory. All I can think about is you touching me.” She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them and tossed them to Mallory.

  Mallory caught the briefs and brought them to her nose. Her eyes glazed a little and Cordelia smiled.

  “Hmm. I hope you smell that good up close and personal,” Mallory murmured.

  Cordelia gave her a smile and turned and headed to her bedroom. She could feel Mallory following, her wild coyote energy washing over her, hot and hungry.

  Mallory growled, and Cordelia faced her in the dim light of her bedroom. She unhooked the straps of the bra at her back. Cordelia tossed the thin wisp onto the floor at Mallory’s feet.

  Mallory closed the distance between them, stare intense as her hand slid into her pants pocket.

  “I had intended to leave this at the office, but with what’s going on, I figured that would be a bad idea. Now, I’m certain it would have been,” she said coming to a stop in front of Cordelia.

  “Why is that?” she drawled. “Do you want me to tie you up?”

  Mallory’s eyes danced with humor. “Extend your hands.” Mallory secured her hands with the tie before turning her to face the full-size bed. She shoved Cordelia forward and she went, bracing on her hands.

  “You have such a nice ass, Cordi,” she murmured in Cordelia’s ear. “I’m going to set it on fire with my belt.”

  “Do you promise?” she asked, and her words drew a low growl from Mallory’s throat that made her cream.

  “You know what turns me on when I see you on stage?” Mallory leaned against her, the bulge in her pants pressing into the crease of Cordelia’s ass.

  “Tell me,” Cordelia said breathlessly.

  “The fact you don’t take off all your clothes. I like the tease, the anticipation of the hunt.”

  “All chase and no catching?”

  The hand that landed on her ass was a sting that drew a startled gasp from Cordelia. The second tap was a sharp bite to soft skin that made her pussy dew even as Cordelia’s breath quickened.

  Mallory drew her fingers across Cordelia’s tight cheeks. “Safe word is quit,” Mallory told her. “Use it if you want to stop. Say slow if you want to slow down.”

  “I will,” she said.

  Mallory dropped the belt across her butt and the leather kissed her skin, a lick of pain that went straight to her clit. The next tap was harder and made the heat of desire flare higher inside her.

  “Oh. Mallory,” Cordelia gasped.

  The belt fell on her ass again, catching her skin on fire and Cordelia gasped. Mallory hit her again, the belt slapping one cheek and then the other and back again.

  “Your pleasure arouses me,” Mallory told her and drew her nails down Cordelia’s back. She sucked in a breath. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No.” She liked being scratched, but it was so rare to find a woman of her own kind to play with.

  Mallory’s nail crawled down her back inflicting a slight pain before digging into the fleshy part of her ass. Mallory bit her shoulder, the press of her teeth sharp as they pierced her flesh.

  Cordelia purred and arched up. Mallory bit her again in a circular pattern that created maximum pleasure. She creamed and hissed.

  Mallory growled. The arousal riding her clear in the sound. She lifted her hand and thwacked Cordelia hard before dropping her hand on the back of Cordelia’s thighs.

  She closed her eyes, savoring the pain that had her nerve endings alive, her skin so sensitive she felt Mallory’s breath on her neck.

  “Mallory, I need you,” she begged. Cordelia trembled. Her body was a blaze of need.

  Mallory turned her over and stared down at her for a moment before swiping her tongue over one pink nipple. Cordelia gasped as pleasure snaked through her. Sharp teeth raked over the tender bud before Mallory’s hot mouth closed over it. She ran the pad of her thumb over the other nipple before giving it a light thump.

  Cordelia arched into the suckling mouth with a growl. Mallory released the tight peak and turned her attention to its twin. She gave the fleshy mound a slap and then flicked the rosy peak with her tongue and took it into her mouth.

  Cordelia thrashed on her bed, the bliss crawling over her threatening to drown her. “Mallory!”

  Mallory licked her way down to Cordelia’s stomach sending ripples of heat coursing through her. Mallory drew a finger along the tat on Cordelia’s hip.

  “I love your ink, baby. It’s so seductive.”

  Mallory settled between Cordelia’s thighs, kissing the insides before pushing her legs further apart. She growled and bit her lightly making Cordelia shiver. Then, she used the fingers of one hand to part the flushed lips and run her tongue up Cordelia’s juicy slit.

  Cordelia cried out and Mallory drew her tongue around the hard nubbin of her clitoris as she worked her fingers into Cordelia’s wet pussy.

  “Oh, Goddess, Mallory,” Cordelia cried, her skin on fire.

  Mallory’s tongue lashed at her clit while her fingers fucked deep and easy inside her. Cordelia purred and jerked at the tie wishing she could touch Mallory.

  “Fuck, yes!” she screamed. “Like that.”

  Mallory withdrew her fingers and ran her tongue down to the entrance of Cordelia’s body where she thrust her tongue inside.

  Cordelia’s hips came off the bed, and she let out a scream, the pleasure curling around her and drawing her deeper into its thrall.

  Mallory used her thumb to work Cordelia’s swollen clit as she fucked her with her tongue.

  “Mallory!” Cordelia thrust up into her mouth, the hunger inside her raging like a river. “I need—please make me come now.”

  Mallory withdrew from her then and stood. She unzipped her pants and slipped her hand inside.

  “Baby. Baby, now,” Cordelia begged. “Fuck me.”

  Mallory pressed her elbow beneath one of Cordelia’s knees and lifted her hips before tucking the head of the dildo to the entrance of her pussy.

  Mallory slid into her filling her in two long strokes. Their gazes locked then and Mallory drew almost all the way out, then drove back into her, filling her again. The stroke a sensation that threatened to bring her undone.

  As Mallory took her faster, their clits brushed, the friction a layer of sensuality that tore a snarl of delight from Mallory and Cordelia purred. Mallory drove into her, again and again, her strokes powerful enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.

  “Mallory, you feel so fucking good,” Cordelia cried and then she was coming. Her orgasm exploding through her, ripping a scream past her lips.

  “Yes,” Mallory cried, her own body jerking above Cordelia.

  Mallory’s eyes glowed a rich blue-gray and the face of the coyote filled Cordelia’s vision. Her cat reac
ted with a low growl, her claws un-sheathing.

  Mallory nipped the side of her neck then and Cordelia came again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Oh, fuck.” Mallory withdrew from her. “Shit.” Man. She ran her fingers over her head and paced away from the bed, breathing hard.

  Cordelia stared at her a long time and sat up. “Can you at least untie me before you freak all the way out.”

  Mallory came over and set her free, dropping the tie next to her on the bed. “Are you okay? Turn over. I need to check your back.”

  “I’m fine,” Cordelia muttered. “What is wrong with you?”

  “I got carried away. Now, turn over.”

  Cordelia did as ordered, and Mallory’s fingers traced her back.

  “I should at least put something on them, but it’s not bad.”

  “I’ll get the antibiotic ointment, but I think I’ll clean up first. Could you set the table while I do that?” She slid from the bed and headed into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and turned on the shower.

  Cordelia got into the shower more relaxed than before. She was a fast healer, so she didn’t worry about the scratches, but the water stung her back as she let it run over her.

  ****

  Mallory cleaned up in the sink and dressed as she cursed herself for allowing the animal to get out of hand. She was a scratcher and a biter, but she always prided herself on maintaining control.

  It was that damn cat.

  She pushed her to the edge of her control with a simple look and god forbid the woman should smile at her. It just did all kinds of things to her inside.

  The woman was like turning on a light in a dark room and Mallory wasn’t sure that was such a good thing right now. She was caught in a dangerous game, with the prize being her freedom or her life.

  She didn’t have time to focus on this kind of thing. She had to be at the top of her game to keep her pack together and Jenner from wrecking her life.

  Cordelia’s cell phone rang, and Mallory glanced at it on the dresser in the bedroom. She ignored it and the ringing stopped and a ding signaled an incoming message. She picked up the phone and unlocked the screen, surprised there was no password on it.

  You whore. You’re going to pay for fucking that bitch.

  Whoa!

  What?

  Who is this? Mallory sent the message.

  Like you don’t know, slut. I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow. And no, I’m not in jail. Did you think you could get me arrested? I’m going to make what I did to you the other night look like a laugh riot.

  How do you know I have someone here?

  I know.

  Mallory put the phone down and glanced around the room. She snagged her own phone and headed to the kitchen. They could have a small problem here.

  “Mallory?” Cordelia called.

  “I’m in the kitchen.”

  Cordelia joined her five minutes later, fully dressed in another short dress, hair still up. She looked as good as she had before except the tension in her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Larue texted me. She must have cameras in my bedroom,” Cordelia told her angrily.

  Mallory turned to face her, the pretty face drawn while the blue eyes sparked with anger. Cordelia had her phone in one hand and Mallory waited for her to blow up about the invasion of her privacy.

  “I noticed,” Mallory said.

  “I wished you hadn’t messaged her back,” Cordelia said softly. “I try to ignore when I can, and I can’t figure out if she’s delusional or just messing with me or both.”

  “I apologize,” Mallory commented, hoping her mistake didn’t cost her this evening with Cordelia.

  She didn’t know why, but she wanted to have dinner with her, to enjoy the rest of the evening if possible. She hadn’t lingered beyond sex in too many months to count, and she knew that was probably the reason she was weak with Cordelia.

  She was lonely.

  “She probably bugged your place while you were out today,” Mallory said when Cordelia didn’t reply.

  Cordelia paled, and her lips tightened. Her shoulders slumped as she looked on the verge of tears for a moment. Then, a mask of calm slipped over her features and Mallory wondered what had gone through her mind in the space between one thought and the next.

  “Can you get Kamari to come over tomorrow and check?” Cordelia asked, her hands trembling.

  Mallory nodded. “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

  “No. I can’t stand the thought of her watching my every move, listening to us. It’s bad enough she saw us having sex.”

  “Pack a bag, and I’ll take you someplace else.”

  “Okay. I’ll put dinner away. I can eat it tomorrow.”

  “I’ll do it, but first let me put something on your back,” Mallory told her.

  "Fine.”

  Mallory followed her into the bedroom watching the swaying of Cordelia’s hips. The woman had a great ass, but she had to stop checking her out, she warned herself.

  She didn’t have time to get caught up in a romance.

  In the bedroom, Cordelia retrieved a tube of antibiotic cream from her bathroom and the scent of her soap drifted out into the room making Mallory groan.

  Damn it, she smelled good.

  “Here.” Cordelia returned holding the tube out to her. Then, she unzipped her dress.

  Mallory smoothed some cream on her silky skin, fingers lingering as she savored the contact. She leaned in close, coyote drawn by the scent and nuzzled Cordelia’s nape.

  Cordelia purred, and Mallory nipped the side of her neck.

  “Why don’t we just take dinner with us? I’m starving.” She heard the huskiness of her voice and withdrew, cursing herself.

  “It’s on the stove. I’ll come help in a minute.”

  Mallory left Cordelia alone and headed back to the kitchen. She washed up and opened the cupboard, searching for dishes and found some plastic take-a-long containers. She lifted the lid on a pot and the delicate scent of the white sauce drifted to her.

  She used the spoon on the saucer on the stove to fill the containers with the pasta.

  “Grab the containers from the fridge. That’s the salad and there’s bread in the oven,” Cordelia called.

  Mallory packed up the meal and Cordelia breezed into the kitchen with two bags.

  “We can load everything into this. It’s my food carry bag,” she said.

  Mallory did just that with a little help from Cordelia who brushed against her a few times, filling her senses with the soft scent of jasmine. The coyote growled softly in approval, but she fought the urge to turn her head and nuzzled the side of Cordelia’s neck, drown in that scent.

  Once they were done, Mallory zipped the bag and Cordelia picked up her overnight case from the floor. She led the way out onto the porch and Mallory’s coyote went hunting still.

  Eyes were on them—she could feel someone watching and it made her animal growl inside her mind.

  Cordelia was locking the door when a ball came out of nowhere and smashed into the door frame. She let out a scream as liquid splashed out from the ball to wet her jacket as she jumped back.

  “Leave it,” Mallory ordered shoving her to one side. A balloon whizzed at them, hitting Mallory square on the shoulder causing her to drop her parcel. Another followed by another and the liquid inside burned through her shirt, tearing a growl from her.

  A snarl drew her attention and a hiss issued from Cordelia. Then Cordelia was thrown back against the brick by a big wolf. The animal snapped its teeth at her, and she hit it with her bag before being knocked off balance by the wolf’s tug at the bag’s strap.

  Hitting the ground, the wolf was on her and Cordelia placed her hands on the wolf’s shoulders and shoved.

  Mallory growled in warning and started toward them when she found herself being attacked by a figure in black with a mask covering its face. A right connected with her jaw, and she grunted and drove her knee i
nto the figure’s groin. The growl that resulted told her it wasn’t a man.

  She pushed the woman off her and drove her fist into the assailant’s chest and only had a brief time to block the claws that came at her. Her attacker swept her leg, tumbling Mallory to the ground where she followed, knee between Mallory’s thighs.

  The attacker punched her. Mallory delivered a blow to the woman’s side before driving the heel of her hand up, aiming for the nose. She missed, and the woman bent her head to snarl in Mallory’s face.

  To her left, Mallory heard a meow, and her coyote snarled in rage. The little cat was in trouble, and she had to get to her.

  Mallory got the woman off her and as she got to her feet, the woman drew on her. She pulled up short, holding up her hands.

  “Hey, now. Let’s handle this like the animals we are,” Mallory said.

  A cold breeze kissed the side of her body and a mere second later, the woman pulled the trigger. Mallory’s eyes widened as the bullet left the barrel, but it froze mid-air.

  The air to her left chilled further and white sped past her in a blur to slam into the attacker. The woman let out a cry and fell backward, got her bearings and fired at them again and Mallory jerked Cordelia to her, out of the line of fire, while the shooter took off toward the parking lot.

  “Damn,” Mallory muttered and turned her head to look left, expecting the wolf to lunge for them. Only smears of blood on the brick and melting ice were left of her surprise.

  She’d never known a wolf to run from a cat.

  ****

  A police car pulled up less than five minutes later to Cordelia’s astonishment, and she leaned against the brick wall of her apartment, breathing hard and shaking while they waited for the officer to get to them.

  “Are you okay?” Mallory asked coming to stand in front of her.

  “Fine. You?” She reached to touch Mallory’s jaw and Mallory winced. “You’re going to need some ice.”

  “No. It’s really fine. Whoever it was didn’t get off a good shot.”