Page 15 of Kodiak's Heart

Chapter Five

Laramie walked Emersyn back down stairs toward his bedroom and couldn’t help but wish it was for another reason. One that didn’t involve him leaving her there to spend the night without him.

Jaeda rose from her perch on the side of the bed when they entered. She rushed across the room to Emersyn and hugged her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Emersyn questioned, her pale, blue gaze meeting Laramie’s.

“For bringing my niece here. For finding us. For loving her and my brother enough to do it.”

Laramie watched Emersyn’s eyes close as she hugged Jaeda back. “I’d do anything for Ruby and Malachi,” she vowed.

“May I spend time with the two of you tomorrow?,” Jaeda asked as the two women stepped apart. Leave it to Jaeda to accept without question. Hadn’t she done the same when her bear had picked Holt as their mate. For all she’d been through, there was still an air of innocence around her that Laramie hoped never changed.

“Of course,” Emersyn offered. “We’d like that.”

“Thank you,” Jaeda rushed to say. “Please let me know if you need anything. I’m just down at the other end of the hall. In fact, we’re all here. Each of the brothers has a room down here. Then there’s the floor below this one where—”

“Jaeda,” Holt called softly from the doorway. Jaeda immediately moved to him, gripping his shirt in her hands and rising on tiptoe to kiss him. “We’ll see you in the morning,” Holt said as he led his mate away.

Emersyn glanced around the room, suddenly seeming uncomfortable around him. Laramie didn’t like that at all. He pushed the door shut and maneuvered them until her back was against it with him facing her.

“Laramie, it’s late. I’m tired.”

He nodded in agreement even as he stroked a finger down her cheek. “I want you,” he admitted. “Tell me you don’t feel the pull between us.”

“Lust,” she replied, and he growled in denial. “It’ll go away if we ignore it, which I intend to.”

He leaned in to her until they were flush, and there was no way she missed the heavy weight of his arousal against her core. God, they fit perfectly. She was tall, lean, made for him. “What if we don’t ignore it?”

“I—”

He didn’t let her finish whatever denial she’d planned. He slipped his mouth over hers and brushed his tongue against her full bottom lip as he pushed his way inside. Cinnamon and honey. Her taste filled his senses, igniting a hunger deeper than he’d ever known. He slid one hand to cup her hip while slowly skimming the other under her shirt until her full breast filled his palm. He brushed his thumb over her tight nipple then gave it a slight pinch that had her crying out into his mouth as she rubbed her core along his length.

He wanted to strip her naked. To touch and taste every inch of her. Would her pussy taste as sweet as the scent of her need? Or would it be spicy like the cinnamon of her kiss? He kept kissing her as he worked the front clasp of her bra and pushed the cups aside until his fingers met nothing but flesh. He pulled and tugged on her nipple, working her into a frenzy.

He turned them, flipping the lock on the door, before guiding her across the room toward the bathroom. He kept kissing her, keeping her lost in the moment with him. As soon as he shut the door and pressed her against it, he pulled away long enough to jerk her shirt over her head then leaned in and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She moaned, and he glanced up to see her eyes closed tight as she rolled her head back and forth.

He took her nipple between his lips and sucked it deep. God, she was exquisite. The needy sounds she made had his dick punching against his zipper. He worked her breast until the nipple was red and swollen then moved across to the other. He made quick work of her jeans, shoving them over her hips to mid-thigh as her breathing became erratic. She softly whimpered between catches in her breath, and he knew she was close to orgasm. He wanted to taste it on his tongue.

The back of his knuckles brushed the front of her damp panties, and as he grazed her clitoris, she broke with a low groan. He dropped to his knees, jerking the gusset of her panties aside to expose the slick lips of her sex. He traced the curves with his tongue, dipping inside to rub over the hard kernel of her arousal before skimming lower to thrust inside. She was small, tight, and so fucking sweet he almost came in his pants.

He needed more, needed deeper. He growled against her folds as he jerked her pants to her ankles, pulling one shoe off and freeing a leg, so he could pull it over his shoulder, opening her up for his exploration. He ripped her panties free and spread her wide with one hand. Pink glistening flesh greeted him. He kissed her clit, rubbing circles around it with his tongue before sucking it softly while he worked a finger inside her. She gripped him tight, and he felt the aftershocks of her recent orgasm. Fuck! She was incredible.

He palmed her ass in his hands and lifted until she was exactly where he wanted her. Her fingers clenched in his hair, ripping at the strands as he ate at her. She mewled and the sound wrapped around his balls and gave them a hot squeeze. He worked her toward another orgasm, using every pant and catch of breath to guide him. He fucked her with two fingers, stretching her tight sheath around his digits. He couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her. Knowing he’d be the only man to take her brought his beast roaring to the surface, primal and ready to claim their mate.

She gave another low, guttural groan, and her juices coated his fingers, dripping from her pussy as she came. He pulled his fingers free and lifted her onto his tongue. He drank her down, moaning against her as he jerked his pants open with one hand and came with her.

He kissed her thighs softly as they both came down from the high. He knew the moment she’d regained control. Her legs briefly tightened around him before she released her hold on his hair and tapped for him to let her free. He slid her off his shoulders and balanced her until she had her feet under her. The way she trembled stroked his pride because he wasn’t the only one shaking in the aftermath.

When he felt capable, he eased away, rising and turning to the sink. He felt her gaze on his cock. It was still hard as stone despite the orgasm he’d had. He washed quickly and tucked himself away before turning back to her.

“I can get you a washcloth or a fresh towel so you can make use of the shower,” he offered.

“I…” She stopped, and a breath shuddered out of her.

He reached out and brushed his thumb across her lip, noting the tiny smear of blood. “Did you bite yourself?”

“What?”

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