Page 23 of Kodiak's Heart

Laramie’s hand fell on her shoulder, and he spun her around. Before she could ask what the hell he was doing, he had her back against a tree with him plastered against her chest. Her mouth opened in surprise, and he leaned close and claimed it. His tongue licked inside, flicking against hers then exploring, claiming. She swore her hands lifted without her consent to grip his hair and hold him close. Need consumed her with a desire she’d never known. For him. Laramie.

“What…about…talking?” she panted in between kisses.

“I need this,” he rasped, moving his lips down to suck at her neck.

“Yes,” she moaned. God, she needed it, too.

With a growl, he swooped her up against his chest, holding her high as he strode quickly through the trees. He paused at a cabin door and juggled her in his arms while he got the entry open. He shut the door with his foot then placed her on her feet before turning to flip the lock and throw the bolt. She had time to take one breath, maybe two, before he was on her again, his mouth robbing her oxygen while he backed her across the room.

Her knees hit the mattress, then she and Laramie were horizontal. He loomed over her, his big body caging her in. She felt the press of his hard sex between her thighs and damned the clothes separating them. She reached for him, jerking his shirt from his jeans and tunneling her hands underneath to feel his skin. His abs rippled at her touch as she trailed up toward his chest. She spread her fingers wide, running them through the coarse hair with a moan of pleasure.

He pulled away long enough to tug the shirt over his head and toss it aside. God, he was beautiful. The sexiest man she’d ever seen. The only man she’d ever wanted.

“Say yes,” he whispered, his gaze locking on hers.

She held her breath for a moment. She should say no. She should walk away. Being with him, having sex with him, had the potential to change her whole life.

“Yes.”

No sooner than the word left her lips, and his kiss took her under again. His hands stroked and caressed while his lips and tongue mated with hers. One moment, she cursed the layers between them, then they were gone and his fingers were plucking her swollen nipples. His mouth moved lower, trailing along her neck and collarbone while his hands plumped and shaped her breasts.

“Please,” she begged, and his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking with hard pulls that seemed to tug all the way to her womb. She thrashed beneath him, torn between wanting more and feeling as if it were too much.

Then he was on the move again, his lips trailing across her ribs before stopping to flick his tongue inside her bellybutton on his way lower. His nose tickled her sex as he inhaled her scent with a groan.

“Cinnamon and honey,” he growled. “I could eat you all night.”

Her moan turned into a gasp as he bit her inner thigh then nuzzled her pussy, spreading her lips with one hand before rubbing his tongue over her clitoris. She thrust up against him, both hands falling to cradle his head and hold him to her. He devoured her, working her quickly into a frenzy that had cries of pleasure spilling from her lips as she flew higher and higher toward orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and he growled against her clit, sending her over with a low, keening moan of his name.

He didn’t stop. He worked her higher, drawing out her release until she thought she’d die from the pleasure. She tugged at his hair as shudders worked through her. It was too much. He turned to her thigh again and bit down hard. She jerked against him, her knee catching him on the jaw. He glanced up, and she saw the blood on his lip.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered then caught her breath at the glow of his eyes. She knew that look, understood the significance of it. His beast was at the surface, pressing hard against the man for control.

His gaze narrowed for a moment as his tongue swiped the drop of blood away. He turned his head, as if searching her for something he couldn’t quite figure out. Then she moved, her body rubbing against him, and he rose between her thighs. He must have shed his clothes as well as hers. His shaft fell heavy along her thigh, leaving a smear of precum as he moved into position. Between one breath and the next he reached down to guide his cock to her entrance, then holding her gaze, he thrust deep.

His cock speared her virgin flesh, forcing it wide at the foreign invasion and making her cry out at the sudden burst of pain. Her eyes were wide, her teeth nipping into her bottom lip when he stilled above her. His sex throbbed inside her, and all her senses focused on that one part of him.

Something primal moved beneath his skin, settled into his gaze, and seemed to reach for her. She struggled for control, barely keeping her bear in check as it fought to reach back to him. As if he were aware she was holding back, he leaned over her, letting his chest brush hers as their breaths mingled.

“You were a virgin,” he whispered. He’d known it, but that wasn’t the same as feeling it.

“Not anymore,” she snapped back and closed her eyes. “Move.”

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She tried to deny him, needing the distance.

“Look at me,” he crooned, planting a kiss along her jaw.

Slowly, languorously, her eyes flicked open. As soon as their gazes met, he eased his hips away, the weight and thickness of his shaft tugging along her inner walls until he was no longer inside her. Before she could bemoan the loss, he shoved deep again, filling her with him. And it wasn’t only her sex. He filled all of her, as if he were settling inside her very soul. If she wasn’t careful, she could lose herself to Laramie Holloway.

“Em,” he groaned, dropping a hand to cup her hip while his other arm braced his weight off her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back while he rode her hard. His mouth was everywhere he could reach, enticing her to surrender. She took his kiss, seizing control from him, plundering and exploring the same way his body did hers.

She came with a scream, and still, he fucked her, hard and deep, as if he wanted her to feel him there even after he came. He urged her into a second orgasm, then a third, until she was nearly boneless beneath him.

“Laramie,” she slurred.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, dropping so his mouth was at her ear. He gathered her close against him, cupping her ass in his hands, his weight like a blanket over her as he worked toward release. “Mine.” The word was growled against her throat as his entire body seemed to tighten. She swore his cock swelled larger inside her. She felt the heated splash of his seed, felt the warmth spread as he continued to fill her, to overflow her until his cum dripped from her entrance down into the crack of her ass.

His chest vibrated with a growl, the crisp hair rasping her nipples and sending shivers coursing through her, triggering a series of mini-orgasms. She was barely coherent when he slipped away, pulling his cock free of the tight grip she had on him. She blinked tired eyes at him, sleep desperately trying to suck her under. His fingers grazed her thighs. She thought she saw him lift them to his mouth, but that made no sense. Why would he do that?

“Sleep, mate,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

“Mmm,” she agreed, letting her eyes drift shut. Something niggled at the back of her mind as she slipped under. Had he called her mate? No. He couldn’t have. He was the alpha of his den, and as far as he knew, she was human. Which meant he couldn’t claim her. Unless she stopped hiding what she was, which she couldn’t do. Not if she were going to protect those who meant the most to her. A group that now included Laramie Holloway.

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