Page 45 of Kodiak's Heart

“What do you want, Laramie?”

He moved into her, pinning her against the wall as his lips beelined for her neck. One strong palm cupped her breast, thumb and forefinger plucking at the nipple while he nipped and sucked his way up the arched column toward her jawline then her lips. He took her under quickly, drowning her in a sea of lust and need that robbed her of everything but him.

She didn’t realize he’d partially stripped her until he went to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. He jerked one foot out of her jeans and underwear and lifted the leg over his shoulder. She buried her hands in his hair, clenching and kneading his scalp with her fingertips as he licked from her clit down to her opening. He paused to fuck her sheath with his tongue before heading back up to flick his tongue against her clit.

“Laramie,” she moaned, struggling to stay quiet enough not to disturb Ruby.

He ate her sex while fucking her with his fingers. It didn’t take long to have her coming. He never stopped, working her higher, making her come even harder. Then he pressed until she came yet again.

Her legs were weak, his hold the only thing keeping her upright. He planted a sucking kiss on her inner thigh then stood, lifting her and turning until she was bent over the back of the couch. She heard his zipper, felt the head of his cock as he ran it along her drenched folds, coating it in her juices before pressing into her. One hard thrust buried him deep. He gripped her hips tightly and fucked her as if he were a man possessed or a man who wanted to possess. Her.

She held on, held tight. He pounded her sex, growling and grunting before giving a low moan as he emptied inside her. His dick stayed hard. He tugged free only to lift her again. This time, he laid her on the couch, removing the remnants of her clothes as he did. He came over her, forcing her thighs wider as he thrust into her again. He was slow but no less thorough this time, dividing his kisses between her face and breasts.

“I need you, Em,” he whispered at her ear. “I can’t let you leave me. Not now. Not ever.”

“I—”

“Don’t speak. Just listen,” he ordered, pressing his fingers over her mouth. “You belong with me. We belong together. I knew it the moment I saw you. I don’t care if you’re human. I don’t care what you are. I want you any way I can have you. If you try to leave, I’ll follow you. I’ll find you no matter where you go. I’ll always find you. You’re a part of me, Em. Here.” He patted his chest, over his heart. “Feel the way we fit together.” He thrust deep and held still as if emphasizing his words. “You were made for me and only me.”

“Laramie,” she tried to speak again, but he cut her off with a kiss. That easily, he had her blood thrumming again. She lifted her knees to clasp along his hips, her arms wrapping under his arms to grip his shoulders tightly. It was hard and fast. He demanded everything she had, and she knew in that moment she wasn’t leaving. This was what she wanted. He was what she wanted. She was still a little afraid, but she’d figure out how to tell him the truth. Soon.

He swallowed her cries when she came again then buried his face in her neck, biting down on her flesh to muffle his growl of pleasure. Warmth filled her belly as he overflowed her womb, his seed spilling out between them to coat her thighs and drip down between her ass cheeks. This was how she wanted to spend her days and nights. Wrapped in him. Joined with him. Alive. So very much alive.

She didn’t want him to move, to pull free of her body, and thankfully, he seemed just as reluctant. They lay together for a long moment, hearts beating frantically as they slowly came down from the sexual high. When he lifted his head, she leaned in to place kisses along his throat, to nuzzle against him, breathing him in.

He glanced down at her, blue eyes glowing, expression fierce. She waited for him to say something, to demand something, but he merely watched her as if daring her to challenge him. She would. Many times, most likely. But not in this. Not in them being together. When he finally pulled away and stood, she sat up on the sofa. Laramie tucked and zipped then reached down to stroke a finger along her check.

“Shower, get dressed and meet me at the house for dinner.”

It was an order, one she intended to follow, but there was no need for him to know that.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” she queried.

He lifted a brow, but a smile pulled at one side of his lips. “Telling,” he admitted with a shrug. “I’m the alpha.” He reached down and pulled her to her feet, pressing her against him and dropping a hard kiss on her mouth.

“Hurry,” he ordered. “And pack your things and bring them with you. I don’t like you being away from me.”

“No.”

He kissed her again, cutting off her words.

“The answer is still no,” she whispered when he finally allowed her to breathe. “Ruby and I will come to the lodge for dinner, but we’ll be sleeping here tonight.”

“Then I’ll join you here,” he stated.

“Laramie—”

“Those are the only two options, Em,” he vowed with all his arrogance showing.

She shook her head. “You don’t always get what you want.”

“I will in this. I’ve let you lead me in circles since you got here. No more. You’re mine, Emersyn Langston. Mine. I’ll have the words from you before the end of the night.”

She knew the words he wanted, but she wasn’t quite ready to say them. There were other things they needed to discuss. So, she gave him the words she felt he always said to her.

“We need to talk.”

He grinned, shaking his head before laughing aloud. “And we will.” He patted her ass, gave her another of his hard, possessive kisses, then turned and headed toward the door. “And make no mistake, Em. You belong here, with me. We both know it. I’ll have the words. And you. Tonight.”

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