Page 30 of A Merry Misfit Christmas

“Yeah.” His voice is raspy sounding which surprisingly has my lady bits tingling.

I’m shocked because as many times as we made love, I would’ve thought I’d be good for a few days at least, but apparently all it takes is him speaking to rev my engine and get me going. I wonder if that has anything to do with the bite he gave me last night. The reminder has me lifting my hand to touch the raised mark on my flesh, marveling at the slight soreness but absence of any pain. It feels smooth and a little puffy and I’m hoping it won’t take long to heal.

“It’s almost silver,” Kodiak replies with awe.

“Silver?”

“Yeah. It’s going to scar but the flesh has a slightly iridescent sheen to it.” He turns me so that I’m flat on my back and lowershis head, inspecting it before dropping a kiss on the wound. “It’s beautiful.”

The second his lips touch the spot, I feel an intense jolt of pleasure shoot through my core. In less than a second, I’m growing wetter, nearly aching for him to fill me.

Uh, what the hell is that? I’m not objecting, but wow.

Kodiak sniffs. “Babe?”

“When your lips touched the bite, it felt almost orgasmic.”

He raises a brow and immediately kisses the spot again, watching my reaction. I don’t disappoint as my back arches and my nipples harden into points. I’m clenching my thighs together as he dips a hand between my thighs, swiping through my folds to find my slick center.

“Damn. I wonder if that’s because the claiming is so new.”

“Did you know you were going to bite me?”

He nods. “Yes. I never thought it would be like this, though.” Kodiak flicks out his tongue and laps at the bite mark, causing me to squeal. I nearly gush from the contact.

“Oh, my God! Stop.”

He smirks.

“Wait. Don’t stop.”

A deep chuckle rumbles his chest. “Which is it?”

“Do it again.” I bite my lip, holding back a groan as he continues. “Do you think you can touch me while you do that?”

“No need to ask,” he murmurs, angling his hand so that his thumb brushes my clit, and two thick fingers slide inside me. He begins pumping them in and out as he continues to lick and lave the mark on my neck and it’s driving me wild with lust and need. Like a five-alarm fire, grab the hose, because I am going to explode all over him!

I’m humping his hand and not even ashamed about it as he murmurs wicked words in my ear, describing all the ways he intends to fuck me. I never knew how much dirty talk would turnme on. It’s adding to the experience, and I shudder as my body hurtles toward impending release.

“I love seeing you like this,” Kodiak whispers, “it’s fucking addicting. I want to taste your cum on my fingers.”

His teeth dig into the bite mark as he pinches my clit and that’s all it takes for me to shout his name, becoming a writhing, wet, sticky mess as I come so hard my vision darkens for a few seconds. I’m rolling my hips and crying his name, oblivious to the world. The only thing that matters in this moment is the two of us.

He lifts his head and kisses me, two fingers still lodged inside my pussy, and then grins. “Now that was fun.” My talented, seductive bear pulls his fingers from my pussy, lifting them to dip into his mouth. He sucks them clean, growling about the delicious taste. I’m not at all surprised when he kisses me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so that I can taste myself.

A minute later, Kodiak sits against the headboard, tugging me onto his lap. Beneath my ass, I can feel his erection, a constant presence since the first time we made love. Or mated, as I heard him say earlier. In his arms, I feel comfort, security, affection, and that emotion I don’t dare to name. Not yet.

It’s in the silence that follows that I start to have questions about all the things that can and will change as we form a bond and relationship together. I can’t resist asking what’s on my mind.

“Kodiak?”

“Hmmm?”

“Will I ever change into a bear?”

He snorts. “I doubt it.”

“So, no shifting for me?”

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