He moved his hand away to line himself up—but instead of entering me, he pressed the tip of his cock against my clit, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through me. But it wasn’t enough. And he knew it.
“Jerk!” I hissed, not holding back the venom in my tone. “Cruel, mean, jerkity jerk.”
He didn’t respond, but I felt the bite mark on my arm pulse. Somehow, I could sense the laughter he wasn’t letting out, silent and maddening behind me.
He was pissing me off.
So, I turned my head and nipped his arm—not hard, just enough to send a message.
Hurry. The. Hell. Up.
But instead of moving faster, he froze behind me, going completely still. It was so sudden, I worried I’d done something wrong.
“Koda?”
No answer. No movement.
Had I gone too far? Maybe the bite had been too much, a boundary line unintentionally crossed.
“Koda, I didn’t mean to?—”
Before I could apologize, he thrust into me, driving deep with one powerful motion that took my breath away.
Holy stuffing—in more ways than one.
His cock… his cock was even larger than Hawk’s. The sheer size of him was a total invasion, stretching my wet pussy to a razor-thin point between pleasure and pain.
I collapsed onto my forearms under his sudden thrust, and he followed me down, his broad chest blanketing my back.
“Is this what you wanted, Holly?” he growled, his stubbled cheek pressing against mine as he pushed deeper into the space straining to accommodate him.
Was it?
I didn’t know! My hands bunched in the blanket, and my feet flutter-kicked uselessly on either side of his thighs. But even as my mind spun, my body betrayed me, instinctively pushing back, wanting more.
“Impatient Holly,” he murmured, his voice rough with accusation.
One of his hands slipped beneath the Viking’s waffle shirt, cupping my aching breast. He seized the pebbled bud he found there and squeezed it with a cruel, hard twist. I cried out with… what? Pain? Pleasure? The line was so blurred now, I couldn’t tell anymore.
“Never can just do as you’re told,” he growled in my ear, punishing my nipple with another twist. “First you run. And now you’re making me teach you what happens to naughty little vixens who dare to bite a bear.”
With that declaration, he began to move, his hips slamming into mine with a relentless, punishing rhythm. My bear cried out inside me, ecstatic, even as my knees buckled under the onslaught.
Had I thought him robotic before? Dispassionate? No.
This wasn’t a machine. This waswild. Overwhelming.
We sank fully to the floor, his large hand still clutching my breast as he took me, withdrawing, then filling me again with each demanding thrust.
“This is your fault,” he growled, his voice rough and accusing. “I tried—tried to be kind. Tried to take it slow. But you didn’t let me. So now you get the animal. This is your fault.All your fault.”
His words were fire, scorching me even as they drove me higher. Then he captured my mouth in a fierce, all-consuming kiss, his tongue plunging deep before I could even think to defend myself against his accusation.
Having him inside both my body and my mouth—the sensations were unbelievable. I moaned into his kiss as sparks of electricpleasure coursed through me, and the air filled with the intoxicating scent of chocolate and hazelnuts.
I’d been blamed for so many things in my life.
Births that hadn’t gone as planned. The demise of my marriage. Ruining a certain Mountie’s life.
