CHAPTER SEVEN – Kodiak
Mine.
That was all I could think. Every other thought fled from my head from that booming claim.
I had to have her. I needed to hold her, taste her, bite her.
Nicolette was tiny against me, so perfectly beautiful and feminine. She moaned against my mouth as I thrust my tongue between her lips. She tasted like she smelled: like a tropical paradise. Sweet and hot and I fucking wanted to devour her in every way.
Easily I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the island counter. Her skirt rode up her toned legs and I followed along that silky bare skin to knead her thighs. My thumbs swiped by her wetness, and my hard dick jolted with the sensation.
Her slick. So wet. Just for me.
“Kodiak,” Nicolette murmured my name, running her nails along my jaw through my beard. Atka barked, and if she hadn’t done a sexy twist of her tongue around mine in that moment, I would have snarled at the husky.
I thrust my hips forward between her legs, and we both gasped. I did it a few times more, slamming hard, unable to stop, and wanting our clothes gone so I could fuck her.
Everything I had hoped to happen had come true. Nicolette was every bit as gorgeous as her pictures, even more so than that red haired nymph on the beaches I’d seen. She was sweet and patient and fit just right in my arms. And we were compatible. No, that stupid word wasn’t enough. She was made for me. She was everything.
Fuck that she was also compatible with Ezekiel. He wouldn’t dare stand in my way. She was mine.
Nicolette mewled as I kissed down her neck and nipped at her throat. She rolled her hips up against mine. Her wetness soaked through her panties and into my jeans. My cock pushed at the zipper like a bulldozer threatening to rip a hole through the denim.
“You feel so good,” I groaned and fondled on of her breasts. I pinched the nipple through the soft material of her sweater, circling it before doing the same to the other one. I wanted my mouth on them, on every inch of her, but my mouth was craving one thing above them all.
Kissing her again, everything was tunnel vision. Her juicy pussy. I wanted it.
“Oh God,” Nicolette breathed in heavy pants. She clawed at my shoulders and attempted to lock me within her limbs. “I can’t even… I need… Kodiak, please.”
Oh how she begged. The tremble in her voice, the urgency.
I reached up between her legs and ripped the thin material of her panties to bare her shaved cunt. Still kissing her, I ran my fingers over her dripping pussy and reveled in the desperate noises that erupted from her.
“I’m going to eat you up, you little minx. I’m going to make you scream with my mouth devouring you before I fill you with my seed.” Everything in me roared to do so. I might have roared out loud as the dogs had retreated to another room.
My mouth left hers as I crouched down, pushing her skirt up the rest of the way, and put her legs over my shoulders. Her skin was lightly tanned, and there wasn’t a hint of a tan line. The naughty girl. And her pussy, flushed and glistening, the most beautiful and rarest flower in the world.
I dove in and filled my mouth with her hot flesh. The intoxicating scent of her slick was one thing, but the taste, holy fuck. I drank her fast and hard. Sucking her swollen labia and uncovering her clit, I gave them no mercy. I had to have her all.
Nicolette cried out, fisting my hair and throwing her head back. Her legs kicked as more of her slick covered my face. “Yes! Oh my God, just like that. Yes, Kodiak!”
I was making her scream for me and every bone in my body loved it. This was meant to be. I’d give up all my land just for Nicolette. Anything for her.
Sliding a finger into her tight cunt, I hammered her pussy as I suckled her clit. She bucked up against my face and shuddered as she screamed with her orgasm. I didn’t stop. Glancing up, she looked incredible lost in her pleasure. I never wanted to stop.
It was at that moment the front door opened and Ezekiel returned. I lifted my head so that my eyes met his.
We’d grown up together. He was in every way but blood my brother. Fuck, he was the good brother out of the three of us. But in this moment, he was my rival. I bared my teeth, glaring at him with a brutal threat if he tried to do anything.
Surprise was the first thing that registered on his face, but it was quickly replaced by something that I’d only seen with animals when we accidentally went into their territory. A furious glint flashed through his eyes and a growl rolled from his throat. “What the fuck?”
Nicolette finally realized we had an audience, and she gasped as she pushed down her skirt and tried to close her legs. I stood but wouldn’t let her close them.
“Go take a walk, Eze.” I didn’t budge. Nothing would tear me from her now.
“What’s going on?” Ezekiel marched forward, his hands closing into fists. He looked to Nicolette, his face softening. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
Before she could say a thing, I rounded the kitchen island and loomed over him. My chest heaved, each breath drinking in the rich scent of her. “I would never fucking hurt her!” Never. And if anyone ever did harm a single hair on her head, I would tear them apart. “This has nothing to do with you. Go to your room, get the hell out of the house, I don’t care. She’s mine as she was meant to be.”
I was taller and wider than him. I had at least forty pounds on him, and I was built hard. Silas might be a challenge in a fight, but Ezekiel had always been the pacifist, never lifting a finger to person or animal. But now, I could see him tense, shaking with anger, and looking like he was going to throw down. “She’s no one’s until she says she is.”
Fuck him. She felt it as deeply as I did. I had no doubts.
“Guys,” Nicolette’s sweet feminine voice trembled. She hopped down from the counter. I gritted my teeth that she was fully covered again, but I knew underneath, there was only the ruins of her panties. Her perfume still hung in the air, overpowering the smell of the food. She walked around the island and held up her hands. “How about we take a minute to calm down. We need to talk about this with clear heads. Breathe in, breathe out.”
I smirked at her. “The only thing I’m breathing in is the delicious scent of you, baby.”
Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and I wanted to kiss her all over.
“The most beautiful perfume in the whole world.” Ezekiel’s tone was soft with a gruff edge. And when she flashed a smile at him, I was ready to pound him into the ground.
“Fuck you,” I barked at him and thrust my chest forward.
Ezekiel didn’t move an inch. He raised his brows, daring me.
Oh, I would fucking dare. He wouldn’t last thirty seconds—
“Guys.” This time Nicolette spoke louder and harder. “Don’t fight. I don’t want to see one fight in this house.”
“But—”
“He—”
“No,” she snapped at both of us as she put her hands on her hips. The fearless Omega was so little that I could breathe hard on her and knock her over, but she stared us both down. “No fighting. If you fight, I will leave.”
Shit. The look in her eyes said she wasn’t kidding. She was never leaving. Not while I was alive.
“I’m going to take a shower. You two are going to finish making dinner. One of you will cook the steaks on the grill and the other one will finish off things in the kitchen. Then we will all sit down and eat together as we talk this out.”
Talk it out? That was bullshit. “There’s nothing that needs discussing. You’re mine.”
“Did you claim her?” Ezekiel stiffened as his face reddened.
“No,” Nicolette immediately answered, her tone taking on a sharper edge. “No one has claimed me, and no one has permission to right now.” Ouch. “Kodiak, go outside and grill the steaks. You need to cool down. I’m going to my room, and the house better be intact when I get back.”
Raising her chin, she stormed off down the hall. So fiery and stubborn. Fuck, I loved it.
But I knew as well as she did that she was mine. That powerful connection between us. No way anyone else had ever felt such a thing. Ezekiel could go cuddle with his dogs.
The second Nicolette was out of sight, I turned my back to Ezekiel. He wasn’t a threat. Not on any level.
I fetched the steaks, seasoning, and spatula.
“Kodiak,” Ezekiel leaned against the counter, still rigid. “You can’t just tell her what’s what. She has to decide for herself.”
Whatever. Nicolette nearly drowned us in her slick when we touched. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I didn’t even bother to say anything to him. He’d see for himself at dinner what she wanted.
Stuffing my feet into my boots and nabbing my coat, I went outside to cook the meat. Nothing and no one was ever going to take her away from me.