His to Bear (12 page)

of you. Strengthen the bond you’re forming. It might ease the jealousy she’s feeling

over a woman she doesn’t know, make it easier to discuss.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Holt admitted. “I planned to wait until the end of the

week before I took her to bed.”

“No man has that much strength,” Murphy said with a chuckle.

“I’ll take her to meet everyone, eventually. I think Kenzie will like her.”

“Once she sees your face, she won’t be able not to,” Murphy said. “It’ll ease her

mind to know you’ve found the woman meant for you just as she’s found the man

meant for her.”

Holt nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

“Much later.” Murphy repeated Holt’s earlier words with a waggle of his brows

that had Holt grinning as he headed toward the stairs.

He needed to gain some control, or he was liable to attack as soon as he opened

the door. He took several deep breaths, gritting his teeth as he adjusted his cock again.

The damn thing was as hard as a spike, the pinch of his jeans bringing pain as he

walked up the steps and down the hall. He paused outside their door, hand on the knob

as he fought to control his breathing. Then he pushed the door slowly open and lost

his fucking mind.

Jaeda was waiting exactly as he’d told her to, naked and kneeling on the bed.

Her thighs were open, knees pointing out and giving him a nice view of her pink slit,

glistening with her juices. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples dusky and

swollen with need. Her chin jutted forward, lips parted as she panted for breath. Her

green eyes were dark, luminous with desire.

He shut the door behind him and flipped the lock before crossing to stand at the

side of the bed. “Come here,” he commanded and stared with hooded gaze as she rose

to her knees and moved toward him. He shook his head, stepping back slightly as she

reached for him. “Hands at your sides.”

He watched her swallow, saw her clench her fingers into tight fists before

forcing them to relax at her sides.

“You’re beautiful,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head. “So fucking

gorgeous.” He slid his belt free from the loops of his jeans and held it loosely while he looked his fill of her.

“Soon, I’m going to want to tie you up. Would you let me do that?”

He saw her shaking even as she nodded.

He reached out and gripped her hair in his fingers. “For now, I want your hands

at your sides. Don’t move them.”

“Okay,” she agreed compliantly.

He tugged her to him, pulling her slightly off balance so she landed against his

chest. “Kiss me.”

She lifted her face to him with a moan, and he ate her mouth with a hunger he’d

never known before. One hand skimmed down to flick and pluck at her nipple,

moving across to tease the other with a slight pinch and tug. Back and forth he went

until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He dipped his head and took one swollen peak

into his mouth and sucked greedily on it. Hard pulls that forced her against the roof of his mouth and had her wanton cries filling the air. He scraped it with his teeth before

releasing it and moving to the other straining tip and treating it to the same torture.

Both were red and puffy, glistening from his mouth when he moved back.

“There are two things I want right now. The second is you on your back,” he

told her. “Thighs wide, that pussy open for me. I’m going to feast on that juicy cunt,

making you come on my fingers and my tongue. I’m going to lick every drop up and

start all over again until my appetite is satisfied.”

“Ahh,” she groaned, her body undulating at the carnality of his words. “The

first?”

“I want to fuck your lush lips, watch my cock glide across them and feel your

tongue lapping at me. Do you want to suck my cock, darling?”

“Yes,” she panted out, and he released her.

His hand went to the button on his jeans and flicked it open as he watched her

with eyes darken with lust. “Get on your floor, on our knees.”

Jaeda licked her lips as she hurried to obey, and the sight of her wet curves

almost made him come in his jeans. God, he’d be lucky if he didn’t fill her mouth at

the first touch.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned her. “Spit or swallow. Your

choice. Either will turn me on. By the time we leave this room, I’ll have filled you

with my cum. Everywhere, Jaeda.”

“Yes,” she agreed, sliding to her knees in front of him. She kept her hands at her

sides, palms pressed tightly against her thighs.

He reached for the zipper and began to slide it slowly down.

“Open wide.”

Chapter Nine

Jaeda licked her lips again as she watched her Holt shove his jeans and boxer

briefs down his thighs to the floor. His cock jutted hard and thick where it rose against his belly, the bulbous head already slick with fluid. Even as she stared, a drop

appeared in the slit, pearling there before his thumb glided across it, rubbing it over

the crown. She lifted her hand to grasp him, but he pulled his cock up toward his

belly.

“No hands,” he ordered, and she dropped her palm back down by her side.

He held his cock out to her, pressing the top against her lips and rubbing there.

She peeked her tongue out, licking over her lips to tease him with the slightest of

touches. It was enough. With a groan, he pushed forward, sinking the head into her

mouth and allowing her to close her lips around it and suck greedily. She ran her

tongue over him, rubbing along the notch just under the head before sliding it over the

top to tap along the opening in search of more of his unique taste. A touch of salty, a

bit of spice and an erotic sweetness that left her yearning for more.

“That’s it,” he crooned from above her. He cupped the back of her head with his

free hand and gave her more of his length.

Her Holt was sexier than she’d imagined.

“Mhhm,” he said with a groan as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth,

giving her a little more with each stroke. “Feels so good, darling. I’m not going to last long. You’re too good. You feel too perfect.”

She turned her head, changing the angle and sucking him into the top of her

throat. She gagged a bit but overrode the natural reaction of her body quickly and took

him just a bit farther until she felt a burn as her breath was blocked. She swallowed

around him, loving the gasping sound he made, the way his fingers tangled and

clenched in her curls before she eased back until only the head remained. She released

him, leaving sucking kisses along his shaft as she worked her way down to the taut

skin covering his testicles. She licked over him there before gently sucking the skin

into her mouth. She was careful not to take more than the skin then let him feel the

rough edge of her teeth as she released him.

“Fuck!” he yelled and slammed his cock deep into her mouth, hitting the back of

her throat as soon as her lips wrapped around the head once more.

He was wild then, thrusting fast and hard as he fucked her mouth. She could tell

he was fighting to restrain himself, trying desperately to slow his pace but unable to. It made her feel powerful, to know he couldn’t help himself. To know he wanted her

that much. She sucked and slurped, taking all he had to give and urging him higher

until she felt his entire body stiffen, his cock swelling in her mouth as he gave a

hoarse shout.

“I’m coming. Ahh, fuck! Let me watch. I want to see my cum in your mouth.”

She pulled back and opened wide while his hand took control, milking along his

shaft while she encouraged him with her tongue. He pressed the head to her lips when

the first jet of semen spurted free. It hit her tongue and washed along it. He pulled

back and the second one hit her top lip. She was still licking it when a third blast

caught the corner of her mouth. Before she could catch it, he’d pressed the head

against her mouth again.

“Suck it,” he urged. “Let me feel you take all I have. God, yes!”

He held her to him, his hands tight in her hair as she suckled. She tongued the

hole, taking every drop from him until he pulled back with a groan. She heard his

ragged breathing and knew she’d done that to him.

He offered his hand to her and helped her to her feet. His thumb brushed the

corner, catching a bit of cum she’d missed and bringing it to her mouth. She sucked

his thumb just as thoroughly as she’d sucked his cock moments before.

“Christ, Jaeda,” he moaned. “You steal every ounce of willpower I can muster.”

“I want you, Holt. Not some watered down version of you. You.”

He bent and took her mouth, seemingly unconcerned with the fact she still

carried his taste on her lips and tongue. He devoured her mouth, and this time didn’t

stop her when she reached for him, lifting her hands to grip his shoulders and hold on

tight. He licked his lips when they finally broke free.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded. “Slide that ass right to the edge and spread

those pretty thighs wide. I’m hungry. Starving for you.”

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the mattress then braced her forearms

with his hands while she sat down. She reclined, his large body looming over her and

heightening the arousal coursing through her. His hips moved between her thighs,

forcing them wider as he bent to touch his lips softly to hers again. He raised her

hands and pressed them against the mattress over her head.

“Leave them there,” he warned softly. “Or I’ll have to tie them up.”

She caught her breath at the dark look in his eyes. Who else would have guessed

her soft-spoken Holt had so much fire in him? Her bear definitely had. The animal had

sensed it from the start and that fire had called to that part of Jaeda. She let her eyes slide closed and bit her bottom lip as Holt dropped butterfly kisses over her neck and

shoulders. He stopped at her breasts, spending equal time on each nipple until she

writhed beneath him. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache but only

managed to tighten her grip on the outside of his legs.

He dropped his hand to her abdomen, fingers spread wide, thumb just out of

reach of her clit. She wanted his touch there, was ready to demand it, when his lips

moved lower and his tongue played peek-a-boo with his fingers. Her belly quivered,

hollowing then pressing into his touch.

“Holt,” she moaned, wiggling as need rode her hard.

His husky chuckle washed over her before he dropped a kiss on the inside of her

thigh.

“Wider,” he urged and slid his hands down to cup the backs of her thighs. He

urged her to spread them farther then pressed her feet to the edge of the bed to keep

them there.

She kept her eyes closed, liking the way it made her skin feel so much more

sensitive. She cocked her head, listening and trying to anticipate what he’d do next.

Her breath caught as she felt his fingers glide through the damp folds of her sex. His

thumb circled her throbbing clitoris without giving her the hard touch she needed.

She sensed movement between her thighs and knew he was leaning in, leaning

closer, felt the heated brush of his breath against her pussy. He spread her lips open,

releasing her clit from the hood of flesh it hid within, and blew softly over the nub. A long cry left her lips as she fought not to lift into him. The reward would be all the

sweeter if she waited for him to come to her. To close that final distance and take her

in his mouth. God, she prayed it was soon.

A brush of fingertips skimming over her opening, one digit circling then slowly

dipping shallowly inside, and still there was only hot breath teasing her nub. She

waited, body stretched taut, refusing to open her eyes and look. What was he waiting

for?

“Holt,” she begged raggedly. “Please!”

A strangled cry left her mouth as he finally took her clit and sucked on it. His

finger thrust deep, tunneling between her unbreached walls and rubbing every nerve

into brilliant life. She found herself soaring into the abyss and screaming his name as

an orgasm ripped through her. He lapped and sucked, his finger probing and

stimulating, keeping her lost in the euphoria he’d given her.

“Your pussy’s so beautiful,” he crooned. “Flushed with pleasure and spread

wide for me. All hot and wet with your juices. Can’t wait to get my dick inside you, to

finally make you all mine.”

“Yes!” She agreed with another cry. “Take me! Make me yours. Please, Holt.”

She felt him press two fingers into her and scissor them wide, spreading her

walls wider to accommodate him.

“You’re so tight. I’m afraid of hurting you. Let me make you come once more,”

he urged, between licks. “Let me take you higher.”

She could do little but moan and thrash as he suited his actions to words and did

just that. Soon, she was soaring again, searching for the orgasm she knew he’d give

her. He pressed his thumb over her clit, continuing to stimulate it while he stood and

lined his cock up with her opening. The head of his dick pressed against her, and she

shuddered at how large he felt. She knew he’d fit. She was made to take him. She

started to tense—knew it and was helpless to stop it when he suddenly pinched her clit

and tugged gently on it.

Her pussy flooded as an orgasm ripped through her once more. Only this time,