Free Claimed by the Grizzly by Lacey Thorn Page B

agreed. “But no one outside of this family, including you, knows that. As far as they’re concerned, kill Laramie before he mates and has children, and you kill the Kodiak line.”
    “So he’ll be the main target?”
    Koby nodded. “Even more so, if he mates one of the females.”
    “And whoever he mates will be in even greater danger.”
    “Yes,” Koby agreed again. “Until we find the one responsible, which we will do.”
    “I hope the bastard suffers before he’s killed,” Holt demanded.
    “He will,” Koby assured him.
    They headed downstairs in sync, and Koby felt his heart lighten when he heard Sidia giggling with her sister in their room. The door was open, and he saw them sitting cross-legged on the bed, scattered objects between them. Framed pictures and snapshots, a hair ribbon, a book and a folded pocketknife.
    “Did you pick a room?” Holt asked as he stepped through the door ahead of Koby.
    Sidia’s gaze snapped immediately to Koby, and he felt a surge of need lance through him as she seemed to caress him with her glance. His nostrils flared, as he took in the fact she’d yet to shower. Had she waited for him, anticipating the feel of his hands on her slick flesh? Damn! His dick was thick and hard again. At this rate, he’d be nothing more than a walking hard-on every time she was near him.
    “We’re right next door,” Jaeda answered her mate, bounding from the bed and almost launching herself at Holt. Sidia didn’t move, instead watching Koby with a hooded gaze. He was just as incapable of looking away from her.
    “Show me,” Holt said, and they headed to the door.
    “Shut it on your way out,” Koby ordered, and he swore Holt snickered, the bastard.
    “Will do,” Holt said. “We’ll see you in a bit.”
    The door closed, and Koby ignored the murmur of their voices as they headed to the room just down from his. He reached for his shirt, grabbing the hem and tugging it over his head then tossing it haphazardly on the floor. Sidia rose to her knees on the bed.
    “Later?” she questioned.
    “Family dinner. We’re all to be there.”
    He toed off his shoes, kicking them aside as he reached for his jeans. Her soft, pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, and he almost groaned as he imagined it doing the same to the head of his dick. Not yet, though. Soon. After they’d showered off the residue of their earlier encounter. Seemed like a great plan to him. Take his time getting her squeaky clean then bathe her in his cum all over again. Yeah, that sounded fucking perfect.
    He popped the button on his pants and eased his zipper slowly down, being careful not to snag the damn thing on his cock.
    “I’m not sure if I should strip or just enjoy the show you’re giving me,” Sidia all but purred. He liked the way her nipples pressed against her shirt, the hard tips seeming to beg for his mouth.
    “Shower,” he growled, incapable of voicing more as lust rode him hard. He felt his pulse in his dick, felt the flush of arousal staining his skin.
    She slid off the bed, gathering up her belongings and depositing them on the bedside table, and he glimpsed her bare feet peeking out from the hem of her jeans. Her shirt hit him in the chest, bringing his gaze skimming back up and settling on her lush breasts where they overflowed the cups of her lace bra. His palms itched to cradle all that creamy flesh. She shimmied out of her jeans and stood there in the barely there panties and bra, hip cocked as she eyed him.
    “You stopped,” she murmured.
    “Finish,” he ordered, barely containing the need to grab her and fuck her again. He should move, head to the bathroom and get the shower started, but damned if he could walk away from her.
    She reached behind her, chest thrusting forward as she released the clasp. Her hands came forward, cupping her own breasts as the straps slid off her shoulders, catching at her elbows. She teased him, rubbing her thumbs over her distended nipples while he