by Delta James
Kodiak
By
Delta James
Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and Delta James
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James, Delta
Kodiak
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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter One
Two years previously
Alex Kingston hated his life at the moment. Two weeks ago, he’d drawn the short straw and had been forced to be the representative of their park ranger unit at the mandatory annual conference in Seattle.
“I swear I’ll pay anybody a thousand dollars to go instead of me,” he’d offered.
His fellow rangers had all laughed; Alex hadn’t been amused.
“Seriously, King, it won’t be that bad,” one of the others had offered. “You could have fun.”
“I’d rather have a root canal,” Alex had growled. “Two thousand.”
“No way, you dodged the bullet last time. It’s your turn.”
“Shit,” he snarled. “I hope a group of hippy protestors come up and stage a sit-in and the lot of you have to freeze your butts off babysitting them.”
He’d stalked out of the park ranger station, gone home, packed, and was now walking the rain-drenched sidewalks of Seattle. He hated the lower forty-eight in general, but it was mating season on Shuyak. The need to find a willing female to breed had only been inflamed by the allure of the beautiful women of the city who favored fashion over practicality. The conference had concluded today. He had separated off from the other rangers in order to take care of his need. Although he knew he wouldn’t find one of his kind to rut with, mounting a woman from behind and fucking her aggressively would at least assuage the profound instinct that was threatening to overwhelm him.
He could hear the loud and lively Irish band playing music as it blared out onto the city streets each time the door opened. He entered the pub and allowed his eyes to adjust to the muted darkness. Listening to the band playing, he recognized several songs from his twin brother’s collection of CDs.
King headed over to the bar and positioned himself where he could see both the band and the rest of the pub easily. The two bartenders were busy, efficient, and friendly. They were close by, mixing drinks and drawing drafts when a tall, curvaceous, mahogany-haired beauty walked in. She was wearing rust-colored riding breeches tucked into high, black riding boots with a billowy white silk shirt that hung loosely past her ass.
“Here comes trouble,” one of the bartenders said, chuckling lustily.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that,” responded the other.
King smiled as he felt his dormant cock come to life and throb. If things went as he planned, the bartender would have to wait his turn; Trouble would be occupied for the night. If she didn’t live close by, he had spotted several spots in the alley and in the adjacent park that could suffice for what he had in mind... at least to start. After things had quieted down in the hotel, he could smuggle her in and use her hard until morning, before calling her a cab and returning home to Alaska. She sidled up to the bar, her ass grazing the front of his jeans.
“What’ll it be, Flynn?” asked the bartender who was going to be disappointed.
So, Trouble had a name. Flynn. Interesting that this woman—whose figure so screamed breedable female that even a loose-fitting shirt couldn’t hide it—had a strong, masculine name.
Smiling, she replied, “The usual.”
The man smiled and produced a bottle from underneath the bar—McCallan’s fifty-year-old single malt. The woman had expensive tastes. No matter, he had no intention of courting her with flowers or anything else. He watched as she took a long, slow sip of the liquor, giving the slightest shiver as it invaded and warmed her body. He sniffed the air discreetly and picked up the slightest whiff of her arousal. He had no doubt Flynn had come searching for someone to have sex with. Fortunately for her, he was more than willing and able to accommodate her.
King straightened to his full height, peering over her shoulder, and treating himself to a good look down the front of her shirt. His eyes grazed her body. She had long, powerful legs and a well-defined feminine figure—large breasts, a small waist, and hips that could accommodate a man between them. The silk shirt wafting just past her bottom cupped it almost like a lover’s caress. Had she been his woman, the way she was dressed to visit a bar on her own would have provoked not a loving touch, but a harsh spanking, followed by a rough fucking. King’s cock continued to throb while his hand itched to spank her hard.
He inhaled more deeply. Her scent was an intoxicating mixture of the perfume she wore, combined with the slightest whiff of horses, fresh hay, and good leather. He erased what little distance was left between them as they lounged against the bar railing in the crowded room. He pressed the front of his jeans against her backside, allowing her to feel his need. Whether by instinct or design, Flynn settled back against him. Glancing back over her shoulder, she smiled, seeming to like what she saw.
They stood without speaking, enjoying the music and their whiskey. King switched his drink to the hand that was furthest from the bar, placing the other on her hip where it would be next to impossible to see. She made no move to dislodge his hand or indicate its presence wasn’t welcome, saying nothing and not moving away. His hand slipped down to the back of her leg and returned to cup her ass as the rhythmic music played on. She snuggled back into him, shivering again, and giving a small sigh of pleasure. Slipping his hand around the front of her hip, he cupped her mons before dipping his hand between her legs and securing her body against his. Her head dropped back to rest against his muscular chest, allowing his hard staff to separate her butt cheeks even through their clothes. She slid her hand down to cover his.
From his greater height, King had an even better look down the front of her shirt, allowing him to see the swell of her breasts as they peeked out of what appeared to be a lilac lace corset. King’s erection continued to harden as he imaged all that the corset didn’t reveal, and the pleasure he would take in unlacing it, but not before he’d spanked the luxurious bottom that was pressed firmly against him and spread her legs to sink his length into her pussy.
Flynn said nothing but continued to sip her scotch slowly.
King slid his hand from where it had been resting at the apex of her legs up under her shirt, stopping at the waistband of her breeches. The band played on with the audience clapping and singing enthusiastically. When she didn’t move away, he unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper, slipping his hand inside and running it back down through the silky curls he found there. Flynn
stifled a moan but parted her thighs, giving him greater access.
His finger found the swollen nub that lay just beyond, and he stroked it gently. Her reply to the unasked question was to rub against him sensually. Grinning, King’s caress grew bolder as his fingers parted her lower lips and delved for the entrance to her core. The feel of her buttocks nestled against his engorged member was the most exquisite torture. One finger and then a second, penetrated her wet heat. He leaned forward and growled low in her ear. She moaned and leaned harder against him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two bartenders and knew they were well aware of his actions.
Flynn’s breath quickened; the diamond shards of her nipples pressed against the corset and his arm that was wrapped over her shoulder. She chewed on her lip to try and silence the small whimpers that threatened to escape as her body raced towards an impending climax. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers and her muscles stiffened in anticipation. King plunged his fingers into her more rapidly and watched as she reached the apex of the climb to full release and then withdrew, not allowing her to achieve it.
Bringing his hand back into view he licked his fingers as her eyes widened and nostrils flared in both arousal and frustration. She tried to move away from him, but he caught her about the waist and pulled her back into the cradle of his pelvis, ensuring she could feel his need. When she tried to reach under her shirt to close the opening of her breeches, he growled again, but this time in warning and not desire.
“What I unfasten stays that way until I tell you otherwise,” he whispered in her ear.
“Says who?” she mocked him, trying to move away.
This time instead of locking her against him by the waist, he dropped his arm over her shoulder so that it lay between the valley of her breasts and once again cupped her mons possessively. The scent of her assailed him and the pounding of his cock intensified. Turning her around to face him, his head descended, his lips locking with hers in a kiss that promised both passion and strength.
Tossing a fifty-dollar bill on the bar, he asked, “Do you have a private office?”
The bartender who had first called her trouble nodded and pointed to an exit to the left of the bar. Wrapping his arm around her, King propelled Flynn out of the cacophony of sound that was the central bar, through the door, down the hall and into the small office that was filled mostly with a large desk. King smiled. It would do nicely.
“Hey, I don’t know what you think is going to happen...” she started.
King said nothing, spinning her around and forcing her over the edge of the desk. She was human and as his mate—the thought that she was his mate came unbidden—she would need to learn to submit to him and those lessons started now.
He spun the belief that Flynn was his mate around in his mind, like one would swirl a fine whiskey in a heavy, crystal glass before consuming it, and found the idea intoxicating and comforting at the same time. It seemed that the reason he’d been unable to find his mate before now was that she’d been in Seattle and not at home in Alaska.
He flipped her shirttail up, stripped her breeches down to her knees, exposing her perfect, ivory buttocks. The idea of being able to rut with this female was almost irresistible. The image of watching his cock thrusting in and out as his hips butted her punished backside caused it to become painfully hard. King knew in this position the firm texture of her buttocks would bounce nicely with every swat. Their beautiful pale color would pinken and then deepen to red as he punished her, taught her to yield, and that her place was either beneath him on her back or in front of him on her knees. He longed to suckle her tits, alternately nipping, sucking, and laving his tongue across their turgid peaks.
Before she could speak again, he brought his hand down on her left cheek hard enough for color to bloom and to leave a handprint. King landed another harsh blow to her other cheek, before beginning to rhythmically tattoo her entire backside with enough force that he heard her catch her breath. If she thought she would stoically endure his treatment, she had another thought coming. His kind did not mate quietly or gently, there was always a primal energy that drove it, often bordering on violence. When she tried to get up, he forced her back into place, pinning her down by the neck.
“That’s enough,” she hissed as he continued to deliver what he was sure was a long overdue spanking.
He made a sound that contained elements of both a growl and a roar. King rained hard slaps down on her buttocks. Flynn squirmed and tried to get away, but he held her fast and continued to punish her now blushing globes. She fought him in earnest, but she was no match for his size, strength, and determination. When she finally acquiesced to his control, chewing on her lower lip to keep from crying out, he ceased his torment and trailed his finger in the cleft of her bottom until he reached her dark rosebud. She struggled again and tried to rise, but he had her trapped. He removed his hand and delivered a series of stinging blows, causing her to yowl.
King placed his hand between her thighs, pinching the sensitive skin when she didn’t soften to his touch and open her legs. He scented the air, smiling as the perfume of her increased arousal swirled all around him. He slid his hand between her legs. The feel of her slickened outer lips caused the throbbing of his cock to increase. He meant to fuck her hard and leave her spent, sated, and chastised. Then he would take her home and finish the rut in his bed. He shoved two fingers up into her cunt, plunging them in and out causing her to writhe on the desk.
When he moved from her side to directly behind her and kicked her legs as far apart as they could go, she protested and was rewarded with another hard swat to what he was sure was a very painful bottom. He continued to grasp her neck to hold her in place. He used his other hand to unbutton his jeans, freeing his cock and preparing to mount her from behind. The hand from her neck moved to the top of her shoulder, as he grasped her hip with the other to keep her from moving out of position for his possession. He groaned as he sank to her depth and felt her velvety sheath for the first time. His thrusting was powerful and confident. The pulsing that ran from the tip of his cock to the base was the most sensual anguish he’d ever endured. Her body was ratcheting up to achieve orgasm and he increased his plunging to send her over the edge. Flynn cried out and her body shook with the intensity.
“There’s my good mate,” he leaned over and whispered as he continued to stroke her heated sheath.
Her body shuddered in acutely aroused response. King increased the rhythm and pace of his thrusting, allowing her little time to recover. Her body came alight in renewed answer to his call, surrendering herself to his need. Her breathing was heavy and ragged as she thrashed beneath him, trying to get away. He held her firmly in place as he continued to pound her pussy. His cock hammered her, scraping her vaginal walls with its roughened texture. He continued his sensual domination until she climaxed again. He gave one last, hard ferocious thrust deep inside her. Flynn screamed in ecstasy, her pussy convulsing and clamping down hard as she writhed in his hold. Her sheath contracted and spasmed rhythmically, greedily milking his cock for every last drop of his seed, savoring every bit of bliss that she could from the encounter.
King withdrew from her, watching his cum dribble out of her as her pussy gaped from his hard use. The rut had him within its thrall and all he wanted was to get her naked and on her back so he could start again. When he fucked her hard enough and long enough to take the edge off, he would take her home and teach her the ways of his clan.
He spanked her swollen labia, pussy, and clit and she cried out.
“I’m going to get a cab. You’ll stay here until I come for you and then we’ll head to your place.” He stroked her very red backside thoughtfully. “Before I’m done, your pussy will be far more sore than your ass. You will learn from the get-go to submit to me.” He fingered her bottom hole a second time and she squirmed, causing him to swat each cheek and between her legs again. “I’ll take that hole and your mouth in due time, but for now, your cunt will be well used.�
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He hitched up his jeans, rebuttoned them, and headed into the alley, walking towards the street to hail a taxi.
* * *
Flynn lay there, stunned and spent. True, she had come into the bar looking to get laid, but what she had just experienced had not been on her agenda. It had gone far beyond casual sex. Her nipples were still painfully hard, pressing against the confines of her corset. His cum was dripping down the inside of her thigh and she knew her pussy and ass would be feeling the effects of his use for days if not a week or more.
She shook her head, trying to break whatever spell he had woven around her. How the hell had she allowed this to happen? She should have said no when his hand had rested on her hip, swatted his hand away when he’d cupped the juncture of her thighs the first time. She blushed remembering the way she had wantonly rubbed against him as he’d fingered her in the crowded bar and when lust had surged through her system as he’d pinned her down and spanked her before mounting her like a bitch in heat.
And now, he’d gone for a cab with the express intent of taking her back to her place and repeating the whole thing. There might be nothing she could do about what she had allowed to happen, with little more than a token protest, but she could damn well ensure it never happened again. She knew Randy and Lyle, the bartenders, would never give the guy any information about her. She wished he’d gone back through the bar, but he hadn’t.
She straightened her clothing, opened the door to the office and quickly exited the bar, pushing and shoving her way through the throng. She found her car and pulled out of the parking lot, spying the man who’d fucked her as he came out the front door and seemed to roar at the moon.
Flynn took a circuitous route home, ensuring she hadn’t been followed, until she reached the marina where she kept her houseboat. She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until she closed and locked the door behind her. Shaking herself, she headed to her cabin to take a shower and crawled into bed.
