Page 47 of Juneau Heat (Urban Heat 1)

“Kotori, fuck me now,” she begged.

He sat up and ripped her pants down her legs and tore her panties to strips of cloth. His roughness only served to make her hotter, and she raised and spread her legs in invitation. Kotori stared down at her wetness, his eyes glazed over with lust. The button on his jeans hit the floor, and he scarcely got his pants and boxers down over his hips before he thrust into her.

Shiya screamed his name. He yanked her forward and pounded so deep, a shudder shook her from head to foot. Kotori drove into her, withdrew his dick, and then pounded in again. She hung on to his shoulders, head back and eyes closed. He ravaged her body, his pelvis brushing her sensitive clit until she had to grit her teeth to take it. An orgasm began to build, and she encouraged it, arching into her lover. The climax took hold. She found Kotori’s mouth and kissed him. Their tongues curled together, Shiya moaning and tasting. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, and he growled. He wrapped both arms around her and crushed her to his chest.

One final thrust, and his hot seed exploded into her channel.

Birk strode around the desk, and Kotori backed off. She thought her other lover would take her, but Birk hooked a finger in the air. “Get down.”

She slid off of the desk and pulled her clothes on. She frowned, wondering what he was up to. She knew he wanted her—the tent in his pants a good indicator—but Birk led her from the cabin and along a row of others like it.

They headed toward the back of the compound, to a cabin set farther away from the others. All of a sudden, she knew Birk just wanted her somewhere more comfortable for the three of them.

The cabin was warm with a fire going in the fireplace. She noted it was smaller than the one they’d shared alone. A thick carpet covered the floor, and heavy, durable furniture decorated the place. At least here the curtains at the windows were nicer,

and she guessed with women in the area, they had something to do with it. One bedroom was set off from the main area.

“Do you share this cabin?” she asked.

“It’s mine,” Kotori told her. “Birk lives closer to Juneau.”

“But I’ll be staying out here with you two, or at our other cabin, until I know the hunters have left the area.” He strolled over to Shiya and turned her toward the bedroom. “You will be getting some rest after the long trek over here and your ordeal before that.”

“But . . .”

“No buts.” He swatted her ass. Shiya glanced up at him when he pushed her down onto the bed. Birk still had a hard-on, which she could take care of, but he refused until she got some sleep. Her heart swelled with love for him. She gave in to his encouragement to get some rest, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

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Shiya opened her eyes to a quiet room. No sounds reached her from the other room. She checked the clock on the bedside table and found she’d been out several hours. A long stretch pulled the kinks from her muscles, and she rose to go into the bathroom. A hot shower restored more of her energy, and she lingered in there, scrubbing strawberry-scented shower gel over her skin. Since she didn’t imagine Kotori used the stuff, she figured Birk had borrowed it for her from one of the women. She silently thanked him and then rinsed off and stepped from the shower. She wondered where her lovers had gone. She missed them and wanted to spend every moment in their presence—at least for a while, until they got used to each other and the sense of being pulled apart passed.

She found lotion on the sink, the same brand and scent as the gel. Since it didn’t appear to be a cheap kind, she smoothed some on her legs, over her belly and breasts, and down her arms. She grinned thinking how much Kotori would want to lick her when he got a whiff.

Shiya left the bathroom and froze. “What the hell?” Her eyes widened, and she took in the sight before her in unbelief. She glanced up toward the ceiling. “When did you . . . What do you plan to do with . . .”

The ropes she’d seen in Kotori and Birk’s backpack at the other cabin now hung from the ceiling, and both her men were dressed in all black as if they waited to take her hostage in the most sensual of ways. Birk, in black fingerless gloves, manipulated the rope and offered her a suggestive smile.

“Kotori already had the hook, something he used for exercise equipment, he tells me. I suggested it would come in handy for playing with you.”

She strolled closer to them and licked her lips at the image the two of them presented. Kotori, with his dark hair and eyes, along with his slightly darker skin than Birk’s, set off the tight black cargo pants and long-sleeved black shirt to perfection. He’d even paired the outfit with black combat boots.

Where Birk’s hands were covered in gloves, Kotori’s big palms were bare.

Birk bent to reach into his pants pocket at the side of his thigh and pulled a ridged knife from its sheath. He twisted the rope into several knots and then hacked off the excess to let it fall to the floor. The sheer essence of danger had her heart pounding in her chest.

“This is for your body, honey, not your wrists.” Birk frowned at the bruises still visible, and Kotori clenched his hands into fists. At the angry growl in his throat, she dropped her towel to the floor and moved closer to him. She watched the anger drain away as his desire grew.

“I’m all yours. Do whatever you want to me.” She dropped her tone to something low and sultry, and both men looked like they were ready to eat her alive. Birk worked at a feverish pace to finish tying the rope the way he wanted, and then he looped it around her waist and across her breasts. The rope binding her breasts above and beneath seemed to accentuate them, and Kotori ran a thumb over first one nipple and then the other. She moaned and leaned into him, but Birk tugged her back.

“You stand there, and don’t you move until I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved up behind her and ran a strip of the rope between her legs. By that time, she was so wet, she knew they must smell it. Kotori in front of her and Birk behind, her head swam with the possibilities.

She reached up on her toes to nip Birk’s ear, but he moved away, a raised eyebrow in rebuke. She laughed, and he smacked her ass.

“Are you going to leave that between my legs?” she asked. “It will be hard to get inside me.”

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