Juneau Heat (8 page)

Shiya
didn’t hesitate. Running the sponge over his skin turned her on, especially
when she got to clean his chest, trace the shape of his big shoulders and
muscular arms. She dipped beneath the water’s surface, and Birk snagged her
wrist to make her wash his cock. A ping of desire stirred between her legs each
time he guided her hand up and down the length of his shaft. When she thought
it couldn’t possibly need any more, Birk took the sponge from her hand and
wrapped her fingers around his cock. The throbbing hardness attested to him
being ready to take her, and she wished he would do it now.

“Wash
Kotori,” he ordered.

In part,
the command disappointed her. She wanted to be taken, and from the light in
Birk’s eyes, he knew it as well. He held back, and she knew he did it on
purpose. She considered two playing that game, but obeyed him instead. She
liked how things were going so far. Challenging her lovers with her strong will
could come another night.

Kotori’s
body excited her the same as Birk’s did. Just like his friend, he guided her in
washing his cock, but he took the sponge from her fingers right away. She had
to clean his taut bronzed skin with her hands from the start. When she finished
with his cock, Kotori placed her hand on his balls and covered it with his own.
He made her squeeze, and he covered her mouth, growling between kisses.

“Why do I
have the feeling you can never get enough?” she asked him.

He raised
her at the hips out of the water, and goose bumps formed on her skin from the
chill air. With amazing strength, Kotori held her in front of him and sucked
her clit. She braced herself on his shoulders, crying out. He stuck his tongue
up her channel and wiggled it around. Trembling in her limbs left her weak. She
held on, at his mercy until he had his fill.

Just before
Shiya reached a second orgasm, Kotori leaned back. She could have wept. He let
her down slowly, and behind her Birk stood. He reached for a condom packet,
which was the thing he’d placed on the sink. After ripping the plastic open, he
rolled the covering onto his cock. He crooked a finger in her direction. “Come
here.”

When she
reached him, he lifted her up to the edge of the tub and parted her thighs.
Shiya panted and braced herself, hands at her sides.

“Are you
ready?”

She raised
her chin. “Oh yes, baby, give it to me.”

Birk
grinned. He captured her heels, lifted them, and thrust forward. She gasped and
closed her eyes as her pussy walls expanded around him. “Not a virgin” meant
nothing when it came to Birk’s size, and the feeling sent her over the top. He
jerked her legs higher to rest her heels on his shoulders and thrust deeper.
She cried out his name. When her muscles relaxed enough, he began an easy pump
in and out of her pussy.

Kotori
wandered over and bent to kiss her. She curled her tongue with his, and he
moved around behind her so he could take her weight. When she rested on his
chest, he took her hand to place on his cock. Behind her back, Shiya stroked
him. She rubbed a thumb over the rounded head and slid lower to play with his
balls. All the while, Kotori nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipples. She’d
never had so much attention before, and feeling Birk slide his amazing shaft
inside of her as Kotori kissed her and teased her nipples took away all
rational thought. She never wanted it to end.

Birk
stopped moving. He pushed in to the hilt and waited. “Hold on to me, baby.”

She lowered
her legs, but he didn’t pull out. Then she leaned forward and put her hands on
his arms. Kotori stood to put a condom on. Shiya clenched her teeth together.

“Shh, it’s
going to be fine,” Birk told her.

His change
from cold commands to gentle comfort pleased her. Both attitudes appealed, in
that he knew when to use which persona. She tucked her head low and nuzzled
into the base of his neck.

When Kotori
was ready, they switched places, but Birk hesitated. “Wait, I want her relaxed
more to take you.”

Birk took
off his condom and disposed of it. He stood her in the center of the bath and
began washing her from head to toe. When he was done, Kotori waited with a
towel, and she stepped into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and laid
her on the bed. Birk followed and took the position at her side.

Kotori
climbed onto the bed and kneeled below her. He grabbed her legs and dragged her
toward him. Shiya’s breath came in short bursts at the sight of his cock. He
pushed it to her hole and pressed forward, and she clenched the sheets under
her fingers.

“No, Shiya,
relax,” Birk told her. “He’s not going to be rough this time around.” Birk cast
his friend a stern look.

“Do it,”
she begged, wanting to feel him. She wanted the ache. When Kotori still
hesitated, she put a heel on his shoulder and reached for his cock. The head
threaded in, so tight it seemed like it would never fit. Kotori thrust forward.
She caught her breath, and then his dick sank in inch after slow inch. If she
said it didn’t hurt, she would be lying, but the sensation mingled with the
feeling of overfullness and bliss.

Shiya
coaxed Kotori’s shaft to go deeper inside of her. She raised her hips to take
him and lowered them when he’d gone as far as he could. Her pussy contracted
around him, drawing on his shaft, and felt so amazing she pleaded with him not
to stop. Kotori dropped over her, his arms locked at her sides with her legs
over them, and he picked up the pace. He pounded his thick cock home, and each
time, a growl erupted from his throat.

She pulled
her knees higher, loving the invasion. “Mm, it’s too much, but I don’t want it
to stop.”

“You’re so
damn tight.”

“I’m
sorry,” she moaned.

“Don’t be.”

He pounded
into her over and over. Shiya grew light-headed. The pleasure was too much, and
she pushed at his chest. Kotori pulled out, and Birk, wearing another condom,
slipped into her. Tag-teaming, they wore her little pussy out. When it was
Kotori’s turn again, he sat back and raised her up to sit on his lap. She
encircled his neck with her arms, and he held her ass in a viselike grip so she
didn’t come down too fast. He raised her up and lowered her at lightning speed.
Her breasts bounced over his chest, scraping her nipples. She screamed in
excitement. Birk slid up behind her and reached between them to pinch her clit.
The friction of Kotori’s cock inside her and Birk pinching her bud brought her
to another orgasm. She collapsed on Birk’s chest when it ended.

Kotori
tugged her away from his friend, not allowing her to rest. He never lost their
connection as he drove his cock deep inside of her. Each thrust accompanied him
squeezing her ass and fingering her rear entrance. When Kotori jerked, she knew
he was ready. Seconds later, he let go of a long, satisfied moan. Birk pulled
her free of his arms and laid Shiya on the bed while Kotori rose from it. Birk
stretched the length of his body over hers and ran a hand along her outer
thigh. They stared into each other’s eyes, and Shiya felt herself becoming
lost.

“Are you
too sore for a little more?” he asked.

She almost
fainted from the question, but she shook her head. “No.”

He eased
his cock inside of her and took his time, gliding in and out. Slow and easy,
their bodies came together and drifted apart. A tormenting pleasure began in
Shiya’s core and steadily grew. She buried her face in Birk’s neck. He held her
tighter to him, and just when she came, he matched it, a tremor vibrating his
limbs that touched hers. They both sighed when it ended, and Shiya found she
couldn’t keep her eyes open as she drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Shiya
opened her eyes to a dark room. Birk and Kotori lay on either side of her, and
she remembered how, while she slept, one or the other laid a heavy arm over her
waist or slung a leg across hers. She’d had to thrust them away because she
felt like they crushed her. At first she thought the two men slept like the
dead in how still they were, but as soon as she put a hand up to rub her eyes,
Kotori rolled over toward her, and Birk spoke.

“Okay?” he
asked. “Not too sore?”

“I’m fine.”
She sat up, but Birk rested a hand on her arm.

“I want—
we
want—to say something to you.”

Birk swung
his feet over the side of the bed and clicked the lamp on. He seemed to have no
compunction about being naked, but she pulled a sheet up over her. “Go ahead.”

“I’ll take
a shower and dress first.” He stood and disappeared into the bathroom.

Nervousness
stirred in her stomach. What could they have to say? Did they not enjoy
themselves last night? No, that couldn’t be it. The men had let her sleep a
short while and then woke her to go at it again. Their appetites were
unbelievable, and she’d found it hard to keep up. Yet, every touch sent her
into the stratosphere, so she didn’t mind.

When Birk
vacated the bathroom, Kotori took his turn. Birk walked to the living room to
retrieve his and Kotori’s clothes and returned to dress where she lay. Once
again, she admired his body, taking in the valleys and plains, the corded
muscle and sinew. When he yanked his boots on, his arm muscles bulged, and she
sighed, remembering how they felt wrapped around her.

At last,
they were both dressed, and Shiya had made no attempt to rise from the bed. She
scooted up near the top and clutched the sheet under her arms. When Kotori eyed
the imprint of her nipples behind the thin material, she crossed her arms. The
man was impossible.

“So what’s
this about?” she said, hoping it wasn’t something bad.

Birk leaned
against the wall, arms folded. He opened the blinds and peered out as if he had
nothing better to do with his day other than to watch the water. Shiya swung
her gaze from first one man to the other. Kotori appeared content to let Birk
head the conversation.

She opened
her mouth to prompt Birk, but when he spoke, she snapped her teeth together so
hard it shot a clang of pain through her head.

“You know
what we are, Shiya.”

The bottom
dropped out of her world. He couldn’t mean what she thought. No, he meant . . .
what? “What you are?”

Birk
sneered. “Let’s not play any more games. You know Kotori and I are shifters,
and we know what you are.”

Human? Not a Keith.
She pushed her way to the edge of the bed and stood to wrap the
sheet tighter around her figure. Shuffling through all of the training, all the
information crammed into her head over the weeks before she came here, she
searched for what occurred next in a situation like this. The answer should be
right there, engraved on her memory the way her dad lectured, but fear had
wiped the canvas clean. With a glance, she checked the nightstand for her cell
phone, but too late remembered she’d left it in the other room. Stupid move.
No, it had been stupid to sleep with them.

Play dumb.
“Just what do you think you know about me, Birk?”

He crossed
the room in two or three strides. She backed up and hit the nightstand,
knocking the lamp over. Kotori stood by, out of nowhere, to catch it and set it
upright. Birk frowned down at her. “I thought we agreed no more games. If
you’re afraid of us, why did you have sex with us?”

Shiya stood
straighter, hands on her hips. “Why are you so damn angry all of a sudden? Oh,
I get it, all the charm flew out the window after you got what you wanted last
night!”

His
nostrils flared, and his hot gaze raked her from head to foot. “I can have any
woman I want. It doesn’t have to be you.”

The crack
of her hand slapping his face punctuated the air. Birk didn’t move. A muscle
twitched in his jaw.

“Feel
better?” he said in a low tone.

She scowled
at him. “Okay, I know you’re shape-shifters.”

“And you’re
a Keith,” Kotori added. “From a family of shifter hunters.”

Oh hell, so
they did know. From the looks of it, they’d known from the beginning. Her
family had hatched a plan for her to seduce them, and at the same time, they’d
intended to draw her in.

She rubbed
moist palms down her legs. “So what does this mean? You’re kidnapping me to
draw my dad to Juneau?”

“Interesting,”
Kotori muttered. “If we didn’t have a plan like that, you would have given us
the idea.”

Shiya
swore. “What then?”

Birk
stepped closer. The heat from his body permeated her sheet, and even while she
feared him in this state, she remembered how tender he had become several times
during their time together. She recalled his funny jokes while they spoke
online, the ones he told well and the ones he screwed up. They’d laughed, but
that could be the charmer in him, a natural ability they all had to capture
their prey.

“All of us
have heard of you,” Birk told her.

She lit on
the word. “All?”

“Shifters
in the United States.”

Her
research showed there were whole families of shifters, and some who were rare,
producing one or two every so often. The time span might be a generation, or it
might be a century. She knew that there might be shifters to come who hadn’t
been born yet. Their fight spanned over generations of Keiths and would likely
go on into the future.