there’s something between
us we haven’t finished exploring. Am I right?”
Kotori
hadn’t begun to get to know her body yet.
“I guess
you can put it that way,” Birk agreed.
Birk leaned
in close to her until his lips came just short of brushing hers. The full, soft
lips invited Kotori from across the table. He shifted in his seat, trying to
find space in his jeans for his cock.
From what
Kotori could figure out since she’d said her brother visited, he wanted
results, and he would not accept that Shiya brought him none. That probably
also meant they were close— too close.
His and Birk’s idea to get Shiya out of Juneau was a good plan. They would make
sure no one followed. The cabin they’d visited the last couple of days wouldn’t
work for their purposes. The one no one knew about, far north, into the area
few humans ventured, would work better.
Relief
flooded Shiya’s expression, and she smiled. Kotori felt like the sun shined in
the restaurant, and he coughed to clear his throat. Birk appeared also to have
trouble containing himself. Was she really their . . . No, he couldn’t bring
himself to admit it, even in his mind.
Shiya laid
a hand on Birk’s and one on Kotori’s. He turned his palm faceup and laced his
fingers with hers. He felt the shiver pass along her arm and stroked a thumb
over her skin. The warmth there intrigued him, and he breathed in her scent.
Next to her, his friend caught it too. Shiya wanted them. She could not fake it
if she tried, but she wasn’t trying to. Her mission included seducing them.
Theirs involved enjoying every inch of her incredible body and then waiting for
the others to come so they could destroy the hunters. Shiya would not admit to
the truth, and they chose not to enlighten her to the fact that her brother and
whoever the rest of the hunters were had underestimated the Alaskan shifters.
They would not live to regret it.
“So do we
want to use my place?” she offered. “Or one of yours? I think you said you live
in the borough, Kotori? No, you said you don’t.” She frowned.
Birk
chuckled. “We’ll handle everything. You be ready for us when we come. We won’t
stay at your suite this time. We don’t want to be interrupted.”
She ducked
her head. “I’m so sorry about that.” She glanced at Kotori.
“I’m fine,”
he told her. “Good as new.”
Her eyes
widened. “You don’t heal that fast, do you?”
Birk stood
up, cutting off the conversation. “Why don’t we see you back to your room, and
you can get ready or rest. We’ll pick you up later this evening. Sound good?”
She
hesitated, and Kotori almost hoped she would deny her name and pledge to stay
with them forever. If she did that, of course, their plans would crumble. He
wasn’t willing to give them up just yet. Apparently, neither was she.
“That
sounds great. I’m sure I’ll need a nap with you two. Nine sound good?”
“Sure,”
Birk agreed, and Kotori nodded. “Have dinner because I don’t want to waste a
moment eating . . . well . . . depending on what it is.”
Shiya
blushed, and they left the pub to return to Birk’s SUV. Birk dropped Shiya off
at her suite, waited until she got inside, and they drove off.
“So we’re
doing this?” Kotori asked him.
“Yeah,
we’re doing it. We need to make preparations.”
Kotori
scratched his chin. Stubble grew already even though he’d shaved that morning.
Shiya had noticed when they were out together alone that first time. He wasn’t
sure if it turned her off. He would shave again before they picked her up
because he didn’t want to irritate her soft skin.
“I’m
wondering how she’ll make the trip,” Birk said, cutting into his thoughts.
“That’s a
five-hour hike,” he agreed.
Birk drove
to the end of the street and turned right. “I need to drop by the hospital.
You’re coming with me or what?”
“Drop me
here. I need to pick up a few items and deliver the herbs to my grandmother.
What time are
us we haven’t finished exploring. Am I right?”
Kotori
hadn’t begun to get to know her body yet.
“I guess
you can put it that way,” Birk agreed.
Birk leaned
in close to her until his lips came just short of brushing hers. The full, soft
lips invited Kotori from across the table. He shifted in his seat, trying to
find space in his jeans for his cock.
From what
Kotori could figure out since she’d said her brother visited, he wanted
results, and he would not accept that Shiya brought him none. That probably
also meant they were close— too close.
His and Birk’s idea to get Shiya out of Juneau was a good plan. They would make
sure no one followed. The cabin they’d visited the last couple of days wouldn’t
work for their purposes. The one no one knew about, far north, into the area
few humans ventured, would work better.
Relief
flooded Shiya’s expression, and she smiled. Kotori felt like the sun shined in
the restaurant, and he coughed to clear his throat. Birk appeared also to have
trouble containing himself. Was she really their . . . No, he couldn’t bring
himself to admit it, even in his mind.
Shiya laid
a hand on Birk’s and one on Kotori’s. He turned his palm faceup and laced his
fingers with hers. He felt the shiver pass along her arm and stroked a thumb
over her skin. The warmth there intrigued him, and he breathed in her scent.
Next to her, his friend caught it too. Shiya wanted them. She could not fake it
if she tried, but she wasn’t trying to. Her mission included seducing them.
Theirs involved enjoying every inch of her incredible body and then waiting for
the others to come so they could destroy the hunters. Shiya would not admit to
the truth, and they chose not to enlighten her to the fact that her brother and
whoever the rest of the hunters were had underestimated the Alaskan shifters.
They would not live to regret it.
“So do we
want to use my place?” she offered. “Or one of yours? I think you said you live
in the borough, Kotori? No, you said you don’t.” She frowned.
Birk
chuckled. “We’ll handle everything. You be ready for us when we come. We won’t
stay at your suite this time. We don’t want to be interrupted.”
She ducked
her head. “I’m so sorry about that.” She glanced at Kotori.
“I’m fine,”
he told her. “Good as new.”
Her eyes
widened. “You don’t heal that fast, do you?”
Birk stood
up, cutting off the conversation. “Why don’t we see you back to your room, and
you can get ready or rest. We’ll pick you up later this evening. Sound good?”
She
hesitated, and Kotori almost hoped she would deny her name and pledge to stay
with them forever. If she did that, of course, their plans would crumble. He
wasn’t willing to give them up just yet. Apparently, neither was she.
“That
sounds great. I’m sure I’ll need a nap with you two. Nine sound good?”
“Sure,”
Birk agreed, and Kotori nodded. “Have dinner because I don’t want to waste a
moment eating . . . well . . . depending on what it is.”
Shiya
blushed, and they left the pub to return to Birk’s SUV. Birk dropped Shiya off
at her suite, waited until she got inside, and they drove off.
“So we’re
doing this?” Kotori asked him.
“Yeah,
we’re doing it. We need to make preparations.”
Kotori
scratched his chin. Stubble grew already even though he’d shaved that morning.
Shiya had noticed when they were out together alone that first time. He wasn’t
sure if it turned her off. He would shave again before they picked her up
because he didn’t want to irritate her soft skin.
“I’m
wondering how she’ll make the trip,” Birk said, cutting into his thoughts.
“That’s a
five-hour hike,” he agreed.
Birk drove
to the end of the street and turned right. “I need to drop by the hospital.
You’re coming with me or what?”
“Drop me
here. I need to pick up a few items and deliver the herbs to my grandmother.
What time are
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