More so, her thoughts made it quite clear she was giving him a hard time. Summer was a “if you can’t beat them, harass them” type and she intended to give him hell. Not that she planned to settle into being his mate. She had every intention of fighting that.
“Stop digging around in my head,” she complained. She swung her gaze to Mika and Bar realized his cluster mate had been doing the same. “A girl can’t eat in peace around here.”
“Tell us about yourself,” Mika asked.
“You don’t know it all already?”
“No. We can only hear your immediate thoughts—when they’re loud enough.” Bar offered her a second roll, which she took. After ripping it open, she spread butter on it.
“I’m a photographer,” she said. “Well, a photojournalist mostly. I don’t do portraits or anything. I was heading north to document life in one of the remote fishing villages for the next year. There’s an anthropologist who’s been there awhile who was bringing me on as his assistant.”
“How would you assist?” Bar asked. “Are you an anthropologist too?”
She shook her head. “Just one class in college. Mostly, I would be there to carry things when he needed it, to write down the stuff he needed written down and type up his notes.”
“Exciting stuff,” Mika said between bites.
“Not really. The photos are the exciting part. Capturing life in an indigenous village isn’t an opportunity many photojournalists get. So if I have to fetch and carry for the doctor, oh well.”
“How does your family feel about that?” Bar wondered.
She lifted a shoulder. “My mother passed away when I was little and I don’t have any siblings. My dad’s off climbing a mountain in Tibet or something. He doesn’t care what I do as long as it doesn’t call him home.”
Mika glanced at Bar, then put down his fork and lifted a brow at Summer. “He’s a daredevil?”
“No. A writer. He writes about extreme adventures. He does all kinds of crazy things, then sells books about them.”
“Like you?”Bar asked.
“No!” She blinked, then smiled. “I guess. Maybe. My work’s not dangerous though.”
“Depends on your point of view. You just fell from the sky in a plane,” he countered.
“People fly all the time,” she argued.
“Whatever you say.” He picked up his fork and took a bite of food. Mika was grinning at him, silently laughing.
“What other things have you taken pictures of?” Mika pushed. She was almost finished eating and they wanted to keep her talking. Bar spooned more vegetables onto her plate as she looked at Mika.
“I’ve photographed people in various countries, including the United States. You’d be surprised the interesting subcultures you can find just about everywhere. I’ve done a lot of outdoors work where I have to do survival things too—hiking, backpacking and living off the land. Stuff like that.”
She swung her gaze to Bar. “Are you fattening me up for the kill or something? You keep giving me more food.”
Chapter Four
Despite her ire with the situation, Summer found she enjoyed the company and banter with the two men. When Mika burst out laughing at her question, she couldn’t help but smile. That didn’t preclude that they weren’t both bat-shit crazy, but the conversation was almost normal.
She pushed her plate away after she’d finished her steak. It wasn’t beef or pork or even like any venison she’d ever had. She was almost afraid to ask what it was, so she didn’t, because it was delicious and she didn’t want to ruin the meal for herself.
Thinking, she took a sip of her wine. Too bad she wasn’t staying.
“You can stay,” Mika offered.
“Stay out of my head,” she demanded. Criminy, how could she think anything private? “I’m going to start thinking girl things if you don’t stop. I’m sure there are some things you don’t want to know.”
“Okay, okay!” Mika laughed. Bar chuckled and had some of his wine.
“Tell me about this place. How far am I from civilization or the crash site?”
Bar shifted back in his seat, looking vaguely distrustful as he studied her. “Our town is called Caribou Run. It’s about thirty miles from where you went down. We’re in the North Slope Borough, which is seated in Barrow.”
“We’re not far from Barrow then?” Good to know!
“Two hundred fifty miles Northwest of here.”
“Oh.” Well, crap.
“Mostly, the only way in or out of here is flying,” Mika said.
He stood and took her hand, pulling her from her chair. Summer wasn’t sure she wanted to go, but his touch sent electricity tingling along her skin. Smoothly, he pulled her into his arms. He pulled the towel from her hair, which she’d completely forgotten about until he moved it, and draped it over the back of the chair. His fingers pushed through her damp hair before he pulled her flush to him. She bit back a moan as her budded nipples rubbed against his hard chest. Her clothing suddenly seemed too tight and she wanted to feel him—both of them—skin to skin.
“Pretty much, we’re isolated in the middle of nowhere,” he said, kissing along her jaw and down to the hollow of her neck. Her pulse beat wildly beneath his lips. Slowly, his open mouth moved back to her ear. “It’s just you and a couple mountain men,” he whispered harshly.
A shudder jerked her clit and her mouth went dry. Maybe it was the wine that made her soften to him, but she found herself leaning into his body. Or maybe she just wanted him, she acknowledged, as the tension in her belly wound tighter.
“Mountain men?” she echoed. If that wasn’t a fantasy, she didn’t know what was. She really didn’t mind the idea of being at the mercy of two mountain men. Temporarily. Suddenly, the arousal she’d experienced when Bar had threatened to tie her up returned with a vengeance. She’d never really been bound during sex, but she’d always wanted to try it. She hadn’t known how to ask for it. All her partners had been so tame compared to Mika and Bar.
A growl echoed in her ear as Mika nuzzled aside her collar and lightly bit her shoulder. “We like tie-up games,” he confessed. “And fucking until we’re all too exhausted to move.”
Dear lord…yes… She practically panted at the idea. Heat prickled up her back as her body readied for them. She wanted their hands all over her again while she was restrained and at their complete mercy and helpless to anything they desired.
The muscles in her ass twitched as she wondered if spanking might be part of their “tie-up games”.
Bar’s chair scraped back as he came to his feet, and she suspected he just might have read her thoughts again. She glanced over at him and was consumed by the lust flickering in his green eyes. Tomorrow, she might fly out of here, but tonight, she was theirs.
“I just happen to have some rope in my room,” Bar murmured, the quiet words ominous with dark promise. Her clit jolted again as she imagined all the possibilities. As if she hadn’t been wet enough, her cunt clenched and a new burst of arousal flooded the swollen folds.
“Mmm, good,” Mika replied, his eyes equally lustful as he clasped Summer’s wrists behind her back in his iron-like fists. “Bar feels you should always have a good piece of rope handy.”
“Why do I think I’m about to be ravished?” she laughed. The sound was thin and breathy with her tension and anticipation.
“Maybe you are. Feeling okay?” he asked.
She nodded, actually a bit fuzzy from the wine. Fuzzy, but in control of her senses. She acknowledged to herself that she knew exactly what she was doing. There would be no recriminations in the morning—not from being drunk, anyway.
She bit her lip, feeling the effects of the alcohol in her pelvis. Her clit seemed to swell as heavy warmth flowed into her slit. She wasn’t sure when she’d ever been so ready for sex—even earlier.
Mika’s hands tightened. With her wrists behind her as they were, her breasts were pushed forward. Her bra seemed too small and too rough against
her stiff nipples. As if sensing her dilemma, Mika caught her hands in one large fist and brought his other around to unbutton her shirt. He’d only unfastened half the buttons when he grasped the front of her bra and yanked it down. Her breasts spilled over the top.
“You’re ours,” he growled. “Tonight, you will do exactly as we say.”
His mouth fastened on her nipple and he sucked hard until she twisted mindlessly in his grasp.
And you’ll like it, he assured her.
His mouth moved to the other peak, and he gave it similar treatment to the first, drawing roughly until she was gasping. A taut line of sensation pulled between his damp, hot mouth and her pussy, making her shake as he sucked. Moisture rushed into her folds and prepared her for the treatment he promised.
“Ready,” Bar called from the doorway of his bedroom. “Bring the woman.”
She glanced over at him with heavy-lidded eyes. The woman? she echoed.
Play along, baby, Bar returned.
She almost snorted. How could he not sense how stimulated she was or how much the entire scenario inflamed her?
Striding to her, he pulled her from Mika’s arms and kissed her hard, stabbing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, melting to his chest, as he explored between her lips. Suddenly, he straightened then forcefully tugged her into the bedroom. Playing along, she dragged her feet.
“Please, don’t,” she begged, but even to her the words sounded insincere.
“Don’t stop?” Bar asked as he stopped beside the bed. Her gaze drifted over him, her tongue dampening her bottom lip as she looked at his carved, naked torso. He was already erect and had rolled on a condom before coming out to get her.
His brow lifted when she didn’t answer, and it took her a moment to remember his question, but by then, he was reaching for her shirt. Quickly, the two men removed her clothes. Bar positioned her on her knees in the middle of the mattress, then bent her forward with her ass in the air—perfect for spanking, if only they’d do that.
Her wrists were bound together above her head, then fastened to the headboard. Mika moved her knees apart while keeping her rear pushed upward, then each man tied rope around her ankles and secured the ends to opposite bedposts.
She twisted to glance over her shoulder at Bar. “It appears you had more than one piece of rope.”
This position exposed her while being tied left her vulnerable to anything they wanted to do. Yet she wasn’t afraid. She could only assume that being able to see into their heads calmed any would-be nerves. They wanted to do wicked things to her body, but she found none of the activities objectionable. As moisture dripped down the inside of one of her thighs, she anticipated and welcomed any wicked thing the thought up. But she had a feeling Bar had very specific sex games in mind.
Green fire burned in his eyes as he surveyed her bound body, his cock bobbing slightly as he breathed heavily.
“Head down,” he ordered and smacked her ass. A shiver shot up her spine. Good lord! It was just as good as she’d imagined. After a quick burst of pain, tingles of pleasure danced across her skin.
What had she gotten herself into? She hadn’t seen this. She yanked at her wrists, but the ropes were too tight for her to move.
Biting her lip, she pressed her forehead into the mattress. The problem was, the smack didn’t scare her. It aroused her too much, and that was what terrified her. Herself. She couldn’t admit how much she liked this.
Heat pressed to her right side and Mika lay down beside her. “You can tell us,” he said, kissing the side of her face. “Everything between us is for pleasure—whatever it is. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some people like rough sex. We do.” His lips caressed her ear. “Do you like it, baby? Do you want more?”
More? Her fingers curled into the blanket beneath her as she remembered the instant sting on her flesh. “Yes,” she whispered. “Do it again. Please!”
Immediately, Bar complied. His palm repeatedly landed on her rear until she was moaning with flashes of pain then prickling heat spreading down to her pussy and up her back. She rocked, pleasure creeping into her cunt with each blow. Her thoughts grew hazy as she sank into the attention, then suddenly his cock was there, pulling her back to the moment and filling her to the hilt as he gripped her hips and held her still.
“Ours,” Bar growled, pummeling into her while the tender walls of her sex rippled around his wide cock. “All ours!”
“Do you like how he possesses you?” Mika whispered in her ear, his fingers trailing along her spine. “He’s mounting you, fucking you into submission. Look how your hips work for him—”
“I can’t,” she whispered, lost in his words and the body claiming her. She couldn’t get enough of the cock buried so deep inside her. Bar’s thumbs brushed her burning ass, and she shook from the light sensation over the abused flesh.
“You want him. You’re giving yourself to him. Your arousal drips from his cock.” Mika reached beneath her and circled his fingers on her clit. “Yes, you’re so wet.”
Every syllable pushed her higher, closer to release. Here she was, tied up, enjoying having her ass spanked and being fucked by a near stranger. And she loved it. She loved it so much!
Mika painted her arousal onto her undulating belly, showing her how wet she was before he went back for more.
“Taste,” he said as he brought his fingers to her mouth.
“Oh God,” she gasped just before sucking her cream from the digits he pushed between her lips. A heady sensation rolled through her and she screamed around Mika’s hand as her cunt clamped onto Bar’s plunging cock.
She couldn’t help her motion as her hips slammed backward to meet him drive for drive. She needed more, deeper, harder.
Then suddenly, Bar was gone—far before she’d had her fill.
From the corner of her awareness, she heard foil rip, then felt Mika move behind her. Bar adjusted the bindings on her wrists then moved carefully between her and the headboard. He pulled her so she was up on her elbows and his balls rested on her hands. He skimmed off his condom then drew her head to his cock. Greedily, she took the tip between her lips, savoring the feel of his hard width against her tongue. He hadn’t come yet and she tasted his pre-ejaculate seeping from the head. Quickly, she lapped it away, lashing her tongue over his glans and seeking more. She circled the smooth tip of his shaft before pressing just beneath it. Glancing up at him as she worked, she saw his eyes close and his lips part. His fingers buried in her hair and pulled slightly as he urged her on.
She moaned around him, the sound deepening as Mika sank into her and filled the space Bar had just fucked so hard. Her cunt quivered around him as the well-used walls tried to accommodate the new cock. Mika didn’t pause for her to adjust. He took long deep drives in and out of her clasping passage and forcing apart the tender tissues of her walls.
“Suck,” Bar ordered when she paused to focus on Mika. All her senses were overwhelmed by these two. She could barely focus on both tasks, all her attention drifting to one or the other. Then her brain let go as Bar guided her down his shaft and fucking two men didn’t seem so hard after all. She was theirs and she didn’t need to think; she just needed to feel and receive and taste as much of them as she could.
She took Bar deeper into her mouth, turning her hands and fondling his balls as her tongue explored the fat vein running the underside of his shaft. A hiss of breath escaped him as she tugged at his sac.
His hands was now knotted hard in her hair and she sucked in a breath at the sharp pleasure-pain as he tugged then pushed. Mika groaned as her pussy tightened around his cock.
“Oh yeah, do that again,” he breathed.
Obediently, she pushed her mouth down Bar’s shaft, earning another hair tug and giving Mika more friction. Mika leaned over her back, his teeth nipping at her shoulder. She shuddered at the sensation of being covered. Frantically, her mouth worked Bar’s cock. She was on the edge and wanted him to come with her and Mika when they tumbled over
into oblivion. She needed to taste Bar’s cum.
“Yes,” Bar cried, letting go of her and pressing his palms into the mattress for support. He fucked upward into her mouth, matching Mika’s pace. His cock hit the back of her mouth and she struggled to take him deeper.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as wild sensation tumbled through her. Her pulse throbbed. Her skin throbbed. Her whole body throbbed. Reaching out with her thoughts she connected with them and lost herself in all the sensations. Hers…? Theirs…? She felt them all as their beings once more coalesced into one.
Mika’s hands bit into her hips and she heard a…yowl as he poured himself into her at the same time Bar exploded into her throat. She swallowed frantically, trying to capture all the tart release.
Mika made a strangled sound behind and she felt him vibrating behind her, jerking. His fingers dug into her hips, biting into her ass where Bar had spanked her. She moaned and tried to pull away from Bar and look back at Mika. Suddenly, Mika yanked free of her and dashed from the room.
“Keep. Doing. That,” Bar demanded, keeping her from turning. His hand on the top of her head kept her in place and she rolled her eyes upward to see his contorted countenance. Diligently, she licked away the rest of cum that had spilled from him when the three of them had climaxed together.
Mika? she asked, still concerned. Had she done something wrong?
He’s okay, Bar replied. Sometimes, he gets overwhelmed. Nothing to worry about.
Slowly, he pulled free of her. As she looked up at him, she saw his concerned stare at the door and knew Bar wasn’t telling her everything. In silence, he climbed from the bed and released the ropes around her ankles, then unbound her wrists.
Summer moved to curl up.
“No, stretch out,” he said. “Your muscles will be tight after that session. Let me help you.”
Feeling more vulnerable than when she’d been tied, she moved to lie on her back. Something was askew and she wasn’t sure what. She glanced at the doorway again. “Are you sure I didn’t do something wrong?”
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