Falke’s Captive by Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton Page B

Kelan roll his eyes and her chuckle. “I don’t think she’ll forget it.”
    No, Reidar was right about that.
    “All right,” Kelan said. “Dart is your safe word. Use it if you need to, but know that if you do, we’ll stop, and this ends.”
    Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready for it to end, so she nodded. “Okay.”
    Reidar opened the door, stepping in and to the side so she and Kelan could enter.
    “I…uh…”
    “Shh,” Kelan coaxed, removing her glasses and handing them to his brother without releasing her from his intense gaze.
    Okayyy… She could still see him up close and crystal clear. Things in the distance were another matter.
    A somewhat fuzzy Reidar went straight to the low dresser against one wall, set her glasses down and opened the top drawer.
    “What are you—”
    Kelan clapped his free hand over her mouth. “I said, hush. No talking unless we tell you to.”
    What the hell? Had she made a mistake trusting these two?
    She made a face and tried tugging away from Kelan, but he pulled her back hard against his chest. Though she squirmed, he didn’t let go.
    “Don’t chicken out now, hon,” Kelan said, and she heard the amusement in his voice.
    “Not a chicken,” she said, her words muffled behind his hand. But she wanted answers for his sudden overbearing attitude, even if his body felt way too good for comfort.
    His lips against her ear, he reminded her, “First experiment, our sweet scientist. Can you behave and do as you’re told?” He nipped her lobe, and his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “You’ll be so pleased when you do.” The emphasis he placed on pleased lent itself to vast possibilities. And his added, “We’ll make sure of it,” turned them into promises that left her mute.
    In the third drawer Reidar scrounged through her underwear, finally lifting out a lacy thong. “This’ll have to do. She doesn’t have any stockings.”
    Why the hell would she have stockings? She was on a scientific trip here, not some Club Med holiday. And what was he going to do with her thong? Those were her special get-lucky undies. She hadn’t been sure until right this second why she even brought them.
    “You won’t mind us getting a little kinky …now will you?” Kelan’s deep whisper in her ear sparked goose bumps across her flesh and made her sex moisten.
    Kinky… She loved the sound of that. When she answered by pushing her butt against him, his husky chuckle made her insides quiver.
    Reidar approached with her thong, and Kelan spun her around, removed her purse from across her chest, dropped it to the floor and wrapped both arms around her.
    She’d been right. No mistake about it. They weren’t interested in her possessions. They were here for her .
    Before she could react, Kelan’s mouth was on hers, and Reidar had hold of her hands, pulling them behind her back and binding them with the thong.
    For a fleeting instant she fought, but Kelan’s tongue swiped into her mouth, and she forgot why she would ever want to fight either of these two. His kiss was harder, more demanding, than Reidar’s had been, and even more arousing. It made her tingle and pulse from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She melted against his chest, tilting her head back so he could deepen the contact.
    And then Reidar’s hands were around her waist, up under her shirt, against the flesh of her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts. He pressed his chest against her back and nipped that sweet spot between neck and shoulder, and she cried out. Kelan swallowed the sound as he brought his hands up to cup her face.
    Oh, God, she was going to pass out from the eroticism of this moment. Of these big men surrounding her.
    Reidar’s crotch pressed against her bound hands, and she felt the hard bulge there. The heat…He desired her as much as she wanted them. She could barely keep up with the tempestuous sensations bombarding her body and mind. They consumed her.
    The button of her