Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
But it certainly didn’t feel like a dream.
Burn began to stroke her clit with his thumb while his fingers thrust slowly in and out, finding just the right rhythm. Bright was teasing her breasts, his mouth hot, his breath ragged as he sucked and tugged, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. The sound of both males’ desire filled her ears—deep groans…growls of appreciation…whispered dirty talk that made her even wetter.
"So responsive," Burn growled in her ear, his fingers pumping deep in her pussy. "So damn tight. Bet you’d milk my cock like this, too, baby. Gods, I want to feel you clench on me while I make you come."
"She’s close," Bright murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "I can feel it. Look at her—trembling so sweetly for us while we share her. Do you like when we share you, sweetheart?" he asked her.
Noelle was past lying. Her orgasm was fast approaching, bearing down on her like a train that couldn’t be stopped.
“Yes!” she panted. “Yes, I do! Dios!”
"Mmm, and Bright and I love to share you. Come for us, baby," Burn growled. "Come all over my fucking fingers. Let go."
Noelle couldn’t have disobeyed if she’d wanted to. She cried out, her body tightening like a bowstring before the tension broke and she came apart completely. Pleasure flooded her—sharp and sweet and endless. She shook with it, moaning and gasping but Bright and Burn kept going—their hands and mouths never stopping, drawing her pleasure out.
"That’s it," Bright whispered. "Love to share you and make you come, sweetheart." Then he bent to kiss her.
"Fucking beautiful," Burn rumbled. "You came so hard for us, baby. Gods-damn."
At last the pulses of pleasure eased and Noelle collapsed. She was limp between them, boneless and panting and utterly satisfied in a way she never had been before. She’d never come once with her ex—not even before Branson had revealed himself as the monster he truly was. He hadn’t cared enough to give her any kind of pleasure but it was different with Burn and Bright. They seemed to actually love stroking her body and making her come.
They shifted closer, Burn curling against her back, Bright nuzzling her throat. They held her close as the aftershocks pulsed through her, murmuring praise and sweet, dirty words in equal measure, their bodies wrapped around hers like a living cocoon.
And in that moment—wrapped in warmth, in strength, in them—Noelle felt not just safe but desired. Wanted.
And maybe, just maybe… loved.
26
BRIGHT
Bright lay awake in the deep, silent dark, the air thick and heavy with the intoxicating perfume of their union—the musky scent of spent sex, the delicate fragrance of silk, and the warm, uniquely female aroma of Noelle that was now imprinted on his very soul. Her soft, pliant body was a living blanket of heat nestled securely between him and Burn, her breath a slow, even tide against his shoulder as sleep finally pulled her under. But for Bright, sleep was a distant country. His mind was a riot, his blood still singing with the aftershocks of what they had just shared.
Finally, he and Burn had shared a woman between them and it felt so right—so natural. Even without the Twin-Bond, it was clear the three of them were meant to be together.
To him, Noelle felt like home.
The thoughts drifted through his head, unbidden and utterly true, and he didn't try to push them away. He’d been fighting this feeling—this profound sense of rightness—since the moment he’d first seen her standing at the front of the classroom teaching about Earth holidays, her big brown eyes serious as she called the class to order.
But it was no use now—the fight was over. After caressing every inch of her silken skin, after tasting her soft lips and sliding his fingers into the honeyed heat between her thighs…after hearing her raw, unfiltered cries of need and knowing it was him and Burn, together, who had wrung those beautiful, broken sounds from her…well, there was just no going back, Bright thought. Their path was set, and it led only to her.
He turned his head, studying her profile in the darkness. Kindred had excellent night vision, so the pitch blackness didn’t bother him.
Her long lashes were delicate fans against the skin of her cheeks and her soft mouth was deliciously swollen from the kisses she’d shared with him and Burn. One hand was curled trustingly beneath her chin, the other was splayed possessively over the hard, scarred planes of Burn’s chest, her fingers twitching slightly in her dreams. Even in the vulnerable depths of sleep, she clung to them both, anchoring herself to their strength.
And wasn’t that the very core of what he wanted? Not just frantic, mind-blowing sex. Not just the white-hot rush of pleasure or the slick, gripping heat of her pussy around his cock—though he knew that would be amazing. He wanted all of her. The bright, unguarded sound of her laughter…the way she rolled her eyes when Burn got too growly and serious…the way she opened herself to them both…and got them to open up in turn. The Dark Twin never would have admitted his past if she hadn’t coaxed it out of him. Noelle healed them both and made them whole—brought them closer to the bond they both craved.