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)
Bright wanted to keep her safe, to wrap her in a fortress of his own making. To hold her hand and be her calm in the storm. To—
Love her. I want to love her.
The realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest, a sucker-punch of pure, terrifying certainty. Bright sucked in a sharp, quiet breath and closed his eyes, letting the truth of it settle deep into his bones, warming him from the inside out.
Yes—that’s what this was—this wild, impossible feeling. He was falling in love. Head over heels, irrevocably, stupidly in love. And he was pretty damn sure Burn was tumbling right down after him—even if the big, brooding bastard would rather chew off his own hand than admit it out loud.
Not yet, anyway.
A faint, knowing smile touched Bright’s lips as he remembered the night’s most potent moments. The raw, untamed way Burn had kissed her—not with finesse, but with a desperate, claiming hunger. That deep, possessive growl that had rumbled in the Dark Twin’s throat when his big, calloused hand had slid over the perfect curve of her breast, his thumb rasping over a taut nipple while Noelle’s back had arched between them as she offered herself completely.
And Noelle herself—gods, she hadn’t held back a single thing. She’d melted under their combined touch, her shy facade dissolving into a puddle of moans, gasps, and whispered pleas, their names a sacred prayer on her soft lips.
He felt his cock give a distinct, interested twitch against his thigh at the memory…the phantom sensation of her tight, wet heat against his fingers enough to stir him again. But even more erotic was his memory of their sharing—of watching as Burn touched her.
It had been the most profoundly erotic thing Bright had ever witnessed—watching the Dark Twin’s large, powerful hand disappear beneath the delicate silk of her negligee, his thick fingers working a slow, deliberate magic between her trembling thighs. The way Noelle had bucked her hips, a gasping, panting mess, trying in vain to maintain some shred of control, even as her body betrayed her with every shuddering whimper and the tell-tale scent of her feminine arousal soaking the air.
Bright nearly groaned, the memory a fresh wave of heat that rolled through him. He recalled with perfect clarity the way her sweet, greedy little pussy had clenched and fluttered rhythmically around Burn’s thrusting fingers…her entire body seizing up, then dissolving into a series of helpless, exquisite tremors. She’d sobbed into Bright’s mouth, her kiss messy and desperate, like she was pouring the overwhelming intensity of her release straight into him, and it had been the most fucking beautiful thing he’d ever experienced.
There had been no jealousy…no territorial rivalry. Only a shared, breathless need that pulsed between the three of them as he and Burn brought her to the brink together.
Bright loved sharing her—he craved it. He loved knowing that Burn’s rough, demanding hands could bring her to the same dizzying peaks of pleasure as his own more patient caresses. That together, their contrasting styles created a symphony of sensation that could drive her higher, make her fall apart more completely, than either of them could ever manage alone.
It felt right. It felt destined. Like the three of them were jagged pieces of a whole, their edges aligning and locking together in ways Bright’s mind had never before had the capacity to imagine.
And gods, he wanted more. So much more.
He wanted to see her laid out bare and willing beneath them, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her body writhing and undulating, begging in broken syllables for more than just clever fingers and teasing mouths. He wanted to sheath himself in her, to feel her inner pussy clamp down on his length while Burn filled her other entrance—the two of them Claiming her together—making her theirs in the most primal, undeniable way possible. He wanted to feel their seed mix deep inside her as they came in her, to mark her as theirs forever.
But that would have to wait.
She was new to this, new to them. Her body, though eager, was tender. She needed rest. They all did, trapped in this metal cage. And the last thing he wanted was to rush something that felt so sacred…so fragile.
We’ll get there, sweetheart, he promised silently, reaching out to gently brush a strand of dark, silken hair from her damp temple. When you’re ready, we’ll get there.
His heart felt so full it was a physical ache, a sweet, heavy pressure behind his ribs.
He’d never expected this. Not here. Not like this. They were prisoners, locked in a sterile alien cell, stripped of their freedom, their weapons, their very dignity. And yet… this was where fate, in its infinite and mysterious wisdom, had brought them. Here, in the absolute worst of circumstances, he’d found the woman who made the fractured pieces of his soul feel whole and mended.