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)
And Burn…Bright turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting to the other warrior sleeping like a felled giant beside her. Burn’s face, so often a mask of grim endurance, was relaxed, unguarded in sleep—the harsh lines smoothed away. His breathing was a deep, slow rhythm, and one of his big hands was still resting possessively between Noelle’s legs, as if even in unconsciousness he was keeping watch over her.
Yes, Bright thought, a surge of fierce affection warming his chest. He feels it too.
He could see it in the way Burn looked at her when he thought no one was watching—like she was a miracle, something precious and breakable that he’d kill to protect. He could feel it in the way the Dark Twin’s touch—usually so brutal and efficient—had softened to a gentle caress. He could hear it in the way Burn had murmured against her sweat-slicked skin, calling her ‘baby’ in that deep, gravely voice of his, the endearment sounding like a vow. Burn was already halfway gone, his formidable walls crumbling to dust.
And Bright?
He was all the way there. He’d jumped off the cliff without a second thought.
He let out a soft, contented sigh and closed his eyes, pressing in closer to Noelle’s soothing warmth, inhaling her scent, letting it anchor him to this moment…to this feeling.
No matter what happens tomorrow, no matter what fresh hell awaits us outside this cell, he vowed silently into the dark, we’ll stay together. I’ll fight for us. I’ll burn worlds for her.
He would tear down the stars for what he and Burn had with Noelle. Because some things, once found, are worth any fight…any price.
And Noelle, sleeping peacefully between them, was everything.
27
BURN
Burn drifted under again, the thin veneer of consciousness dissolving as he slid down into that thick, velvety dark where dreams hooked their claws into him before he had the chance to fight them off. It was a vulnerable state he usually hated, a landscape haunted by ghosts and the metallic taste of old blood.
But this time… it wasn’t the past waiting for him.
It was her.
Noelle.
Her scent—sweet, warm, and rich with that new, intoxicatingly fertile edge that drove his primal instincts into a frenzy—curled around him even in sleep. It wrapped around his mind like soft, insistent fingers, tugging him deeper into the fantasy, urging him closer to her soft, curvy body.
In the dream, she was laid out between him and Bright on a bed of rumpled silk, her skin glowing with a soft, internal heat as she reached for both of them. She was begging them to share her…to take her together.
Burn felt himself harden instantly—a thick, heavy ache between his legs that was both pleasure and pain, and gods, he didn’t even try to stop it. Why should he? Dreams were the one place where he didn’t have to chain the beast inside him up, didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t absolutely fucking starving for the taste of her, the feel of her, every single second of the fucking day.
In the hazy, golden light of the dream, Noelle arched her back, a slow, sinuous roll of her hips that made the silk of her nightgown slither even higher over the soft skin of her luscious, thick thighs. She moaned with need—a soft, desperate sound—and Burn swore he could feel her desire calling directly to the savage part of his soul.
Bright moved first. The Light Twin’s hands, strong and sure, slid over the graceful curve of Noelle’s hips, guiding her thighs apart, settling himself between them like he was claiming his rightful place. Burn watched—helpless and hungry—as Bright leaned over her, his mouth hovering just above the triangle of silk that covered her soft little pussy. Then he tugged the fabric aside and tasted her, lapping gently at her sweet slit as she arched and bucked for him.
Burn was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming. But fuck, it looked real enough that a bolt of pure, undiluted heat shot through him. He couldn’t stop watching Bright’s big hands gripping the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his expression one of desperate hunger as he tasted the woman they both wanted so much.
Noelle moaned softly in the dream—a sound of pure want—tossing her head to the side, and Burn felt the soft sound of desire like a spark traveling the length of his spine, setting every nerve ending alight. He loved hearing her moan and knowing how much she wanted this.
Bright said something—Burn couldn’t hear the words, only the tone which was low and rough with desire. Noelle answered him with another trembling gasp, her back bowing off the bed, her fingers twisting and digging into the rumpled sheets.
Burn’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his short nails biting into his own palms. Gods, he loved watching Bright touch her…loved the stark contrast of his best friend’s big hands on her lush body. He loved the idea of the two of them taking care of her together, surrounding her, overwhelming her with sensation.