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)
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Then, Bright’s voice, thick with his own unsated need, cut through the silence.
“My turn.”
Burn looked up at his friend, seeing the same raw hunger he’d felt himself mirrored in Bright’s hazel eyes. There was no jealousy—only a shared, possessive need.
He gave a single, sharp nod.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice a gravelly rasp. “Your turn.”
He shifted, moving out from between her thighs. As he did, he leaned forward and captured Noelle’s lips in a deep, searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She moaned weakly into his mouth, her response weak but eager.
Then, he traded places with Bright.
Now it was Burn who sat behind her, pulling her limp, sated body back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to hold her securely in place. He nuzzled into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her desire as Bright settled between her wide-spread legs.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” the Light Twin asked softly, his gaze locked on hers.
Noelle, dazed and floating, could only manage a weak nod, her eyes fluttering closed.
And as Bright lowered his head to taste the honey Burn had so generously left for him, Burn held her close, whispering filthy, encouraging praises in her ear, watching his best friend worship the woman they both loved with his mouth, and knowing, with a certainty that shook him to his core, that this was exactly where he was meant to be.
47
BRIGHT
Bright’s heart hammered against his ribs—a frantic, eager rhythm that echoed the pulse he could see beating in Noelle’s neck. As he watched Burn shift and her limp, sated body melting back into the solid wall of the Dark Twin’s chest, Bright’s entire world narrowed to the glistening flesh presented to him.
Burn had feasted like a starved man, and the evidence of his hunger was glistening on his chin and clearly visible on Noelle’s swollen inner pussy. Yet, miraculously, she was still producing honey—a fresh trickle of it evident in her tight little entrance.
The sight made Bright’s mouth water, his cock throbbing in painful sympathy with her need.
He had wanted this—craved this taste—from the very first moment he’d seen her standing under the mistletoe, all sweetness and vulnerability. And to be sharing this with Burn—to see the raw, unvarnished hunger in his best friend’s eyes as he tasted her—it was more than a fantasy. It was a dream come true.
But he had seen the intensity of her climax under Burn’s relentless mouth…he had felt the violent tremors that wracked her body. She was sensitive, overwhelmed, and floating in a sea of pleasure aftershocks. So he needed to be careful with her. Where Burn was a storm, Bright would be the gentle, persistent tide, he decided—washing over her until she came apart all over again.
He settled between her spread thighs, the heat from her body and Burn’s creating a cocoon of intimacy. He placed his hands on her knees, his touch deliberately light—a soft contrast to the possessive grip Burn had on her shoulders.
“Ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked softly, looking up to meet her eyes, half-lidded with lust.
She gave a weak, almost imperceptible nod and her lips parted on a shaky exhale.
“Yes, I…I think so,” she whispered.
“I’m going to be gentle,” Bright promised, a vow to her and to himself. “Just relax for me. Let me take care of you.”
He didn’t dive straight for her core. That was Burn’s way—his was different. He started at the periphery, where the evidence of his best friend’s feast had spilled over. He leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above her knee. Her flesh was like warm velvet, trembling under his lips. He licked a slow, languid path upwards, cleaning away the sticky-sweet honey, his tongue flat and soothing. He savored her juices with each slow, careful sweep of his tongue.
“Mmm, so sweet,” he murmured against her skin. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”
He did the same to the other thigh, licking and kissing, taking his time and lavishing attention on her sensitive skin until he felt her initial tension begin to dissolve into a boneless languor.
A soft, sighing moan escaped Noelle’s lips.
“Oh, Bright…” she murmured, carding her fingers through his hair.
“That’s it,” Burn’s rough voice rumbled from behind her, a dark, encouraging whisper in her ear. “Let him have his turn, baby. He’s gonna make you feel so good. Be a good girl and spread your pussy for him—let him in.”
Bright continued his slow ascent, his kisses becoming more deliberate as he drew closer to the source of her heat. He nuzzled her thatch of dark curls, inhaling the deep, utterly intoxicating aroma of her arousal, now layered with the clean, male scent of Burn. The mixture of scents made him even harder.