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)
She watched as Bright finished lapping away the last traces of her honey from her inner thighs. His handsome face was glistening with her juices, his hazel-green eyes heavy-lidded and dark with a desire so intense it stole her breath when she met his gaze.
“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice a soft, rough caress.
She swallowed, her throat dry.
“I think so.” She nibbled her lower lip, a fresh blush heating her cheeks. “Thank you for er, helping me.”
A low, possessive rumble came from Burn, who still cradled her from behind.
“It was our pleasure, baby,” he assured her, his lips brushing her shoulder. “Love to suck your ripe tits and taste your soft little pussy.”
“Yes, we both love it,” Bright affirmed, his gaze unwavering, sincere.
The confession sent another shockwave through Noelle’s system, but for a different reason. Her ex, Branson, had never wanted to go down on her. He’d said it was something only a “beta-male cuck” would do—whatever that meant.
At the time, his disdain had made her feel ashamed, as if her body was somehow unclean or unworthy. But now, looking at these two powerful, fiercely masculine males, their mouths shiny with her juices, their eyes lazy with lust, she couldn’t imagine anything hotter or manlier.
This was power. Not the kind that dominated, but the kind that brought you to your knees with pleasure and desire.
“How do you feel now?” Bright asked, shifting to lay beside her, his big body radiating heat.
Before she could answer, Burn’s hungry gaze dropped to her chest.
“Do you need us to suck your nipples again?”
The offer sent a fresh, anticipatory thrum through her oversensitive nerves. The idea of their mouths on her again, even after the intensity of what they’d just done, was irresistibly tempting.
“I…I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Noelle confessed, her voice barely a whisper.
She watched, mesmerized, as they moved in unison, like two halves of a single, beautiful machine. They each took a nipple into their mouths—Bright’s suction returning to its gentle, coaxing pull and Burn’s to its deep, greedy claim.
The dual sensation was less about urgent relief now and more about pure, unadulterated pleasure. Sparks skated along her nerve endings, pooling low in her belly, making her clench helplessly.
Her body felt better, truly healed, but a new, different thirst was making itself known. Her throat was parched, and as the sweet pleasure rushed through her, her mind drifted back to the auction block, to the shocking, primal taste of their seed flooding her mouth. It had been salty, sweet and perfect. Even the memory made her own mouth water with a desperate, embarrassing craving.
When the two of them finally let her tight, wet nipples slip from their lips with soft, wet sounds, she noticed what she had been too distracted to see earlier. Both men had prominent, straining tents in their loose sleep trousers. The evidence of their unsated need was impossible to miss.
Bright let out a slow, controlled breath.
“Well, I guess we should go,” he said, his voice thick with reluctance.
Panic, sharp and sudden, lanced through Noelle. The thought of them leaving—of this intimate little bubble popping—was somehow unbearable.
“Wait—don’t go yet.” She begged, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.
Burn’s dark blue eyes, heavy with lust, fixed on her.
“Why baby—you want us to stay for some reason?” he rumbled.
Her heart hammered against Noelle’s ribs as shame and desire warred inside her. This was it—she had to be brave.
“Yes…” she breathed.
Slowly, tentatively, she reached out, placing one trembling hand on the huge, hard bulge in Burn’s pajama bottoms. The heat and solidity of him beneath the thin fabric made her bite her lip. Emboldened, she laid her other hand on the equally impressive bulge in Bright’s sleep trousers.
“I just thought…since the two of you helped me, maybe you might want me to help you too,” she said softly.
Bright’s brow furrowed instantly.
“My lady, you don’t have to do this—you don’t have to suck us because we tasted you. It’s our pleasure to taste your sweet pussy.”
“Bright’s right,” Burn growled, though his hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust against her palm. “Kindred need to taste their woman’s pussy. It’s in our fucking DNA. You don’t owe us a damn thing.”
Noelle shook her head, frustration and desire warring within her.
“No, you don’t understand. I don’t just want to suck you…I kind of need to.” She dropped her face into her hands, a groan of utter mortification escaping her. “Dios, this is so embarrassing! I feel like some kind of…of nymphomaniac!”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Bright said, his voice softening as he gently pulled her hands away from her face. “Just tell us what you need and we’ll try to give it to you.”
She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze, then Burn’s.
“I need…I really do need to suck you. Both of you,” she whispered, the confession feeling both terrifying and liberating. “I need to taste your cum again—your seed. Your cream—whatever you call it. I can’t stop thinking about it and my throat is so dry.”