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)
It was mortifying, yet a dark, secret part of her was fascinated…watching the screen and seeing the evidence of her own arousal gleaming on her inner lips.
“Now you,” the Trollox motioned at Bright with the remote. “Let’s see you enter her—I want to watch you fill her up with that nice big cock of yours. Really make her tummy bulge.”
Bright looked down at her, his hazel-green eyes a turbulent storm of lust, reluctance, and a deep, ingrained horror.
Noelle knew how the Kindred felt about forcing a woman—they abhorred any kind of rape. It was against their code of conduct and, more fundamentally, woven into their very DNA. They were physically and psychologically incapable of harming a female.
But if they didn’t do this, Thune would subject them all to a world of pain. The remote was a tangible promise of that agony.
She saw the conflict tearing the Light Twin apart. Reaching up, she placed a trembling hand on his muscular thigh.
“It’s all right,” she whispered, the words meant for him alone, though she knew the drone would probably pick them up. The drug pulsed through her, making the words feel like a truth. “Come on, Bright—I…I don’t mind.”
“You should mind, my lady.” His voice came out sounding bleak and harsh. “You should mind that I’m about to fuck you against your will.”
Noelle took a shaky breath, her gaze dropping to his hard length and then back to his tormented eyes.
“It’s not against my will. I need you, Bright. Please…put yourself inside me.”
58
BRIGHT
The conflict inside Bright was a physical pain—a twisting knot in his gut that rivaled the aching hardness of his shaft. The pink drink pulsed through his veins like liquid fire, amplifying every primal urge, but it couldn't completely silence the roar of his Kindred instincts.
To take a female like this, under duress, watched by a monster… it’s a violation of everything we are.
He looked down at Noelle, spread out on the black mattress like a sacrifice. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and a dark, drugged hunger that mirrored his own. Her scent—the sweet feminine aroma of her arousal filled his senses, making his head spin.
Her little pussy glistened, swollen and wet, the berry-dark folds beckoning him. And Bright knew with a certainty that went beyond sight that her breasts were heavy with the nectar his body craved almost as much as her tight, hot sheath.
“I’m sorry, my lady,” he murmured, the words torn from him as he sank to his knees between her thighs. The apology was for the circumstances—for the violation of their privacy—for the fact that their first true joining was happening in this foul place.
It was not for the act itself, because as he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance, he knew with a soul-deep certainty that he wanted this, wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. And he knew that Noelle wanted him too—it was the only thing that allowed him to continue.
The camera drone whirred, dropping lower, and Bright’s eyes were dragged to the viewscreen. There, in stark, high-definition clarity, was a close-up of his thick cock pressing against her delicate folds. The contrast was obscenely beautiful. He saw the way her flesh yielded, then resisted for a fraction of a second before he began to push forward and breached her entrance.
A low, choked moan escaped Noelle’s lips as he slid into her. Gods, she was so tight. The sensation was overwhelming—it was like being squeezed by a velvet glove—a hot, impossibly tight, silken friction that threatened to undo Bright instantly. But he felt the resistance, the initial stretch, and a lance of pure panic shot through him.
Gods, I’m hurting her! I’m too big for her!
He froze, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding still.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough with strain, his gaze locked on her face, searching for any sign of true pain.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.
“I…I’m fine. Just…never been with anyone your size before,” she admitted, a dark blush staining her cheeks.
The admission sent another jolt of possessive heat through him, but his concern remained.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking her thigh. He looked up, meeting Burn’s gaze. The Dark Twin was standing rigid, his own cock weeping pre-cum, his fists clenched. “Help her take it,” Bright pleaded, his voice low. “Soothe her while I enter her.”
Burn moved at once, the command breaking through his own turmoil. He knelt beside Noelle, putting a strong, steadying arm around her shoulders, pulling her partially upright against his chest. His other hand slid down her stomach, his touch surprisingly gentle.
“It’s all right, baby,” Burn rumbled, his lips close to her ear, his voice a low, hypnotic thrum. “Just relax for us. Open your soft little pussy for Bright. Let him in. You can take him—you’re so strong, so perfect for us. Just let go, baby. Let him fill you up.”