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)
Gods, she’s so perfect—so beautiful.
Her long, dark hair was a wild, untamed cascade around her bare shoulders, framing a face flushed with purpose and desire. Her body was a symphony of curves—the full, heavy swell of her breasts with their dusky, erect nipples…the gentle slope of her belly…the generous sweep of her broad hips that flared from her waist, not to mention her luscious thick thighs.
The soft light gilded her skin, highlighting the delicate hollow of her navel and the shadowed junction of her thighs, where the dark, neat triangle of soft curls promised hidden treasures.
Bright’s hands itched with the immediate, primal need to touch her—to map every inch of that exquisite terrain with his palms and lips. And his cock, which had been semi-aroused just by her presence, hardened to a painful, aching throb against his thigh as the vivid, shameful, yet unbearably hot memories of the playroom flooded him—the feel of her tight channel milking him dry…the sight of her taking Burn’s thicker shaft so deep…the sounds of her pleasure and pain mingling into one.
“What I’m doing is helping the two of you to form a Twin-Bond,” Noelle purred, her voice a husky promise that went straight to his groin.
Bright and Burn exchanged a look, identical frowns creasing their brows. The hope that flickered in Bright’s chest was immediately tempered by cold, hard reality.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked gently. “I thought I told you—the old Seer who was going to help us on Therim Five died. Any chance we had of forming a Twin-Bond is lost to us now.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Noelle shook her head firmly, her dark hair swaying with the movement. “You two told me the Kindred Goddess herself sent you to come get me. That must mean she expects the three of us to stay together which must further mean that she’s going to allow the two of you to Bond with me.”
“I don’t know about that, baby.” Burn sounded deeply skeptical, though his gaze was locked on the way her nipples had tightened into tight peaks in the cool air.
“Well, I know.” Noelle’s certainty seemed absolute. She came over to them, a fluid, graceful approach that ended with her straddling one of Burn’s thick, muscular thighs. She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against the broad, scarred plane of his chest, and captured the Dark Twin’s mouth in a deep, searching kiss.
Bright watched, mesmerized, his own breath coming faster. Gods, he loved to watch his best friend with their woman! It was so fucking hot.
The sight of Noelle’s warm, curvy body draped over Burn’s much bigger, harder one…the way her slender fingers tangled in his short, black hair…the raw, possessive way Burn’s big hands came up to grip her hips—it was a scene of pure, unadulterated desire. Bright could smell her scent—the clean soap from her shower now layered with the sweet, ripe fragrance of her feminine arousal—and it made his mouth water.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked her when the kiss finally broke, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound.
Noelle turned her head to smile at him archly, her eyes glinting with a secret.
“I’m so sure that I just drank a whole vial of Bonding Fruit juice—the extra concentrated kind.”
The statement landed like a physical blow. Burn and Bright exchanged another glance, this one filled with immediate, sharp concern. The playful lust vanished, replaced by protective alarm.
“I don’t think you should have done that, baby,” Burn said, his frown deepening as he looked up at her. His hands, which had been gripping her hips, now stroked her sides in a soothing gesture. “See, we can’t Bond with you unless we can form the Twin-Bond. And the only way to do that is to—”
“—merge our shafts together—which is something we can’t do because we’re not really brothers,” Bright finished for him, his voice grim. The old wound—the fundamental flaw in their partnership—ached all over again.
“How do you know you can’t merge your shafts together?” Noelle asked, her tone challenging. She shifted on Burn’s lap, deliberately grinding her bare pussy down against the hard ridge of his erection straining against his trousers. The movement made both warriors groan. “Have you even tried?”
“Well…no.” Bright frowned, thrown by the simple, logical question. “But there’s no point in trying—we know we can’t because we’re not really brothers. The DNA resonance isn’t there.”
“I think you ought to try,” Noelle insisted, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Then she moaned softly, a genuine sound of need, and rubbed her palms over her own breasts, teasing them and pinching her nipples. “Oh, I think I feel the Bonding Fruit juice working—I feel so empty. I need you both, deep inside me.”
Bright and Burn exchanged another look, this one longer and more considering. The sight of their woman in distress—her curvy body already responding to the powerful aphrodisiac—was a call to action they couldn’t ignore.