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)
He loved imagining how Noelle would look—how she would feel, with both of them working her at once. Bright would be soft and sweet, coaxing shivering sighs with his tongue, while Burn would be deep and demanding, filling her tight, clutching pussy with the brutal, steady rhythm of his hips. She’d come apart so beautifully between them, moaning for both of them.
The dream shifted, the perspective twisting.
Bright had moved aside slightly, not retreating, but making space—giving Burn a place right beside him, inviting him into the intimacy.
“Yes, Burn…please…” Noelle begged as she reached for him.
Her small, cool hands slid up the bare, heavily muscled plane of his chest, her fingers trembling as they traced the ridges of old scars, her lips parted in a soundless, desperate plea. Her nightgown was half-off her shoulder, the silken fabric pulled to one side, exposing the full, perfect curve of her breast, the tight, berry-dark peak just begging for the wet heat of his mouth.
Burn groaned—a low, feral sound he couldn’t help—the vibration rumbling through his own chest.
He lowered his head, bracing himself over her, caging her in, breathing in the potent, addictive scent of her skin. Gods, she smelled like everything he’d ever wanted but never dared to ask for. Sweetness and warmth and the slick, feminine perfume of her need. She whispered his name again and something deep inside his chest turned molten and hot.
He dipped his head lower, not quite touching—not yet. Just letting the heat of his breath ghost over the soft, vulnerable skin of her inner thighs, watching her tremble for him.
Noelle arched again, a helpless, involuntary movement—offering herself up like a sacrifice, like she needed him. Like she wanted his rough, claiming touch as much as he ached to give it.
“Burn…” she breathed. “Please, I want…I need…”
“Gods, baby—I know what you want,” he growled. Bending his head, he slipped his tongue deep into her soft, wet pussy, tasting her salty-sweet honey as she moaned and pulled his hair, begging him to keep going, to make her come…
But then the dream dissolved in a slow, rippling wave of heat, the edges blurring, the colors running like wet paint. The image of Noelle, flushed and pleading, faded…then scattered into nothingness like dust on a hot wind.
Burn jerked awake, his entire body snapping taut with unmet need.
His heart was a wild, pounding drum against his ribs. His cock was a rigid, aching weight against his stomach, painfully hard. Noelle was still nestled between them, her breath soft and even, her ripe scent curling through the dark air of the cell like a persistent, taunting curl of smoke.
Bright was asleep too, one hand resting lightly, possessively, on the gentle swell of Noelle’s hip.
Burn swallowed hard, the sound loud in the utter silence. He dragged a hand over his face, feeling the rough stubble against his palm.
He shouldn’t want this so much. It was a dangerous, all-consuming fire. He shouldn’t be dreaming such filthy, explicit dreams about things he had no right to, about burying himself inside her while Bright did the same—the two of them sharing her in the most intimate way possible.
But gods help him… he did. He wanted what the dream had shown him with a desperation that terrified him. He’d been friends with Bright for years, but he had never met a female he wanted so badly to share with the Light Twin…until Noelle had come into their lives.
He lay there for a long time, staring up at the pitch-black ceiling, listening to the soft, steady, synchronized breaths of the two people he cared for most in this fucked-up universe.
Mine, a dark, possessive voice whispered from the deepest, most ancient part of him.
Ours, another, wiser voice answered, the almost-bond with Bright resonating with the truth of it.
Burn let his eyes close again—a slow, deliberate surrender to sleep. But before he slipped under again, he made himself a promise.
Whatever happened next… whatever battles awaited…whatever hells they had to walk through, he wasn’t letting either of them go.
28
NOELLE
Noelle was still curled between the two huge bodies of Bright and Burn when the clatter of approaching footsteps echoed down the dim corridor outside the cell.
The sound was unmistakable, and her heart leapt into her throat.
No! No, not again.
The next second, Lupin appeared in the doorway of the cell.
He looked just as he had the day before—same orange skin…same bright green eyes. And the same puffy swirl of white hair piled on his head like a frosted meringue. The same smug little smirk curled the corners of his narrow lips, too.
“Well, well,” he chirped, hands on hips as he regarded the three of them. “Look who’s all snuggled up! All refreshed and rejuvenated, I presume?”
Noelle sat up quickly, clutching the shirt Burn had given her tighter around her body. Her heart was thudding, and her palms were damp.