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 looks so vulnerable like this. Damn it, Burn and I should have protected her better. Why did we let her go with that orange bastard?
“Is that stuff she’s leaking some kind of milk?” Burn asked, frowning.
Bright shook his head, watching the amber droplets glisten as they slowly welled up from Noelle’s nipples.
“I don’t think so—it’s clear.” He hesitated, then asked gently, “Sweetheart, will you let me take a look? I had a little Med lab training when Burn and I served on the front lines of the J’lashion skirmish.”
Noelle nodded slowly, clearly embarrassed but also desperate.
“All…all right. But I’m afraid it’s disgusting.”
“Sweetheart, nothing about you could ever be disgusting to us,” Bright reassured her, hearing Burn rumble his agreement beside him.
Carefully, he lifted the edge of her nightgown. The silk clung stubbornly to her curves, sticking to the tight points of her nipples, so he had to peel it away gently, murmuring soft apologies when she gasped at the sensation. The fabric was damp and sticky—looks almost like honey, he thought—and as it came free, he saw the source of her pain.
Noelle’s breasts were swollen and flushed with color, the nipples tight and glistening. And she was right—they were both leaking. As he watched, a clear golden drop welled up on each tight point and trembled at the tip before sliding in a sticky line down the undersides of her breasts.
Bright couldn’t resist—he had to know. With the utmost gentleness, he touched his finger to one droplet, collecting the sticky nectar, and brought it to his lips. The taste was shockingly sweet—almost floral, like alien honey—but with a faint hint of Noelle’s scent. It went straight to his head, filling him with warmth and desire, but above all, a fierce protectiveness.
Gods, what is this? It tastes like pure sunlight…and her. No wonder her body is in overdrive.
Suddenly, it clicked for him.
“Didn’t that orange dwarf that did the fertility treatments on you say that you’d get nectaritis if you didn’t do the second part?” he asked, glancing at Burn and then back at Noelle.
Noelle sniffled and nodded.
“I guess so—I think I remember something like that.”
“So what the fuck does that mean?” Burn demanded, eyes locked on Noelle’s swollen breasts. “What in the Seven Hells is ‘nectaritis’?”
Bright searched his memory, dredging up bits of Med lab jargon.
“Well, the suffix ‘itis’ means inflammation,” he explained. “And the first part is nectar—so nectar inflammation. It looks to me like her breasts are inflamed—swollen—and full of nectar.”
“Oh…I guess that make sense.” Burn nodded, though he still looked frustrated, as if he wanted to punch something.
“I’m glad you explained it, but what can we do about it?” Noelle asked, her eyes overflowing again.
“Sweetheart,” Bright murmured, brushing her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Her skin was hot and flushed and her big brown eyes were shimmering with fresh tears. “You’re in a lot of pain because your breasts are too full,” he said. “I think you need to let Burn and I suck it out.”
“Suck it out?” Her eyes went wide. “You don’t want to do that!”
“Yes, we fucking do, baby,” Burn growled, his voice gruff but gentle. “We need to make you feel better and this is the only way. Can you be a good girl and let us suck your nipples to help you get rid of the nectar?”
Noelle bit her lower lip, looking uncertain.
“I guess so,” she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, if…if you really don’t mind.”
“Of course we don’t mind,” Bright assured her, stroking her cheek again, feeling the warmth of her flushed skin.
Gods, I just want to heal her. I want her to trust us—want her to know she can lean on us for anything. If only I could take her pain away for good…
“All right then,” she whispered. “But please—be careful. I’m so tender—Dios, it really hurts.”
“I know it does, sweetheart,” Bright soothed. He cupped her face, meeting her eyes. “Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.”
“Very gentle,” Burn promised, his voice rough with feeling.
They nodded to each other over Noelle’s head, a silent agreement passing between them. Then, moving as one, they leaned in, Burn on her left, Bright on her right.
The sweet, floral scent of Noelle’s nectar filled the air—heady and intoxicating. Her dark nipples were so swollen they looked almost bruised, each beaded with golden drops that shimmered in the low light. The heat coming off her body was incredible—Bright could feel it against his lips.
Goddess, please let this help. Please let us take away her pain. Please let her know she’s safe with us…
He closed his eyes for just a moment, gathering himself, and then lowered his head toward her aching breast.
45
NOELLE
Noelle lay back against the soft, yielding pillows, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She couldn’t believe she was going to let them do this—couldn’t believe Burn and Bright were actually going to suck the strange, amber nectar from her swollen breasts.