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)
“I do have that bonding frame I got in the bedroom,” Bright said slowly, an idea forming in his head. “I got it after we met that Seer, hoping…well.” He shrugged, trailing off. It was obvious what he’d hoped for—something he was now almost sure was impossible. But was it really?
The ornate, padded leather frame had sat, gathering dust in the corner of their bedchamber for ages—a monument to a failed dream. But he could never bear to get rid of it—even during the long, cold days when Burn wasn’t talking to him.
“Well…” Burn frowned thoughtfully.
He looked down at Noelle, at the desperate hunger in her eyes and the way her inner thighs were already glistening with her juices. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over her tight nipple, and she arched into his touch with a broken little cry.
“I guess we could try,” he said at last. “Even if we can’t merge our shafts, we could still fill our lady. Even if we can’t Bond with her, we can still satisfy her that way.”
Bright gave him a serious look, the weight of the moment settling over them.
“You’d do that with me? Press your shaft fully to mine so we can enter Noelle at the same time?” The intimacy of the act, even without the mystical merging, was profound.
Burn met his gaze, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness and a love that had survived both betrayal and Hell. He nodded once, a sharp, decisive motion.
“I’ll do anything I have to for the woman we both love.”
Noelle moaned again, louder this time, her body beginning to tremble. She rocked against Burn, her slickness surely soaking through his trousers. “Dios, please… I need you both in me now…”
“Gods, I think she took too much of the Bonding Fruit juice,” Bright murmured, his concern spiking.
Noelle’s pupils were fully dilated and her skin was flushed with a feverish heat. The juice was meant to facilitate the Bonding, to prepare a female’s body, but an entire concentrated vial… well, the effects could be easily overwhelming.
“We need to tend to her. Now,” he said.
“Yes, we fucking do,” Burn agreed, his voice rough with a mixture of worry and desire.
He stood easily, lifting Noelle in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She clung to him, nuzzling his neck, begging softly for them to fill her.
“Let’s bring her into the bedroom,” he said.
85
BURN
Burn carried Noelle into the bedchamber, her warm, pliant body a precious burden in his arms. The scent of her need filled his head, driving out every impulse but one: claim her, fill her, make her ours.
He laid her down gently in the center of the vast bed, the one built for two Twin Kindred and the woman they loved. It was a symbol of a future he’d feared was lost, but now, with her writhing before him, her dark hair fanned out like a halo across the dark blue coverlet, hope was building in his chest.
What if Noelle was right? What if the Goddess did mean for him and Bright to Bond her to them? There was only one way to find out—they had to at least try.
“Please…I need you both!” Noelle moaned again. Her little pussy was on full display, glistening and swollen, the outer lips already parted and shiny with her juices. The sight was an irresistible lure for Burn. He couldn't help himself—he knelt between her thighs, his big hands spreading them wider, and lowered his mouth to her sweet little cunt.
And once her salty-sweet flavor rolled over his tongue, he lost all sense of time. He didn't just taste her—he devoured her. His tongue was a rough, demanding caress, lapping at her slit one moment and delving deep inside to sample her honey the next. He flicked and sucked at her tight, throbbing clit, making her cry out, her back arching off the bed.
"Madre, de Dios, Burn! Yes! Please, more!" she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair, dragging him closer, and grinding her slick flesh against his mouth.
Burn loved the way she was bucking against him—almost wild with lust. He feasted on her, the sounds of her pleasure making his cock, which was already painfully hard, ache with a possessive urgency.
When he finally looked up, his lips and chin glistening, he saw that Bright had dragged the heavy wooden Bonding frame to the center of the room. It was an ornate contraption of dark, polished wood and soft leather padding, with two seats facing each other, designed so that Twin Kindred could sit close enough for their shafts to touch, to press together, and, if the Goddess willed it, to merge into one.
"All ready to go," Bright told him, his voice husky. His golden eyes were dark with desire as he looked at Noelle, who was still writhing on the bed, her breasts heaving and her skin flushed. "And it looks like our lady is ready to go, too."