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)
"Please," Noelle moaned, her hand drifting down to her mound, her fingers circling her clit. "I need to be filled! I'm so empty… it aches!"
"Going to fill you up, baby," Burn promised, his voice a low growl. He rose from the bed, his gaze locked on hers. "But first, Bright and I have to see if we can merge."
He stripped off his clothes, his movements deliberate, his body humming with a strange, electric anticipation. His shaft was rigid, jutting out from his body, and he knew it wasn't just from tasting their woman. It was the thought of what came next—the feeling of his best friend's shaft pressed against his own. The memory of the dungeon, of Bright's mouth on him, of the shocking, undeniable pleasure of it, surged through him, making his balls draw up tight.
Bright gave him a steady look as he stripped off his own clothes, his own impressive length standing proud.
"You sure you’re all right with this?" he asked quietly, the ghost of their past estrangement in his eyes. "I don’t want you getting mad at me again and leaving."
Burn sighed, his hand stroking his own shaft almost absently in a slow, slick pump.
"I know I shouldn’t have gotten so fucking upset. I was just…" He shook his head, struggling to articulate the storm of shame and desire that had warred within him. "I’ve never sucked another male before. Or had another male suck me. It… fuck, it messed with my head."
"I haven’t either," Bright pointed out softly, stepping closer. "And it’s not like we had a choice—that asshole Trollox had the remote to our pain collars."
"Yeah, but…" Burn ran a hand through his hair, his confession torn from him. "I…kind of enjoyed it. I don’t know if it was the pink drink or what, but, well…I didn’t hate what he made me do to you." He met Bright's gaze, his own dark with a raw honesty that was terrifying and liberating. "And when you did the same for me…fuck." He rubbed a hand over his mouth, the memory vivid. "It felt fucking amazing, Bright."
Bright’s eyes widened, then grew heavy-lidded, a slow, sensual smile curving his lips.
"Felt pretty fucking amazing to me, too," he admitted, his voice dropping to a intimate rumble. "But right now, we need to concentrate on our lady."
"Come here then," Burn said, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Let’s see if we can merge."
They moved to the frame, sitting on the padded seats facing each other, their knees brushing. They scooted closer, the world narrowing to the space between their bodies, until the hot, silken lengths of their cocks were pressed together from root to tip, perfectly aligned.
For Burn, the contact was a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure. Noelle had stopped her frantic moaning, though her need was a palpable force in the room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching them with wide, hungry eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Burn bit back a groan—the sensation of Bright's hard flesh rubbing against his own almost too much to bear. It felt so fucking good, so right in a way he couldn't explain. He couldn't help it—he wrapped his big hand around both of their shafts, his fingers barely meeting, and gave a tentative upward thrust.
"Gods," Bright groaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking instinctively into the friction. “Feels good, Burn,” he admitted.
“To me too—but are we merging?” Burn asked.
“Don’t know—let’s see. Move your hand,” Bright said.
As Burn did as the Light Twin asked, he realized something fundamental had shifted. The feeling between them was different—more unified, somehow. He moved his hand and looked down.
His breath caught in his chest.
"Fuck! Look—we’ve merged!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.
Bright looked down, his hazel eyes widening in disbelief. It was true. Their two separate shafts had somehow, miraculously, grown together, fused into one single, incredibly thick cock.
It was a beautiful, intimidating sight—veined and powerful and crowned by a single, broad head that glistened with their mingled essence.
"I can’t believe it worked!" Burn breathed, his heart swelling with a joy so profound it was almost painful.
“I can’t believe we actually merged.” Bright’s voice was soft with awe.
"I can." The words came from Noelle, her voice thick with lust. She was staring at their thick double cock with naked hunger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "That looks like exactly what I need," she purred.
A fierce, possessive pride roared through Burn.
"Mmm, then climb aboard, baby," he growled, his voice rough with promise.
"Straddle us and take us deep inside you," Bright invited her, his own voice husky with anticipation. "We can’t wait to fill you up."
"Mmm, and I can’t wait to be filled," Noelle murmured, rising from the bed.
She came to them, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on the thick, merged shaft that was meant for her, and her alone.