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)
A dark, pleased smile spread across Burn’s face.
“Mmm, baby—I don’t mind.” He was already pushing his sleep trousers down over his lean hips, baring his long, thick, beautifully veined shaft. It stood proud and rigid, the broad, mushroom-shaped head already beading with a drop of clear pre-cum.
Noelle’s mouth watered at the sight, her own need coiling tighter.
Then Bright did the same, revealing his own impressive erection, perhaps a fraction less thick but just as long, elegant and proud.
For a moment, she just looked at them both, her heart pounding.
They’re so beautiful. So different, but both so perfect.
Then, driven by the gnawing hunger inside her, she leaned towards Bright first.
She started slowly, tentatively, taking her time. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the silken skin over steel-hard flesh. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over the slit, tasting that first, salty drop. It was exactly as she remembered—clean, hot, and male.
A low groan rumbled in Bright’s chest, his hand coming up to gently cup the back of her head.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Love to feel your sweet little mouth on me.”
Emboldened, Noelle took more of him into her mouth, learning the shape, and texture of his cock all over again. She bobbed her head slowly, her other hand stroking what she couldn’t take, copying what she’d seen in movies, guided by his soft groans and the tightening of his fingers in her hair. She loved the weight of him on her tongue…the way he pulsed with life…the control she had in this sweet, intimate act.
After several minutes, she pulled off with a soft pop, turning to Burn. His eyes were lazy with lust, as though he enjoyed watching her suck Bright.
“Mmm, is it my turn now, baby?” he growled.
Noelle nodded.
“Need to taste you both,” she explained, then she lowered her head.
She didn’t hesitate this time. She took the Dark Twin’s cock into her mouth greedily, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. He was thicker—a much more challenging fit—and the taste of him was wilder, like some dark spice she couldn’t name.
But Burn didn't murmur gentle praises as she sucked him—he growled, a feral, guttural sound of approval that vibrated through her entire body. His long fingers fisted in her hair and squeezed tight.
“Fuck, yes… just like that, baby. Take it all—suck my cock!”
His hot, dirty words sent shivers of desire through Noelle’s body.
She lost herself in the rhythm—in the taste and feel of them—switching back and forth until her jaw ached and her own arousal was a slick, throbbing pulse between her legs. Finally, she pulled back, panting, looking from one gleaming, wet cock to the other.
“I want to suck you together again,” she said, her voice husky with need. “Like we did on the stage at the auction. I want to feel you both touching… while I taste you.”
Burn and Bright exchanged a look that was more than just an agreement—it was a current of pure, unspoken electricity passing between them. Noelle wondered if maybe the memory of the auction wasn't just public or humiliating—it was probably also the first time they had allowed themselves to be that physically intimate with each other.
“What do you say, brother?” Bright asked, his voice dropping to a challenging murmur. His gaze was fixed on Burn, stripping away all pretense. “Do you mind the feel of my skin against yours? For her?”
Burn’s frown was less about reluctance and more about uncertainty and raw vulnerability. His midnight blue eyes burned into Bright’s.
“We’ll have to be closer than that to merge for the Bond,” he growled, the words rough but laced with a dark promise. “Might as well get used to it, I guess. So come on—let’s do it.” His gaze flicked down to where their bodies would soon meet.
The air grew thick, charged. The two big Kindred moved with a synchronicity that was innate—a dance they’d known in their souls long before this moment. They laid on their sides, facing each other, their powerful bodies so close their chests nearly touched. The space between them crackled with tension.
Then, slowly, deliberately, Burn reached out. His hand didn't go to his own cock—instead, it wrapped around both their erections, his calloused fingers brushing against Bright’s shaft as he guided them together.
It wasn't just a touch—it was a kind of claiming, Noelle thought. The broad, flushed heads of their cocks nudged, then slid alongside one another in a perfect, seamless fit.
The sensitive undersides kissed, the veins along their lengths aligning like twin lines of power. A sharp, simultaneous intake of breath hissed from both men as their flesh met, the heat between them intensifying to an almost unbearable degree.
They weren't just two separate entities anymore—they were a single, thick, double-barreled column of hot, hard flesh—gleaming with pre-cum and sheer, undeniable desire.