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Her heart pounded as she stepped out and wrapped a soft white towel around herself.Shecaught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror—damp black hair clinging to her shoulders, flushed cheeks, eyes shining with something she almost didn’t dare to name.

It wasn’t fear or nerves—it was hope and readiness, she thought.

When she padded back out into the suite, the lights were low.BurnandBrightsat close together on the oversized couch, their massive forms relaxed at last, shoulders touching.Burn’sthick arm was slung aroundBright’sshoulders, and theLightTwinleaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Their heads turned in unison when they saw her.

“Well, hello, boys,”Noellesaid softly.

Their gazes locked on her, twin flames of hazel and midnight flickering to life as she stepped into the room.

Here goes nothing,she thought—and let the towel drop.

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BRIGHT

Gold and blue flames crackled in the firewall, casting dancing shadows across the living area of their shared suite.Itwas a stark contrast to the cold, brutal stone ofThune’sdungeon—a place of warmth and safety—a sanctuary they had carved out for themselves.

Bright sat on the deep, comfortable couch besideBurn, the silence between them not hostile, but heavy with the shared, unspoken weight of their failure to complete theTwin-Bond.Hehad explained to his best friend that the oldSeerhad died and so now there was no chance for them at all.Nochance to form a bond…no chance to call a bride.Thesmall, twinklingChristmastree in the corner seemed to mock their sorrow with its cheerful lights.

ThenNoelleappeared from the hallway, a white towel wrapped around her lush curves.Shestopped before them, her dark eyes luminous and filled with a determination that madeBright’sheart stutter in his chest.

“Mmm, and just what do you think you’re doing, baby?”Burnasked, his deep voice a low rumble of pure, undisguised lust that vibrated through the couch cushions.

Noelle didn’t answer with words.Instead, she smiled—a slow, sensual curve of her lips—and let the towel drop.

It pooled at her feet in a soft heap of white fabric, andBright’seyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat.Bythe gentle, multicolored glow of theChristmastree, she looked like a goddess made flesh.

Gods, she’s so perfect—so beautiful.

Her long, dark hair was a wild, untamed cascade around her bare shoulders, framing a face flushed with purpose and desire.Herbody was a symphony of curves—the full, heavy swell of her breasts with their dusky, erect nipples…the gentle slope of her belly…the generous sweep of her broad hips that flared from her waist, not to mention her luscious thick thighs.

The soft light gilded her skin, highlighting the delicate hollow of her navel and the shadowed junction of her thighs, where the dark, neat triangle of soft curls promised hidden treasures.

Bright’s hands itched with the immediate, primal need to touch her—to map every inch of that exquisite terrain with his palms and lips.Andhis cock, which had been semi-aroused just by her presence, hardened to a painful, aching throb against his thigh as the vivid, shameful, yet unbearably hot memories of the playroom flooded him—the feel of her tight channel milking him dry…the sight of her takingBurn’sthicker shaft so deep…the sounds of her pleasure and pain mingling into one.

“WhatI’mdoingis helping the two of you to form aTwin-Bond,”Noellepurred, her voice a husky promise that went straight to his groin.

Bright andBurnexchanged a look, identical frowns creasing their brows.Thehope that flickered inBright’schest was immediately tempered by cold, hard reality.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”he asked gently.“IthoughtItold you—the oldSeerwho was going to help us onTherimFivedied.Anychance we had of forming aTwin-Bondis lost to us now.”

“That doesn’t matter,”Noelleshook her head firmly, her dark hair swaying with the movement.“Youtwo told me theKindredGoddessherselfsent you to come get me.Thatmustmean she expects the three of us to stay together which mustfurthermean that she’s going to allow the two of you toBondwith me.”

“I don’t know about that, baby.”Burnsounded deeply skeptical, though his gaze was locked on the way her nipples had tightened into tight peaks in the cool air.

“Well,Iknow.”Noelle’scertainty seemed absolute.Shecame over to them, a fluid, graceful approach that ended with her straddling one ofBurn’sthick, muscular thighs.Sheleaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against the broad, scarred plane of his chest, and captured theDarkTwin’smouth in a deep, searching kiss.

Bright watched, mesmerized, his own breath coming faster.Gods, he loved to watch his best friend with their woman!Itwas so fuckinghot.

The sight ofNoelle’swarm, curvy body draped overBurn’smuch bigger, harder one…the way her slender fingers tangled in his short, black hair…the raw, possessive wayBurn’sbig hands came up to grip her hips—it was a scene of pure, unadulterated desire.Brightcould smell her scent—the clean soap from her shower now layered with the sweet, ripe fragrance of her feminine arousal—and it made his mouth water.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”he asked her when the kiss finally broke, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound.

Noelle turned her head to smile at him archly, her eyes glinting with a secret.

“I’msosure thatIjust drank a whole vial ofBondingFruitjuice—the extra concentrated kind.”