Page 51 of Wrapped in Their Arms

They shifted closer,Burncurling against her back,Brightnuzzling her throat.Theyheld her close as the aftershocks pulsed through her, murmuring praise and sweet, dirty words in equal measure, their bodies wrapped around hers like a living cocoon.

And in that moment—wrapped in warmth, in strength, inthem—Noellefelt not just safe but desired.Wanted.

And maybe, just maybe… loved.

26

BRIGHT

Bright lay awake in the deep, silent dark, the air thick and heavy with the intoxicating perfume of their union—the musky scent of spent sex, the delicate fragrance of silk, and the warm, uniquely female aroma ofNoellethat was now imprinted on his very soul.Hersoft, pliant body was a living blanket of heat nestled securely between him andBurn, her breath a slow, even tide against his shoulder as sleep finally pulled her under.ButforBright, sleep was a distant country.Hismind was a riot, his blood still singing with the aftershocks of what they had just shared.

Finally, he andBurnhad shared a woman between them and it felt so right—sonatural.Evenwithout theTwin-Bond, it was clear the three of them were meant to be together.

To him,Noellefelt like home.

The thoughts drifted through his head, unbidden and utterly true, and he didn't try to push them away.He’dbeen fighting this feeling—this profound sense of rightness—since the moment he’d first seen her standing at the front of the classroom teaching aboutEarthholidays, her big brown eyes serious as she called the class to order.

But it was no use now—the fight was over.Aftercaressing every inch of her silken skin, after tasting her soft lips and sliding his fingers into the honeyed heat between her thighs…after hearing her raw, unfiltered cries of need and knowing it was him andBurn,together, who had wrung those beautiful, broken sounds from her…well, there was just no going back,Brightthought.Theirpath was set, and it led only to her.

He turned his head, studying her profile in the darkness.Kindredhad excellent night vision, so the pitch blackness didn’t bother him.

Her long lashes were delicate fans against the skin of her cheeks and her soft mouth was deliciously swollen from the kisses she’d shared with him andBurn.Onehand was curled trustingly beneath her chin, the other was splayed possessively over the hard, scarred planes ofBurn’schest, her fingers twitching slightly in her dreams.Evenin the vulnerable depths of sleep, she clung to them both, anchoring herself to their strength.

And wasn’t that the very core of what he wanted?Notjust frantic, mind-blowing sex.Notjust the white-hot rush of pleasure or the slick, gripping heat of her pussy around his cock—though he knew that would be amazing.Hewantedallof her.Thebright, unguarded sound of her laughter…the way she rolled her eyes whenBurngot too growly and serious…the way she opened herself to them both…and got them to open up in turn.TheDarkTwinnever would have admitted his past if she hadn’t coaxed it out of him.Noellehealed them both and made them whole—brought them closer to the bond they both craved.

Bright wanted to keep her safe, to wrap her in a fortress of his own making.Tohold her hand and be her calm in the storm.To?—

Love her.Iwant to love her.

The realization hit him like a physical blow to the chest, a sucker-punch of pure, terrifying certainty.Brightsucked in a sharp, quiet breath and closed his eyes, letting the truth of it settle deep into his bones, warming him from the inside out.

Yes—that’s what this was—this wild, impossible feeling.Hewas falling in love.Headover heels, irrevocably, stupidly in love.Andhe was pretty damn sureBurnwas tumbling right down after him—even if the big, brooding bastard would rather chew off his own hand than admit it out loud.

Not yet, anyway.

A faint, knowing smile touchedBright’slips as he remembered the night’s most potent moments.Theraw, untamed wayBurnhad kissed her—not with finesse, but with a desperate, claiming hunger.Thatdeep, possessive growl that had rumbled in theDarkTwin’sthroat when his big, calloused hand had slid over the perfect curve of her breast, his thumb rasping over a taut nipple whileNoelle’sback had arched between them as she offered herself completely.

AndNoelleherself—gods, she hadn’t held back a single thing.She’dmelted under their combined touch, her shy facade dissolving into a puddle of moans, gasps, and whispered pleas, their names a sacred prayer on her soft lips.

He felt his cock give a distinct, interested twitch against his thigh at the memory…the phantom sensation of her tight, wet heat against his fingers enough to stir him again.Buteven more erotic was his memory of their sharing—of watching asBurntouched her.

It had been the most profoundly erotic thingBrighthad ever witnessed—watching theDarkTwin’slarge, powerful hand disappear beneath the delicate silk of her negligee, his thick fingers working a slow, deliberate magic between her trembling thighs.ThewayNoellehad bucked her hips, a gasping, panting mess, trying in vain to maintain some shred of control, even as her body betrayed her with every shuddering whimper and the tell-tale scent of her feminine arousal soaking the air.

Bright nearly groaned, the memory a fresh wave of heat that rolled through him.Herecalled with perfect clarity the way her sweet, greedy little pussy had clenched and fluttered rhythmically aroundBurn’sthrusting fingers…her entire body seizing up, then dissolving into a series of helpless, exquisite tremors.She’dsobbed intoBright’smouth, her kiss messy and desperate, like she was pouring the overwhelming intensity of her release straight into him, and it had been the most fucking beautiful thing he’d ever experienced.

There had been no jealousy…no territorial rivalry.Onlya shared, breathless need that pulsed between the three of them as he andBurnbrought her to the brink together.

Bright loved sharing her—hecravedit.Heloved knowing thatBurn’srough, demanding hands could bring her to the same dizzying peaks of pleasure as his own more patient caresses.Thattogether, their contrasting styles created a symphony of sensation that could drive her higher, make her fall apart more completely, than either of them could ever manage alone.

It felt right.Itfeltdestined.Likethe three of them were jagged pieces of a whole, their edges aligning and locking together in waysBright’smind had never before had the capacity to imagine.

And gods, he wanted more.Somuch more.

He wanted to see her laid out bare and willing beneath them, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her body writhing and undulating, begging in broken syllables for more than just clever fingers and teasing mouths.Hewanted to sheath himself in her, to feel her inner pussy clamp down on his length whileBurnfilled her other entrance—the two of themClaimingher together—making her theirs in the most primal, undeniable way possible.Hewanted to feel their seed mix deep inside her as they came in her, to mark her as theirs forever.

But that would have to wait.

She was new to this, new to them.Herbody, though eager, was tender.Sheneeded rest.Theyall did, trapped in this metal cage.Andthe last thing he wanted was to rush something that felt so sacred…so fragile.