Page 52 of Wrapped in Their Arms

We’ll get there, sweetheart,he promised silently, reaching out to gently brush a strand of dark, silken hair from her damp temple.Whenyou’re ready, we’ll get there.

His heart felt so full it was a physical ache, a sweet, heavy pressure behind his ribs.

He’d never expected this.Nothere.Notlike this.Theywere prisoners, locked in a sterile alien cell, stripped of their freedom, their weapons, their very dignity.Andyet… this was where fate, in its infinite and mysterious wisdom, had brought them.Here, in the absolute worst of circumstances, he’d found the woman who made the fractured pieces of his soul feel whole and mended.

AndBurn…Brightturned his head slightly, his gaze shifting to the other warrior sleeping like a felled giant beside her.Burn’sface, so often a mask of grim endurance, was relaxed, unguarded in sleep—the harsh lines smoothed away.Hisbreathing was a deep, slow rhythm, and one of his big hands was still resting possessively betweenNoelle’slegs, as if even in unconsciousness he was keeping watch over her.

Yes,Brightthought, a surge of fierce affection warming his chest.Hefeels it too.

He could see it in the wayBurnlooked at her when he thought no one was watching—like she was a miracle, something precious and breakable that he’d kill to protect.Hecould feel it in the way theDarkTwin’stouch—usually so brutal and efficient—had softened to a gentle caress.Hecould hear it in the wayBurnhad murmured against her sweat-slicked skin, calling her ‘baby’ in that deep, gravely voice of his, the endearment sounding like a vow.Burnwas already halfway gone, his formidable walls crumbling to dust.

AndBright?

He was all the way there.He’djumped off the cliff without a second thought.

He let out a soft, contented sigh and closed his eyes, pressing in closer toNoelle’ssoothing warmth, inhaling her scent, letting it anchor him to this moment…to this feeling.

No matter what happens tomorrow, no matter what fresh hell awaits us outside this cell,he vowed silently into the dark,we’ll stay together.I’llfight for us.I’llburn worlds for her.

He would tear down the stars for what he andBurnhad withNoelle.Becausesome things, once found, are worth any fight…any price.

AndNoelle, sleeping peacefully between them, was everything.

27

BURN

Burn drifted under again, the thin veneer of consciousness dissolving as he slid down into that thick, velvety dark where dreams hooked their claws into him before he had the chance to fight them off.Itwas a vulnerable state he usually hated, a landscape haunted by ghosts and the metallic taste of old blood.

But this time… it wasn’t the past waiting for him.

It was her.

Noelle.

Her scent—sweet, warm, and rich with that new, intoxicatingly fertile edge that drove his primal instincts into a frenzy—curled around him even in sleep.Itwrapped around his mind like soft, insistent fingers, tugging him deeper into the fantasy, urging him closer to her soft, curvy body.

In the dream, she was laid out between him andBrighton a bed of rumpled silk, her skin glowing with a soft, internal heat as she reached for both of them.Shewas begging them to share her…to take her together.

Burn felt himself harden instantly—a thick, heavy ache between his legs that was both pleasure and pain, and gods, he didn’t even try to stop it.Whyshould he?Dreamswere the one place where he didn’t have to chain the beast inside him up, didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t absolutely fucking starving for the taste of her, the feel of her, every single second of the fucking day.

In the hazy, golden light of the dream,Noellearched her back, a slow, sinuous roll of her hips that made the silk of her nightgown slither even higher over the soft skin of her luscious, thick thighs.Shemoaned with need—a soft, desperate sound—andBurnswore he could feel her desire calling directly to the savage part of his soul.

Bright moved first.TheLightTwin’shands, strong and sure, slid over the graceful curve ofNoelle’ships, guiding her thighs apart, settling himself between them like he was claiming his rightful place.Burnwatched—helpless and hungry—asBrightleaned over her, his mouth hovering just above the triangle of silk that covered her soft little pussy.Thenhe tugged the fabric aside and tasted her, lapping gently at her sweet slit as she arched and bucked for him.

Burn was dreaming.Heknewhe was dreaming.Butfuck, it looked real enough that a bolt of pure, undiluted heat shot through him.Hecouldn’t stop watchingBright’sbig hands gripping the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his expression one of desperate hunger as he tasted the woman they both wanted so much.

Noelle moaned softly in the dream—a sound of pure want—tossing her head to the side, andBurnfelt the soft sound of desire like a spark traveling the length of his spine, setting every nerve ending alight.Heloved hearing her moan and knowing how much she wanted this.

Bright said something—Burncouldn’t hear the words, only the tone which was low and rough with desire.Noelleanswered him with another trembling gasp, her back bowing off the bed, her fingers twisting and digging into the rumpled sheets.

Burn’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his short nails biting into his own palms.Gods, helovedwatchingBrighttouch her…loved the stark contrast of his best friend’s big hands on her lush body.Heloved the idea of the two of them taking care of her together, surrounding her, overwhelming her with sensation.

He loved imagining howNoellewould look—how she wouldfeel, with both of them working her at once.Brightwould be soft and sweet, coaxing shivering sighs with his tongue, whileBurnwould be deep and demanding, filling her tight, clutching pussy with the brutal, steady rhythm of his hips.She’dcome apart so beautifully between them, moaning for both of them.

The dream shifted, the perspective twisting.

Bright had moved aside slightly, not retreating, but making space—givingBurna place right beside him, inviting him into the intimacy.