Page 64 of Wrapped in Their Arms

This kind of intimacy was new, but the trust between them was tried and true.Itdidn't botherBrightto have his bare shaft touchingBurn’s—it was just another form of their closeness—another shared trial.Besides, if they were ever able to form theTwin-Bond, their shafts would have to fuse in order toBondtheir female to them.Sothis wasn’t so unusual.

He saw the same acceptance and the same grim resolve reflected inBurn’sdark eyes.Therewas no disgust, only a shared, furious determination to survive this humiliation and protectNoelle.

They nodded at each other, a mutual, silent consent.

Then, moving in unison, they angled their hips.Thebroad, slick heads of their shafts met, rubbing together with a soft, wet sound that seemed loud and lurid in the sudden hush of the auction hall.

Bright clenched his jaw.Thecontact was electric—a strange and potent friction that amplified the heat coursing through his veins.Hecould feel the solid, living weight ofBurnagainst him—the proof of his best friend’s parallel arousal.

"Good!Nowsuck them both—hurry up!"the auctioneer commandedNoelle, her patience clearly at an end.

Noelle looked up at the two of them, her eyes wide, taking in the sight of the two thick, rigid lengths pressed together.Shesought their eyes again, one after the other, a final plea for permission in this escalating madness.

They both nodded as one.

Yes.It’sall right—we’re all in this together.

A strange sense of calm seemed to settle overNoellethen.Sheleaned forward, her soft pink tongue darting out.Shedidn't try to take one and then the other—instead, she worshiped them as a pair.

As the two of them watched, she licked a slow, torturous path around the crown ofBright’sshaft, then swirled her tongue over the head ofBurn’s, tasting them both, mixing their pre-cum with the tip of her little pink tongue.Thenshe opened her lips, trying to fit as much of both of them as she could inside her hot, wet mouth.

It was impossible to take them fully, but she tried—her lips stretched wide, her tongue working frantically to lap and suck at the twin pillars of flesh.

Bright knew he shouldn’t enjoy this but he couldn’t help it—he was in heaven as he watchedNoelle’serotic performance.Hersweet little mouth was so soft…so hot and eager.Andthe sight of her, so beautiful, curvy, and submissive on her knees, giving them both pleasure at the same time, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

The added friction ofBurn’sshaft sliding against his own with every movement of her tongue sent sparks of sensation shooting through him that he’d never known were possible.

And he wasn’t the only one affected.Hecould hearBurn’sragged breathing, could feel the tremors in the other male’s shoulder where it pressed against his own.Theywere connected in this—bound by shared pleasure and shared defiance.

The pressure built—a tight, coiling spring deep inBright’sgut.Theworld narrowed to the feeling ofNoelle’smouth…the scent of her hair…the heat ofBurn’sskin against his.Hewas close, soclose—teetering on the very edge of release.Hewas about to let go, to pour his pleasure into her waiting mouth when?—

"Enough!”

The auctioneer’s sharp, dismissive voice cut through the haze of his pleasure like a shard of ice.

“That’s enough!”she declared.“Surelyyou’ve seen all you need to see.”

“No, we haven’t.”Thethree headedTrolloxleaned forward, its middle head leering eagerly.“Wewant to see her make them comeandswallow their seed.”

Gods…Brightshook his head.Wouldthey really have to do that toNoelle?Haveto watch her swallow both their seed?

He had a feeling they would.

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BURN

Burn stood rigid, the broad, slick head of his cock pressed firmly againstBright’s.Thecontact between them was a live wire—a strange, electric friction that sent jolts of pure sensation straight up his spine.

Fuck.He’dshared everything withBright—blood, sweat, the cold floor of a prison cell—but he’d never dreamed their seed might mingle like this, in the mouth of a woman they both… fuck, what did they feel for her?

It was too complicated to name, but the raw, possessive need was simple enough.

His initial instinct had been rage at the violation—at the auctioneer’s smug face and the crowd’s hungry eyes.Butthat fury was rapidly being burned away by a hotter, more primal fire.Hisgaze dropped toNoelle, kneeling before them, and all coherent thought scattered.

Her scent was an intoxicating cloud of pure, feminine lust.Therewas no fear in it now, only a deep, hot arousal so potent it made his head spin.Hereyes, when she looked up at them, were soft and hazy—the pupils full and dark—dilated with need.

Her breathing was shallow—little panting breaths that made her exposed breasts—pushed high by the shimmering green gown—rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm.Hernipples were tight, dark points of desire, begging for a mouth…for a tongue…for the teasing nip of his teeth.