Page 8 of Wrapped in Their Arms

The long-range shuttle was sleek, silver, and surprisingly roomy.Noellehadn’t known what to expect when she agreed to travel withBrightandBurnto meet the mysteriousSeer, but it certainly hadn’t been a private spacecraft with chrome accents, wide doors, and—of all things—a plush interior.

“All the luggage is stowed in the rear cargo chamber,”Brightsaid, beaming as he led her up the ramp into the central cabin.“Andwelcome to our humble ride, my lady.”

“‘Humble’?”Noelleechoed, stepping inside.Thedoor whooshed shut behind her and sealed with a hiss.“Thisis nicer than my apartment onEarth.”

“Well, it’s a long-range shuttle,” he said modestly.“Soit’s built for comfort as well as travel.Comeon—I’llshow you around before takeoff.”

Burn was already up front, settling into the pilot’s seat.Hisdeep voice drifted back from the cockpit.

“You’ve got five minutes,Bright.Theship’s primed and theFold’salready open.”

Bright waved a hand.“Don’tworry.We’llbe strapped in before you can say ‘space-time fracture.’”

Noelle followed him through the open central walkway, which led to a compact but stylish galley with glowing counters, a living room with a long, low couch facing a viewing screen for entertainment, a curved glass fresher door, and finally, a bedroom with one massive bed dominating the space.

The bed was… enormous.

Noelle stopped in the doorway, blinking.

“Oh.That’s…really big,” she murmured.

It had to be at least ten feet across, with an intricate headboard and silky navy sheets.Therewere three plush pillows, two on either side and one in the center.Herthroat went a little dry.

Bright grinned.

“It’s made for three—soTwinKindredcan share their mate.Ofcourse,” he added, his tone innocent, “Wewon’t be sleeping here unless our mission takes longer than a day and a night.Butthat probably won’t happen.Foldingspace will get us toTherimFiveimmediately.”

“Right.Ofcourse,”Noelleechoed.

But her eyes were still locked on the bed.

She couldn’t help it…as she stared at it, her mind started forming ideas…and images.

Suddenly she wasn’t standing besideBrightin aKindredshuttle.Shewas in that bed—between the two huge warriors.

Bright would be all sunshine and teasing fingers, touching her gently, worshipfully, coaxing soft moans from her lips.Hismouth would trail kisses over her neck, down to her breasts, maybe even lower…

AndBurn?He’dbe behind her, solid and massive, the heat of his big body pressed against her back.Sheimagined him growling in that deep, hungry voice of his while his hands slid possessively around her waist… one rough palm cupping her full breast, the other slipping lower… cupping her pussy and stroking her clit whileBrightsucked her nipples as she moaned and writhed between them…

Dios.

Her thighs clenched and she realized her panties were getting wet.Shehad to stop this!

The image was so vivid it made her breath catch but she did her best to push it away.Shesqueezed her eyes shut and took a deep, calming breath.

Stop it,Noelle.Youare not going to be shared by two gorgeous alien warriors in a bed the size of a small moon.You’regoing on a spiritual quest.Withfriends.That’sall they are—just friends,she lectured herself.Hot, muscular, too-young-for-you friends…

Burn’s voice boomed from the cockpit, pulling her out of the fantasy.

“If the two of you are finished with the grand tour, it’s time to take off.TheMotherShipalready folded space for us and we need to get the fuck out of here.”

Bright shrugged.

“Guess that’s our cue.”Hetouched her elbow gently.“Comeon, my lady—we need to get strapped in.”

The cockpit had three seats arranged in a wide arc.Burnsat at the controls, all coiled power and focused intent, his big hands gripping the steering yoke like he was ready to tear space in half by sheer force of will.

Bright gestured forNoelleto take the center chair—the“bride seat,” as he called it.Ofcourse he did.