Page 82 of Wrapped in Their Arms

It was a relief so profound it was almost spiritual, and a pleasure so intense it was nearly sinful.

Noelle moaned, long and low, her back arching off the bed, pushing her breasts deeper into their mouths.Thefeeling was incredible—a direct line of intense desire that shot from her sensitized nipples straight down to her already-throbbing pussy, which clenched around nothing in a sudden, desperate pulse of need.

Maybe her scent changed…or maybe it was just obvious by the way she was moaning and arching between them, but it was clear that the twoKindredpicked up on the changes in her body.

Burn pulled back for a moment, his lips glistening with a sheen of nectar.

“You like that, baby?”he growled softly.“Youlike it whenBrightandIshare you?Whenwe suck your sweet nipples together?”

“Yes!”Noellemoaned, the confession torn from her, her hips making a small, helpless circle against the sheets.“Itfeels…feels so good!”she admitted.

Bright looked up, his eyes dark with a mixture of care and desire.

“I’m glad you’re starting to feel better, sweetheart,” he murmured against her damp skin, the words a hot puff of air that made her shiver.

“Somuch better,”Noelleassured him, her voice trembling.“Please…don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop until it’s all gone,”Burnpromised, his gaze locked with hers in a dark vow.Thenboth of them lowered their heads and began to suck again, their rhythm falling into a matching pull-and-release that had her writhing beneath them.

The dual sensations were overwhelming.Bright’sgentle, persistent suction andBurn’sfierce pulls worked in tandem, draining the sweet ache from her breasts and replacing it with a building, coiling tension lower down.

Her pussy grew impossibly slick, swelling with need and becoming so sensitive that the intense sensations were almost too much to bear.Shepressed her thighs together tightly, trying to stifle the deep, empty ache, but the pressure only intensified the desperate throbbing.

A sharp, frustrated gasp tore from her throat, and her legs sprang apart of their own volition.Dios, that hurt!

At once,Brightwas concerned, pulling his mouth from her breast with a soft, wet sound.

“What’s wrong, my lady?”he asked, his brow furrowed.“Didwe hurt you?”

“No,”Noellebreathed, shaking her head, a fresh wave of heat flushing her cheeks.“It’snot my breasts this time…it’s…”Shebit her lower lip, mortified, unsure how to articulate the strange, urgent hunger coiling in her belly.

“It’s what?Wheredo you hurt?”Brightasked, his confusion evident as he scanned her body.

“It’s her soft little pussy,”Burngrowled, answering for her, his voice thick and knowing.Hiseyes had moved from her breasts and were now fixed on the junction of her thighs.“She’sin need,Bright—just smell her scent.It’sfucking dripping from her,” he added.

“In need, what do you mean?”Noelleasked, her voice small, looking between their intense faces with uncertainty.

“I mean, your little pussy is all hot and wet and needs attention.Doesn’tshe?”Burndemanded.

“I…um…”Utterlyembarrassed,Noelletried to pull her knees together, to hide the undeniable evidence of her desire from their penetrating gazes.

“No, sweetheart, let us see you,”Brightsaid gently, but with a firm, unyielding sternness that brooked no argument.Hishand, so much larger and warmer than her own, settled on her knee.

Nibbling her lower lip, her entire body trembling with a mixture of shame and raw anticipation,Noelleallowed him to gently part her legs—to spread her thighs wide open, exposing her most intimate self to their view.

“Gods,”Burnswore, his deep voice hoarse with lust.“Lookhow fucking wet she is!She’sgleaming.”

Bright’s gaze was equally rapt, though more clinical.

“And how swollen,” he noted, a frown of concern creasing his brow.“Didn’tthat orange dwarf say that you might become hyper-sexual if you skipped the second fertility treatment?”he askedNoelle.

She shook her head, the memory hazy through the fog of pleasure and need.

“Ithinkso.Butwhat does that mean?”

“It means your soft little pussy needs to be tended to—like we tended to you last night,”Burngrowled, his voice dropping to a possessive rumble.“Youneed to come, baby.Youneed it bad.”

He reached out, his calloused fingers aiming to cup her mound, but the moment his rough skin made contact, she moaned and jerked away violently.Thesensation was simply too abrasive—too much.