Page 87 of Wrapped in Their Arms

Before she could answer,Burn’shungry gaze dropped to her chest.

“Do you need us to suck your nipples again?”

The offer sent a fresh, anticipatory thrum through her oversensitive nerves.Theidea of their mouths on her again, even after the intensity of what they’d just done, was irresistibly tempting.

“I…Iguess it couldn’t hurt,”Noelleconfessed, her voice barely a whisper.

She watched, mesmerized, as they moved in unison, like two halves of a single, beautiful machine.Theyeach took a nipple into their mouths—Bright’ssuction returning to its gentle, coaxing pull andBurn’sto its deep, greedy claim.

The dual sensation was less about urgent relief now and more about pure, unadulterated pleasure.Sparksskated along her nerve endings, pooling low in her belly, making her clench helplessly.

Her body felt better, truly healed, but a new, different thirst was making itself known.Herthroat was parched, and as the sweet pleasure rushed through her, her mind drifted back to the auction block, to the shocking, primal taste of their seed flooding her mouth.Ithad been salty, sweet and perfect.Eventhe memory made her own mouth water with a desperate, embarrassing craving.

When the two of them finally let her tight, wet nipples slip from their lips with soft, wet sounds, she noticed what she had been too distracted to see earlier.Bothmen had prominent, straining tents in their loose sleep trousers.Theevidence of their unsated need was impossible to miss.

Bright let out a slow, controlled breath.

“Well,Iguess we should go,” he said, his voice thick with reluctance.

Panic, sharp and sudden, lanced throughNoelle.Thethought of them leaving—of this intimate little bubble popping—was somehow unbearable.

“Wait—don’t go yet.”Shebegged, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

Burn’s dark blue eyes, heavy with lust, fixed on her.

“Why baby—you want us to stay for some reason?”he rumbled.

Her heart hammered againstNoelle’sribs as shame and desire warred inside her.Thiswas it—she had to be brave.

“Yes…” she breathed.

Slowly, tentatively, she reached out, placing one trembling hand on the huge, hard bulge inBurn’spajama bottoms.Theheat and solidity of him beneath the thin fabric made her bite her lip.Emboldened, she laid her other hand on the equally impressive bulge inBright’ssleep trousers.

“I just thought…since the two of you helped me, maybe you might want me to help you too,” she said softly.

Bright’s brow furrowed instantly.

“My lady, you don’t have to do this—you don’t have to suck us because we tasted you.It’sour pleasure to taste your sweet pussy.”

“Bright’s right,”Burngrowled, though his hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust against her palm.“Kindredneedto taste their woman’s pussy.It’sin our fuckingDNA.Youdon’t owe us a damn thing.”

Noelle shook her head, frustration and desire warring within her.

“No, you don’t understand.Idon’t justwantto suck you…Ikind ofneedto.”Shedropped her face into her hands, a groan of utter mortification escaping her.“Dios, this is so embarrassing!Ifeel like some kind of…of nymphomaniac!”

“Don’t be embarrassed,”Brightsaid, his voice softening as he gently pulled her hands away from her face.“Justtell us what you need and we’ll try to give it to you.”

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze, thenBurn’s.

“I need…Ireally doneedto suck you.Bothof you,” she whispered, the confession feeling both terrifying and liberating.“Ineed to taste your cum again—your seed.Yourcream—whatever you call it.Ican’t stop thinking about it and my throat is sodry.”

A dark, pleased smile spread acrossBurn’sface.

“Mmm, baby—Idon’t mind.”Hewas already pushing his sleep trousers down over his lean hips, baring his long, thick, beautifully veined shaft.Itstood proud and rigid, the broad, mushroom-shaped head already beading with a drop of clear pre-cum.

Noelle’s mouth watered at the sight, her own need coiling tighter.

ThenBrightdid the same, revealing his own impressive erection, perhaps a fraction less thick but just as long, elegant and proud.