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She didn’t wait for an invitation.Shecrawled between them, her hair brushing their flat, muscular stomachs, and leaned forward.

She couldn’t take both fully into her mouth at once, so she used her lips and tongue to lavish attention on the twin crowns, licking and sucking at the slits, tasting their unique flavors of their mingling together.

Then she wrapped both her hands around the base of their combined shafts and began to move her mouth over them, taking first one head, then the other, then both as far as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

The sounds they made were her undoing.Bright’slow, shuddering groans of “Yes, my lady… oh,Gods…” mixed withBurn’srougher, more profane litany.

“That’s it, suck us both, baby… fuck, your pretty mouth…”

Noelle lost all sense of time, of place, of anything but the taste of them, the feel of their velvety heat sliding against her tongue, the sounds of their pleasure, and the building tension in their powerful bodies.Shecould feel their muscles coiling, their hips beginning to buck.

“Gonna come,Noelle…”Burngritted out, his hand fisting in her hair—not to force her, but to anchor himself.

“We’re close, sweetheart,”Brightgasped, his breathing ragged.“Ifyou don’t want to swallow, pull off now.”

ButNoelledidwant to swallow.Sheredoubled her efforts—sucking harder, stroking faster, wanting every last drop.

And at last, her men came for her.Withtwin, guttural roars that seemed to shake the very walls, they erupted in her mouth at the same time.

The first hot, salty spurts hit the back of her throat, followed by a seemingly endless flood.Asbefore,Burn’scream tasted like dark chocolate andBright’swas like salted caramel.

Noelle swallowed desperately, greedily—drinking them down as their cocks pulsed and jerked against her tongue, her own body clenching in a sympathetic, silent spasm of pure, visceral satisfaction.

When the last shudder had passed through them and the final drops had been milked by her diligent tongue, she slowly pulled back, panting, her lips swollen and glistening.Shelooked up at their faces, both warm with stunned, sated bliss.

Burn was the first to speak, his voice an awed whisper.

“Fucking hell, woman.”

Bright just reached for her, pulling her up and into a deep, languid kiss, sharing the taste of their mingled essence with her.Whenhe broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes full of a wonder that mirrored her own.

“Ours,” he breathed, making the word a vow.

And lying there between them, filled with their taste and surrounded by their heat,Noelleknew, with a certainty that eclipsed all her fear and doubt, that he was absolutely right.

She was theirs now—Burn’sandBright’s—and she never wanted that to change.

49

NOELLE

The first thing she felt was heat—warm, comforting heat pressed against both sides of her.Thesecond was the heavy, rhythmic sound of breathing—two distinct patterns, one deep and even, the other slower—almost a sleepy growl.

Noelle blinked her eyes open, the pale gold light of the room filtering through the gauzy curtains that hung from the high windows.Fora moment, she didn’t remember where she was—then it all came rushing back.

Her leaking breasts…BrightandBurnoffering to suck them…then the two of them tasting her and finally allowing her to suck them and swallow their cream.Thenfalling asleep, all tangled together in her bed.

They were still here, she saw—one to either side of her.Long, muscular bodies curled protectively against her own, their big arms draped over her waist and thighs.Noelle’snightgown had ridden up in the night, and now her bare thighs were tangled withBright’s, whileBurn’sbroad palm rested on her breast.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about what they’d done.Onone hand, she’d been in pain and had needed their help.Buton the other hand, she’d sucked them again too—and nobody had been forcing her this time.She?—

A loud banging on her door broke her train of thought and made her sit bolt upright, yanking the covers up to her chin.Herheart leapt into her throat as panic spiked through her chest.Thekind of cold, nauseating fear that came from knowing they weren’t supposed to be here—not all three of them in one bed.

“Who…who is it?”she called, her voice cracking with nerves.

Burn andBrightsat up instantly on either side of her, tension coiling in their broad shoulders like springs ready to snap.

“It’sCookie.Getyour ass up and get dressed!”barked a deep voice through the door.