Chapter 84 Bright
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Gold and blue flames crackled in the firewall, casting dancing shadows across the living area of their shared suite. It was a stark contrast to the cold, brutal stone of Thune’s dungeon—a place of warmth and safety—a sanctuary they had carved out for themselves.
Bright sat on the deep, comfortable couch beside Burn, the silence between them not hostile, but heavy with the shared, unspoken weight of their failure to complete the Twin-Bond.
He had explained to his best friend that the old Seer had died and so now there was no chance for them at all.
No chance to form a bond…no chance to call a bride.
The small, twinkling Christmas tree in the corner seemed to mock their sorrow with its cheerful lights.
Then Noelle appeared from the hallway, a white towel wrapped around her lush curves. She stopped before them, her dark eyes luminous and filled with a determination that made Bright’s heart stutter in his chest.
“Mmm, and just what do you think you’re doing, baby?” Burn asked, his deep voice a low rumble of pure, undisguised lust that vibrated through the couch cushions.
Noelle didn’t answer with words. Instead, she smiled—a slow, sensual curve of her lips—and let the towel drop.
It pooled at her feet in a soft heap of white fabric, and Bright’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. By the gentle, multicolored glow of the Christmas tree, she looked like a goddess made flesh.
Gods, she’s so perfect—so beautiful.
Her long, dark hair was a wild, untamed cascade around her bare shoulders, framing a face flushed with purpose and desire.
Her body was a symphony of curves—the full, heavy swell of her breasts with their dusky, erect nipples…
the gentle slope of her belly…the generous sweep of her broad hips that flared from her waist, not to mention her luscious thick thighs.
The soft light gilded her skin, highlighting the delicate hollow of her navel and the shadowed junction of her thighs, where the dark, neat triangle of soft curls promised hidden treasures.
Bright’s hands itched with the immediate, primal need to touch her—to map every inch of that exquisite terrain with his palms and lips.
And his cock, which had been semi-aroused just by her presence, hardened to a painful, aching throb against his thigh as the vivid, shameful, yet unbearably hot memories of the playroom flooded him—the feel of her tight channel milking him dry…
the sight of her taking Burn’s thicker shaft so deep…
the sounds of her pleasure and pain mingling into one.
“What I’m doing is helping the two of you to form a Twin-Bond,” Noelle purred, her voice a husky promise that went straight to his groin.
Bright and Burn exchanged a look, identical frowns creasing their brows. The hope that flickered in Bright’s chest was immediately tempered by cold, hard reality.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked gently. “I thought I told you—the old Seer who was going to help us on Therim Five died. Any chance we had of forming a Twin-Bond is lost to us now.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Noelle shook her head firmly, her dark hair swaying with the movement.
“You two told me the Kindred Goddess herself sent you to come get me. That must mean she expects the three of us to stay together which must further mean that she’s going to allow the two of you to Bond with me. ”
“I don’t know about that, baby.” Burn sounded deeply skeptical, though his gaze was locked on the way her nipples had tightened into tight peaks in the cool air.
“Well, I know.” Noelle’s certainty seemed absolute.
She came over to them, a fluid, graceful approach that ended with her straddling one of Burn’s thick, muscular thighs.
She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against the broad, scarred plane of his chest, and captured the Dark Twin’s mouth in a deep, searching kiss.
Bright watched, mesmerized, his own breath coming faster. Gods, he loved to watch his best friend with their woman! It was so fucking hot.
The sight of Noelle’s warm, curvy body draped over Burn’s much bigger, harder one…
the way her slender fingers tangled in his short, black hair…
the raw, possessive way Burn’s big hands came up to grip her hips—it was a scene of pure, unadulterated desire.
Bright could smell her scent—the clean soap from her shower now layered with the sweet, ripe fragrance of her feminine arousal—and it made his mouth water.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked her when the kiss finally broke, their lips parting with a soft, wet sound.
Noelle turned her head to smile at him archly, her eyes glinting with a secret.
“I’m so sure that I just drank a whole vial of Bonding Fruit juice—the extra concentrated kind.”
The statement landed like a physical blow. Burn and Bright exchanged another glance, this one filled with immediate, sharp concern. The playful lust vanished, replaced by protective alarm.
“I don’t think you should have done that, baby,” Burn said, his frown deepening as he looked up at her. His hands, which had been gripping her hips, now stroked her sides in a soothing gesture. “See, we can’t Bond with you unless we can form the Twin-Bond. And the only way to do that is to—”
“—merge our shafts together—which is something we can’t do because we’re not really brothers,” Bright finished for him, his voice grim. The old wound—the fundamental flaw in their partnership—ached all over again.
“How do you know you can’t merge your shafts together?” Noelle asked, her tone challenging. She shifted on Burn’s lap, deliberately grinding her bare pussy down against the hard ridge of his erection straining against his trousers. The movement made both warriors groan. “Have you even tried?”
“Well…no.” Bright frowned, thrown by the simple, logical question. “But there’s no point in trying—we know we can’t because we’re not really brothers. The DNA resonance isn’t there.”
“I think you ought to try,” Noelle insisted, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
Then she moaned softly, a genuine sound of need, and rubbed her palms over her own breasts, teasing them and pinching her nipples.
“Oh, I think I feel the Bonding Fruit juice working—I feel so empty. I need you both, deep inside me.”
Bright and Burn exchanged another look, this one longer and more considering. The sight of their woman in distress—her curvy body already responding to the powerful aphrodisiac—was a call to action they couldn’t ignore.
“I do have that bonding frame I got in the bedroom,” Bright said slowly, an idea forming in his head. “I got it after we met that Seer, hoping…well.” He shrugged, trailing off. It was obvious what he’d hoped for—something he was now almost sure was impossible. But was it really?
The ornate, padded leather frame had sat, gathering dust in the corner of their bedchamber for ages—a monument to a failed dream. But he could never bear to get rid of it—even during the long, cold days when Burn wasn’t talking to him.
“Well…” Burn frowned thoughtfully.
He looked down at Noelle, at the desperate hunger in her eyes and the way her inner thighs were already glistening with her juices. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over her tight nipple, and she arched into his touch with a broken little cry.
“I guess we could try,” he said at last. “Even if we can’t merge our shafts, we could still fill our lady. Even if we can’t Bond with her, we can still satisfy her that way.”
Bright gave him a serious look, the weight of the moment settling over them.
“You’d do that with me? Press your shaft fully to mine so we can enter Noelle at the same time?” The intimacy of the act, even without the mystical merging, was profound.
Burn met his gaze, his dark eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness and a love that had survived both betrayal and Hell. He nodded once, a sharp, decisive motion.
“I’ll do anything I have to for the woman we both love.”
Noelle moaned again, louder this time, her body beginning to tremble. She rocked against Burn, her slickness surely soaking through his trousers. “Dios, please… I need you both in me now…”
“Gods, I think she took too much of the Bonding Fruit juice,” Bright murmured, his concern spiking.
Noelle’s pupils were fully dilated and her skin was flushed with a feverish heat. The juice was meant to facilitate the Bonding, to prepare a female’s body, but an entire concentrated vial… well, the effects could be easily overwhelming.
“We need to tend to her. Now,” he said.
“Yes, we fucking do,” Burn agreed, his voice rough with a mixture of worry and desire.
He stood easily, lifting Noelle in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She clung to him, nuzzling his neck, begging softly for them to fill her.
“Let’s bring her into the bedroom,” he said.