Page 39 of Knot Enough
I panted, watching the erotic sight of Kane glide his tongue over my aching sex.
“More,” I whined.
Kane’s smile widened, and he continued the gentle licking.
My hips kept grinding toward his mouth, but he would back away each time I got a bit of relief.
“Fuck,” Axel growled gutturally. He reached under Kane and speared his fingers into my weeping core.
I jackknifed up. His fingers withdrew, glistening with my slick. He licked it off his fingers. A sharp sting radiated from my clit, and on its heels came a harsh suck that swelled my orgasm to life. I screamed, bucking against Kane’s mouth.He bit my clit!
I held Kane’s gaze as my pussy tightened so fucking much it hurt. The orgasm crashed into my body, stiffening every one ofmy limbs. Liquid sprayed across Kane’s face. Awe widened his eyes and was quickly replaced with satisfaction.
My head drooped and I couldn’t remain still as throbbing overwhelmed all senses. My pussy clenched around nothing, and I whimpered.
“Fuck,” Kane snarled. He rolled me to my belly and propped my hips up, spearing me on his cock. My channel gave way to his assault.
A wet suctioning sound was accompanied by me sliding down his shaft, seating me on him with the swell of his knot pressing against my clit. He stopped feeding me his cock, stilling.
Axel’s weight dipped the bed.
“Lift her to the side,” he rumbled.
Kane’s arms fastened around my midsection and the other over my breasts, and he maneuvered me to the edge of the bed so my feet dangled off. Axe stood next to Kane, whose grip slid up to the back of my neck, and he forced me down until my cheek pressed against the mattress.
“Keep her there, Oak,” Kane ordered.
Oak nuzzled into my neck from the side and hummed against my skin. His palm cupped my breast, and he grazed his thumb against my nipple. I cried out, and my pussy clenched around Kane. Tingles sparked through my lower back, and I gasped.
“Relax, honey,” Axel murmured and I couldn’t turn my head to watch him graze his fingers across my lower spine. He propped one foot on the edge of the mattress. Pressure expanded at the entrance of my pussy. I sucked in a harsh breath, trying to breathe through the stretch.
Axe carefully fed the tip of his cock next to Kane’s.
“More.” I moaned.
Axel snarled and slammed his cock in next to Kane’s, fitting both knots inside me. God, I felt too full, tooeverything. I wasabout to come. “Valerie,” he groaned. All of the air suctioned right out of my lungs, but it was too late; I couldn’t stop the orgasm.
I flung my head back, eyes watering from the onslaught of the thrusts. Throbs squeezed me around their knots, and I cried out, clawing at the mattress. The ringing in my ears abated enough for reality to slap me in the face, even as my sex clamped.
I went cold, tensing my fingers into the bedsheets.
“What did you call me?” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. I heard what he said, but he needed to confirm it.
Valerie is my sister. Why did he say her name?
I ripped myself forward and off their knots. The motion stole my breath, the pain spiking through my sex. With a whimper, I rolled to my back to glare at them.
“Valerie. Your name.”
A tear ruptured open in my chest.
He may as well have hit me.
He . . . he was with me because he thought I was Valerie?
“What’s wrong?” Kane cocked his head, eyes fastened on my face. He reached for me, and I avoided the hand reaching toward my chin. He frowned, grabbing my knee before I could roll away.
“Are you hurt?” Kane’s voice held a tone of confusion, but the order was in his voice. “Valerie.”
