Page 126 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
She shudders, a full-body tremor that starts at her spine and ripples outward until she’s trembling between us. Her bound hands are still against my chest, her scent blooming so intensely I can barely think.
Kane lowers his mouth to the unmarked side of her neck, and her whole body tightens in anticipation.
He kisses first, slow, warm, claiming kisses down the arch of her throat, and she melts, her hips rolling faster.
Then Kane opens his mouth and bites.
Her sound, God, it cuts right through me. A strangled, desperate moan, guttural and need-soaked, her pussy tightening, her body arching violently as instinct floods her.
Noel groans beside us, his hand gripping the back of her head, steadying her. Kane holds her as she shakes, as her breath catches, his mouth still latched onto her.
A single red bead wells at the edge of Kane’s mark, slides down the line of her throat, gliding over her collarbone… lower… over the swell of her breast, catching the light before disappearing into the edge of her nipple.
“Mine,” Kane growls against her skin. “You’re mine now as well. Bound to me.”
Her answering sound is broken, overwhelmed, hungry.
I tighten my jaw, grounding into her with my hips. Her entire body trembles. She’s lost in the marking, beautifully lost.
I can barely breathe. Watching her be claimed, feeling her body respond with that wild, helpless surrender… it’s almost too much. My mark will come last. She’ll be mine when she’s ready, not a moment before. And that restraint nearly destroys me as I watch her unravel between us.
We move with her. Her sounds change, rising, breaking, turning into something so raw it punches the air out of me. Her body suddenly bows, yielding, tightening with frantic need. She clings to me, shaking.
“Hannah,” I whisper, my voice barely holding. “Sweetheart, let go. We’ve got you.”
And she does.
Her whole body shudders in a long, unstoppable wave, her cry tearing out of her as she convulses between us, Noel’s cock still deep in her mouth. Her breath stutters, her nails dig intomy chest, her thighs tremble violently. She’s beautiful like this, undone, unguarded, instinct taking the wheel and driving her straight into us.
She constricts my cock, and I’m not the only one hissing, but Kane is in heaven. Our little Omega is convulsing, floating on her orgasm.
It’s in that moment that Noel stiffens beside her, his breath slicing out of him in a low, choked groan. “Fuck!” Then he unleashes, and I watch her swallow his seed, some of it seeping out from the corner of her mouth, but she’s doing so well taking it all in.
Kane curses behind her, gripping her waist hard enough that his knuckles go white.
Her body’s reaction pulls us into a cascade, a chain reaction, primal and unavoidable, the three of us caught in the gravity of her release, our bodies answering hers without hesitation or restraint.
And just as Kane comes undone and pumps into her, I lose my grip and it all comes gushing out. I thrust deep into her, my cock throbbing. I’m growling with my release as I flood her with my cum.
Her breath hitches, her whole body going tight with anticipation.
Something inside me tightens the way a storm gathers, slowly at first, then suddenly everywhere. That deep, primal pull hits low in my gut, a pressure that builds with every breath. It’s heat meeting heat, instinct answering instinct, and it rolls through me with a force that wipes out thought. That’s the sensation of my knot swelling inside her, pushing against her, keeping us locked in. It’s overwhelming and perfect and terrifying in how right it feels, like a piece of me made to fit only her is finally snapping into place.
Kane has the same expression on his face as I’m feeling, as he’s locked inside her as well. Noel withdraws from her mouth, gasping for air.
“Fuck, I could do that again,” Noel murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
Hannah lets out a soft, breathless laugh, her body still trembling faintly, her forehead resting back against Kane’s shoulder as he holds her upright with gentle hands.
I push myself up from where I’d been bracing back on my hands, leaning in until her flushed face is inches from mine. She looks dazed, glowing, wrecked in the most beautiful way.
Her fingers brush my jaw. “That was… incredible,” she whispers, still struggling to catch her breath. “I feel like I’m floating. My head is still foggy.”
“You won’t float away,” I murmur, cupping the side of her neck as Kane steadies her from behind. “I’m going to bring you back down to us.”
Her gaze locks on mine.
I lower my mouth to her shoulder, kissing the curve where her skin is warm and soft. Slow kisses at first. Her breath hitches, and she tilts her head for me, exposing more of herself without hesitation.
