Page 125 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
I take a seat on the platform next to her, leaning against the cushions, and hold out my hand to her. “Come here, sweetheart. Climb on.”
She moves eagerly, straddling my lap, and I line myself up with her entrance.
She’s drenched as I slide in easily despite my size, and we both groan at the sensation of finally being connected. She has her breasts against my chest, her bound wrists between us.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly.”
She starts to move faster, rising and falling on me, and I’m in absolute heaven watching her.
Kane and Noel are staring too, hands moving over her body, one on either side of her. That’s when Kane maneuvers to kneel behind her, his broad chest pressing against her back, his mouth near her ear. “Are you ready for more, baby girl? Think you can handle both of us at the same time?”
His hands slide down to her ass, gripping and kneading the flesh, spreading her open. I sense her body tensing slightly. “Let me ease you into it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, riding me harder. “Please, yes, I like when you touch me there.”
“What about when I push a finger in?” Kane asks.
She moans so loudly that her pussy squeezes my cock, and I’m hissing.
Noel’s palm cradles the back of her neck, thumb stroking slowly along her hairline. “Look at you,” he murmurs against her temple, voice thick. “You’re perfect like this.” She shivers, the kind that rolls through her whole body, and presses closer to me as if her body is choosing instinctively.
“We’re making you ours today,” Noel states.
“It’s exactly what I want,” she breathes, and I feel every part of her melt at those words, like choosing us has freed her of something heavy she’s been carrying for years.
I grip her hips more firmly. “Easy, gorgeous,” I murmur against her shoulder. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
Noel cups her jaw and turns her face toward him. Their mouths meet, deep, claiming, hungry, a kiss that draws a low sound out of me even though I’m not the one kissing her. She’s beautiful like this. Untethered. Letting herself fall. Letting herself be held.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” Kane says, shifting behind her, clearly moving his cock to her rear entrance.
She pauses riding me and exhales loudly. Her hands rest against my chest for balance, and I lean back on mine, giving the guys time to find their place. She trembles, and every breath she gives is another plea she can’t put into words.
Noel kisses her again, slower this time, reverent. “Look at her,” he says against her lips. “She’s letting go.”
“Ready for me, baby girl?” Kane asks, and as she nods, he pushes into her. I can tell by how tense she is against me. Her breath hitches, her whole body going tight with anticipation, and I feel it in my own chest, like someone hooked a wire around my ribs and pulled.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kane grunts, but there’s no rush. We wait as he works his way into her ass, slow motions in and out, and she’s purring again. Hell, I love when she makes those sounds. Then the three of us are moving, her riding me, me lifting my hips to meet her for each thrust.
Kane’s hands slide higher, bracketing her ribs, steadying her when she sways. “Beautiful,” he says, voice rough. “Every little sound you make drives us insane. And now we’re going to fuck you, knot you until you’re full. Then we’ll start again.”
She tries to speak, but it comes out as a soft cry, her hands reaching out for Noel’s cock, as he’s still standing alongside us. I wrap my arms around her waist. Every part of her is shaking from being so completely surrounded, so thoroughly wanted, so deeply claimed.
“Let it happen,” I whisper into her hair. “We’re right here. All of us. You’re not alone.”
Then Noel guides his cock into her opening mouth, his hand at the back of her head, fisting her hair, and moving in closer, until she perfectly has three erections inside her.
Her breath breaks into a whimper, her body bowing between us, and the three of us move in unspoken synchronization, bodies grinding, each of us fucking her in a protective, possessive way.
“She’s incredible like this,” Noel grunts.
Kane leans in, brushing her shoulder with his mouth. “Ours,” he murmurs, voice shaking slightly. “She’s ours.”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” I say.
Her entire body softens at that, every resistance melting out of her until she’s nothing but need and surrender and pure Omega instinct.
Kane brushes her hair over one shoulder with slow deliberation, exposing the curve of her neck. “You let Noel mark you last night,” he murmurs. “I bet you took it so sweetly.” His hand slides around her breasts, holding her steady. “Now it’s my turn.”
