Page 127 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
Kane’s hands slide over her waist, grounding her. Noel strokes her hair, murmuring soft praise.
I kiss my way to the place just beneath her collarbone, over her heart, where I can feel her pulse against my lips, and look up at her again.
She swallows, eyes bright. “Chris… please. Claim me.”
The world narrows to that single plea. I hold her gaze as I lean in, giving her every chance to pull away. She doesn’t. She lifts her chin and leans toward me.
I bite.
Not hard, just enough pressure for the bond to flare, bright and electric, lacing through both of us.
Hannah cries out softly, her whole body shuddering as she clings to me, to Kane, to Noel. Her pulse jumps under my teeth, her breath stuttering.
And inside me… it’s like a door I’ve kept bolted for years blows open all at once. Not another presence. Not another instinct. Justme, finally allowed to feel everything I’ve been holding back.
A rush of emotions slams through me: devotion, protectiveness, something fierce and absolute. I can sense the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with mine. The warmth of her body settles against me like she was always meant to fit there.
When I lift my mouth from her skin, she’s breathing hard, blinking up at me like she can’t quite process what just happened.
“Chris…” she whispers, voice shaking. “I feel like… like you’re inside me. Not physically—just… everywhere. Just like Noel and Kane.”
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “That’s because you’re ours now,” I say softly.
Kane’s voice is a low murmur behind her. “She’s glowing.”
She looks lit from within, trembling, flushed, breath soft and uneven. She’s wrapped in all of us and tinsel
She’s ours.
And now I finally feel like I’m hers.
She buries her face in my neck, breath warm against my skin. We’re still holding her up.
“Can we do this again?” she whispers, voice small and needy and so full of longing that it nearly floors me.
I inhale sharply, because the moment she asks, I can feel her arousal already flickering back to life, a slow bloom of heat rolling through her body, her scent thick and sweet.
She’s not done.
Not even close.
Kane chuckles softly against her shoulder. “Baby girl, you’re already begging, and I love it.”
Noel brushes a kiss against the side of her jaw. “You don’t have to ask for more. We’re not going anywhere.”
I tilt her chin up with gentle fingers so she has to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips swollen. “We’re yours,” I tell her quietly, every word steady and certain. “For a day. For a week. However long your heat lasts.”
Her breath catches.
“But right now,” Kane adds, voice velvet-smooth, “we need to give our cocks a minute or twenty to settle.”
“Then,” I promise, brushing my thumb over her lower lip, “you won’t see us coming.”
She shivers, smiling beautifully.
Kane nuzzles the back of her neck, breath hot. “We’re going to take you apart.”
Noel kisses her temple. “Piece by piece.”
