Page 121 of Tangled in Knots

The snick of the knife closing makes me flinch, and Kane purrs to help me relax. I never would have imagined him on his knees, purring as he promises me things I didn’t think were possible.

The cool wood of the knife touches my pussy, and I gasp as I feel the way he’s collecting my slick.

“You’re so damn wet, your pussy is begging to come. If only you could see yourself, baby, goddamn,” he groans as if inprayer. “Your clit is so swollen, and I can’t ignore how much you need to be touched.”

The hilt of the blade rubs over my clit, my hips jerking forward for more. The noises emitting from me should be illegal, and the entire locker room smells like Kane and I.

“Feel how nice and hard the handle is, baby,” he says. “Fuck yeah, you want more, but this is what you get, sweetness.”

“Harder,” I beg, my head thrashing already as he steadily rubs my bundle of nerve endings.

Slowly he gives me more until my legs begin to tremble.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Do you need my fingers buried in your pussy to come, or can you do it like this?”

There’s something strangely intimate about this. Our rasping breaths are syncing, my body heating up until sweat beads on my skin to match Kane’s blood streaked sweaty chest.

Thoughts are really hard, and Kane keeps asking me questions!

“What?” I gasp, crying out as I shudder. Slowly, I understand what he means as he rocks his knuckles through my arousal. “I don’t…”

My pussy spasms so hard, I have to clamp my lips down on a half scream. Shit, I guess I have my answer then.

“Yes, Kane, please,” I whine, knowing how needy I sound.

“I’ll give you fucking everything if you say my name like that again,” he groans, pushing thick fingers inside my slick channel.

“That…yes,” I cry out. I force myself to just feel. I will not allow my mind to overthink this.

“Good girl,” Kane growls. “You’re strangling my fingers so good, baby.”

I don’t know how he’s able to work me over so well with both his fingers and the handle, but it feels too good to care. The alpha is still gripping my hair tightly as if he’s afraid I’ll run away, but I need to come too much to move from this spot.

My body feels like a tightly strung bow, begging to be released. I’m closer and closer to exploding for the alpha, because I can’t bring myself to call him mine right now. The handle feels really fucking good, and I gasp as my body begins to tremble.

“Let go for me,” he rumbles. “One day you’ll come on the handle as I fuck you with it and suck on your needy little clit. We could have so much fun together.”

Kane’s words push me over the edge, and I scream as I come, gushing all over his hand. I’m struggling to regulate my breathing as Kane removes his fingers from my pussy and releases my hair, sucking up my cream greedily as he groans. He’s mesmerizing to watch as he enjoys the fruits of his labor, and I can’t look away.

A heavy knock pounds on the locker door, and I startle as my gaze tears away from Kane.

“I know you locked the door, but I would still rather people not see me like this,” I hiss, my breaths still rasping in and out.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’ll have to kill people if they do, and it’ll be a whole thing. Coming!”

Lithely standing from his kneeling position, he cleans off the knife and hands it to me before helping me stand. His hands carefully fix my clothes until they look perfect, nodding as he walks to the door to open it.

Raking my fingers through my hair, I sigh, knowing it’s probably a lost cause.

“Where is she?” Duncan growls, and I cover my face as I walk over.

“Really?” I ask him, dropping my hands as I stand in front of him.

“Oh, so you decided you needed more than to just rub one out. Cool, cool,” he says with a nod.

Kane will probably kill Duncan if he decides to high five him.Thankfully, he does not, and I feel as if we’ve just averted a crisis.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kane asks, confused.

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