Page 194 of Tangled in Knots

Grinning, I shake my head. “No, I don’t have any training,” I murmur. “I want to look nice tonight. While I can get away without a stitch of makeup on and messy hair in my face for a meeting with the senior mafia members, I don’t think that’ll fly here. The Whalen Society is made up of a lot of the mates of the crime families. Women seem to be pickier about things.”

Aisling told me they were lovely people, and she’s had dealings with them before, when they wanted to meet her and Wren, to get some donations together for Omega’s Haven. Apparently, some of them are also her pack mates’ mothers.

This should have made me feel better, but it doesn’t. She said she adores her pack’s families, yet just because they like her doesn’t mean they’ll like me.

“Fuck it, let’s go,” Kane says with a shrug. Pulling out his phone, he texts a few people before frowning, texting again and grunting in assessment. “Alright, I found a place.”

“How?” I ask, frowning. A tendril of uncertainty fills me as I wonder at his words.

Is he texting a woman? Is that how he knows where to go?

“Little rabbit,” he drawls, standing to slowly walk toward me. It feels as if the alpha is stalking me, steps measured and purposeful. “There are two people who are romantically involved in my life. One of them is?—”

“Me,” Morris says, stepping inside the door as he enters the apartment. “Why are you doing this right now, Kane?”

“You’ll see,” the alpha purrs. The skin on my arms begins to blossom in goosebumps, my heart beat increasing. I’m not afraid of him, but Kane is the most unpredictable of the brothers. “As you heard, little rabbit, Morris is one of them, which makes the other one you.”

Morris moves to stand behind me, while Kane sandwiches me between them. His strong fingers drag up my neck until they very loosely wrap around my throat. Morris presses a kiss on my head as he rubs the skin where my shirt has ridden up over my stomach.

“There will never be anyone else, Adira,” Kane growls, tilting my face up, so he can kiss me.

“Fuck,” Morris whispers. “So gorgeous together.”

“Come taste with me,” our alpha murmurs, tilting my face until I’m gazing up at Morris behind me.

His lips curl into a smile, leaning down to press a kiss on my lips. Slowly, I open my lips in invitation, Morris’ answering groan making me whimper.

“Adira,” he rasps, his breath moving over my skin before he kisses me again. It feels as if he really is tasting me, his tongue flicking over my lips to get me to open wider for him.

Being kissed by this beta is an experience, his kisses an exchange of air and moans as he slowly explores my mouth.

“I need to watch you two more often,” Kane mutters. “I definitely have a voyeurism kink.”

Morris smirks against my lips and then Kane is leaning in to kiss him. I’m pressed between them, their hard bodies feeling solid against me, while Morris tries hard not to grind his cock against my ass as he holds me. It’s the hottest experience in my life yet.

Eyes wide, I press my thighs together as I whimper, perfuming. Kane and Morris groan together, and then I’m pulled into their kiss. Lips, tongue, the faintest hint of teeth consumes the next few minutes of my world, and hands roam as I writhe between them. Just as a hand moves to slip under my panties, the door opens and Morris jerks in surprise, turning and pulling his gun at the door.

Kane and I are breathing hard, moving to watch as Jed and Damon come inside the rental.

“We have to get out of this apartment,” Jed complains. “One day I may end up getting shot walking in.”

My lips twist in mirth as I attempt to regulate my breathing, sighing as Damon glances between us. He looks amused as he walks over to steal me away, hugging me to him.

“What were you up to,” he whispers in my ear. “All I can smell is snickerdoodles and strawberries and cream. Did you come home early to make out?”

“No,” I say with a grin. “Class was really canceled. I need to get ready for this party tonight, and I need to cut my hair.”

“Need?” Jed asks, brow raising as he locks the door. “I love your hair, but I’m sure we can find someone to do it who will do a good job.”

During the long hours I spent in my house reading novels and doom scrolling through the internet, I’ve learned that some men have very big opinions about what a woman wears or what she does to her hair. Pack Dresmond has never cared outside of whether or not I’m comfortable in what I’m wearing.

This is one red flag these men don’t have.

“I texted Duncan, and he recommended a place,” Kane says, answering my earlier question with a smirk. “I’m going to take her now.”

“Can I come with?” Damon asks. “My brain is fried and I need a time out from my books before I work on a paper due soon. I managed to get some done, but I got distracted.”

The unspoken words ‘when my cock fell into your pussy’ that whisper through my mind make me snicker.

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