Page 30 of Tangled in Red

Brett immediately rolled onto his stomach. Large hands gripped his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Exposed, a little nervous, and so fucking turned on he could barely think straight.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Diablo promised, spreading Brett’s ass cheeks with his thumbs.

Brett buried his face in the pillow, anticipating fingers, lube—the usual prep work. Instead, he felt something hot and wet against his entrance. His tongue circled Brett’s hole, making his entire body jerk with pleasure.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!” He gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles went white.

Diablo chuckled against his skin, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. Then his tongue pushed inside, and Brett lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. He’d never felt anything like it—invasive, intimate, so incredible.

“I’m close,” he warned.

With gentle hands, Diablo flipped him onto his back, taking Brett back down this throat, humming around his cock. The vibration pushed Brett over the edge. His back arched as he came, vision blurring as pleasure crashed through him.

Diablo swallowed it all, licking him clean before crawling back up Brett’s body. He captured Brett’s mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and musk.

“Silencias el ruido y me haces sentir completo, mi elegido.” He cupped Brett’s jaw, eyes slightly glowing.

“You gonna tell me what that means?” Brett didn’t have the brain power to try and repeat what Diablo said. He needed to concentrate on how to breathe.

“You quiet the noise and make me feel whole, elegido.”

“I do?”

A small smile played at his lips. “Every time I hear your voice, Brett.” Diablo stretched out beside him, his fingers tracing Brett’s side. “You saw my beasts trying to get free.”

Those words didn’t sound like just a statement, but something he was leading to. Brett nodded.

“My wolf is very stubborn and selective.” The pads of his fingers ghosted over Brett’s hip, making him shiver. “It was trying to get free to protect you when Cesar grabbed your arm.”

“But—” Brett shook his head. “He was only trying to get me out of there. He wasn’t hurting me.” Thank goodness the guy hadn’t grabbed Brett’s other arm, the one Frank had tried to pull out of its socket. “You’re trying to tell me something. Just say it.”

“How do you feel about me, cariño?”

“You’re asking me that now, after you gave me the most amazing orgasm?” His heart raced as a feeling sank inside of him. Not half an hour ago, Diablo had said he wanted to make Brett his. Now he was saying his wolf was selective. The pieces were there, but Brett had no idea how to put them together.

Diablo just watched him, as if gauging Brett’s reaction.

“Well, um…” Brett slid a hand through his hair, certain it was a fiery mess right now. His fingers caught on a few tangles. “I’m not very good at expressing myself.” Heat burned his face and neck.

“There it is,” Diablo crooned, brushing his hand over Brett’s chest. “A full-body flush.” He leaned in and kissed Brett’s sternum. “So hot under my lips, Arrancador de fuego.” Diablo glanced up at him from under beautifully thick lashes. His gaze was smoldering, the kind Brett had only seen in movies. “Do you like me?”

Brett held up his hand, index finger and thumb an inch apart. “I might have strong feelings toward you.”

Diablo spread Brett’s fingers wide enough to strain. “Maybe this much?”

My hand can’t stretch wide enough to show you how deeply I’ve fallen for you.

“Are we having a measuring contest?” Brett grinned, making his fingers open and close just to tease the guy.

But seriously, if they were, Diablo would win. Despite still wearing his pants, Brett was positive he was packing heat inside jeans that cupped his ass perfectly.

Diablo chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “Of emotions only, pajarito.” He pressed a hand against his chest. “I fear you would put me to shame if other things were measured.”

“That.” He gestured toward Diablo. “The way you build me up instead of tearing me down. How you make me feel like I can be myself with you and brave enough to hug you after seeing your beasts try to perform an exorcism on themselves.”

A sane person would’ve run as fast as they could. But he’d only seen Diablo struggling, fighting against something Brett thought would win.

Not that he hadn’t been scared shitless. He had, seeing Diablo’s mouth stretch like rising dough? Brett couldn’t think of another way to describe the sprouting fur, claws, sharp teeth, and glowing eyes.

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