Page 64 of Tangled In Tinsel & Knots
He strokes again, a little more firmly. My breath stutters. My body leans into it without asking my permission. He does it again, and the pleasure ripples through me in a way I can’t hide. I am already shaking, trying to ride him and hold myself together at the same time.
He murmurs something low that I can’t make out. Then he presses a finger inside my ass, slow and careful, giving me time to take the stretch.
The shock of it punches a sound out of me. Hot. Deep. Impossible to ignore.
He holds still for a moment, letting my body adjust, letting me breathe through the intensity. Then he begins to move his finger in a rhythm that syncs perfectly with his thrusts. The sensation builds fast, too fast, stealing every coherent thought I have. My muscles flutter around him. My vision blurs.
I close my eyes, and let myself get lost in sensation. The pleasure coils and tightens until I feel like I am rolling straight toward the edge with no way to stop myself.
My orgasm hits hard. It floods through me in waves, each one sharper than the last. My body clamps around him, my hips jerking, my voice breaking open. Heat pulses through every inch of me. He holds me tightly through it, gripping my waist, keeping me moving while the climax tears through me again and again.
“Noel!” His name rips from my throat.
By the time it finally loosens its hold, I am shaking and gasping, while aftershocks twitch through my thighs. He is still inside me, thick and hot and throbbing, and I can feel his restraint like a tightly held thread.
I breathe heavily, still trembling, knowing I am nowhere near done with him.
In that moment of bliss, my eyes flutter open. And I see him.
Noel. Standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but boxer briefs with an erection so obvious it’s obscene. He’s startled, with huge eyes.
My brain stutters. Wait!
If Noel is standing there…
Then who…?
I twist my head to look over my shoulder.
Kane is lying beneath me, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“No.” The word comes out strangled. “Oh, hell.”
I scramble off him, his huge cock and his finger slipping out of me, and panic floods through the post-orgasmic haze. My legs barely hold me as I lunge for the sheet at the end of the bed.
“Kane, I’m so sorry! Shit, I thought… I…” I’m babbling now, clutching the sheet to my chest. “I thought you were Noel! The door was open and I didn’t—I couldn’t—I’m so sorry!”
Kane is still grinning, propped up on his elbows, his cock erect like a flagpole, glistening with my juices, looking entirely too satisfied. “No apology necessary, my sexy girl. That was hands down the best wake-up call I’ve ever had. Though I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed you thought I was someone else the whole time.”
“Disappointed?” Noel’s voice from the doorway is strained. “That was supposed to be me, you bastard.”
“You snooze, you lose.” Kane’s grin widens. “Or in this case, you sleep, I reap the benefits.”
I’m going to die. Right here. Right now. Just cease to exist from sheer mortification. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
I did not just have sex with the wrong Alpha.
I did not just scream Noel’s name while riding Kane.
This is a nightmare. I push past Noel, who’s still frozen in the doorway like a statue, and run down the hall. My feet are slapping against hardwood. The sheet tangles around my legs.
Behind me, I hear laughter. Both of them, chuckling.
I slam into my room and lock the door behind me. Then I dive onto the bed, bury my face in the pillows, and pray for death. “This is how I die. Not from heat or embarrassment or anything normal. From this. This exact moment.”
I replay everything in my head and want to scream.
Climbing into his bed. Touching him. Taking him inside me. Coming all over him while screaming another man’s name.
