Chapter 10
HANNAH
I’m sneaking down the hallway like a criminal, clutching a sheet around my naked body, and every logical part of my brain is screaming that this is a terrible idea.
But the logical parts of my brain stopped being in charge about ten minutes ago when the ache between my thighs became so intense that I couldn’t think about anything else.
My skin is on fire. Every nerve ending is screaming for touch, for friction, for an Alpha’s body against mine. My inner thighs are slick with arousal, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaving a trail of scent behind me that would make any Alpha in a one-mile radius lose his mind.
This is insane. Desperate. Exactly the kind of behavior I’d lecture someone else about, and yet here I am, padding barefoot down a dark hallway toward Noel’s room because my body has decided it needs him right now or it’s going to spontaneously combust.
The first door I cross is slightly ajar. That has to be it.
My heart is pounding so hard. My entire body is trembling with need. Pure, primal, overwhelming need. Not want. Not desire. Need.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never been this out of control and desperate for touch.
Nothing insane about showing up naked in someone’s room because your body has decided it’s going to die without them.
I reach for the handle and stumble, catching myself against the frame. The wood is cool under my palm, grounding me for half a second before the heat surges back.
“Calm down,” I whisper to myself. Just… ask for help. He offered. You’re just taking him up on it.
My voice sounds strange in the quiet hallway. Breathless. Desperate.
I push the door open slowly, wincing at the small creak of hinges.
A strange scent finds me immediately, and I nearly moan out loud.
Pine. Rich and clean and grounding. It’s coming from a small ceramic diffuser on the bedside table, white vapor curling up from it in delicate wisps.
The room is dim, lit only by moonlight filtering through curtains and that small warm glow from the diffuser.
I can barely make out details. Dark furniture. Minimal decoration. Very masculine. Very Noel.
And there, on the massive bed, Noel is shrouded in night.
He’s sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his face, the other stretched above his head. His legs extend from under the blanket, and even in the shadows, I can tell he’s huge. The size is right. The build is right.
My body recognizes him on some instinctive level.
I stand at the end of the bed, frozen between rationality and desperation. The ache intensifies, cramping low in my belly, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
The sheet around me slips from my fingers. It pools silently at my feet, and I’m completely naked in Noel’s bedroom, and this should feel wrong, but all I feel is burning need.
I climb onto the bed as carefully as I can, trying not to jostle him awake yet. The mattress dips under my weight, and I freeze, but he doesn’t stir. Just keeps breathing deep and even.
I need to be under the blanket, then I don’t have to face him when he wakes up. Don’t have to see his expression. Can just focus on the relief, on making this ache go away.
I pull the blanket up and slide underneath.
It’s stifling under here. The musky heat from his body combines with my own overheated smell. I’m sweating within seconds. The pine scent is everywhere, infused into the sheets, but there’s also something else. Multiple scents layering over each other. My brain is too fuzzy to analyze it properly.
Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m here, and he’s here, and I’m going to get what I need. I’m positioned between his spread legs, and I reach out in the darkness, finding him by touch.
His cock is soft. But large even in this state. Impressive.
The moment my fingers wrap around him, he throbs. Comes to life in my hand, hardening so fast it’s startling. A grin spreads across my face despite my desperation. So responsive. So perfect.
I’m already rocking my hips without meaning to, trying to get friction, trying to ease the ache. My thighs are soaking wet. Arousal slides down my legs.
He groans low in his throat, a sound that buzzes through the bed and straight to my core. His erection is rock-hard in my hand as I slowly work him up and down.
“I’m all yours,” I whisper into the darkness. I move to straddle him, but the thought of facing him, even in the dark, leaves me spinning with anxiety.
I can’t look at him. Can’t watch his face. Too vulnerable. Too exposed.
So I pivot awkwardly, moving to straddle him in reverse. Facing away from his head, toward his feet. The blanket slides down my back as I position myself, and cool air hits my overheated skin. Better. Slightly better.
I rub myself over his hardness experimentally, testing the angle.
The friction is everything. I’m purring like some kind of satisfied cat, and I do it again and again, harder this time.
Fuck… I’m shuddering with excitement from his touch alone.
I lift my hips, positioning myself, and his hand is suddenly there. Supporting his cock. Holding it steady for me.
Heat floods my face even though he can’t see me blushing in the dark. “Hope this is okay,” I breathe.
He makes a sound of approval, a grunt, rough and affirming, and that’s all I need.
I sink down slowly and gasp. He’s so thick. Stretching me even though I’m soaking wet, even though my body is begging for this. I work myself down gradually, taking more and more, and it’s so tight I can barely breathe.
He groans behind me, hands finding my hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
“You’re so big,” I gasp. “I can barely—”
His hands guide me down the rest of the way, and suddenly he’s fully seated inside me, and I’m trembling from the intensity of it. Just having him fully embedded in me calms the ache, the desperation… I could stay like this all night and be satisfied.
In truth, I’ve never been this full. It borders on too much, but in the best possible way.
His hands push me up slightly, then pull me back down, setting a rhythm. I catch on quickly, using my thighs to lift and lower myself.
My toes curl.
The slide of him inside me. The fullness. The way he hits something deep inside. Before I know it, I’m riding him, sweating, loving every damn moment. I’m moaning uncontrollably now. Can’t help it. Can’t stop the sounds spilling from my throat.
My hands brace on his thighs as I lean forward slightly, changing the angle, and that’s even better. Perfect. Exactly right.
I bounce harder, faster, chasing the release that’s building.
He’s grunting beneath me, hips driving up to meet every roll of my body, each thrust hitting a place that has my breath scattering. The bed rocks beneath us, the frame releasing a low groan that sounds like it might give out before either of us does.
His hand slides from my hip to my ass, fingers gripping, guiding, encouraging me to move exactly how he likes. The pressure is perfect, grounding and filthy at the same time. Then his fingers glide between my cheeks, slow and deliberate, teasing a place I have never let anyone touch.
I tense for a second. The sensation is new and strange and wicked. It shoots through me like a spark jumping between live wires. He circles there with lazy patience, and my thighs tremble.
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.
And Noel. Standing there. Watching.
I can never face them again. Never. I’ll have to leave. Move to another state. Change my name. Become a hermit. But worse than the embarrassment is the creeping horror.
Kane was asleep. He couldn’t consent. And I just… I just…
Did I assault him?
The thought makes bile rise in my throat.
He was sleeping. I climbed into his bed. I initiated everything without asking, without making sure he was awake and willing.
What have I done?
There’s a knock at my door.
“Hannah?” Noel’s voice, muffled but clear. “You okay in there? Want to talk?”
“Go away!” I yell into the pillow.
A low chuckle. “If it’s any consolation, Kane is thrilled. Says it was the best sex he’s had in years. Though he’s a little bitter that you wouldn’t let him finish.”
“That’s not funny!” I’m never leaving this room. Never. “That’s not—I can’t—just go away!”
“Hannah—”
“Noel, please.” My voice cracks. “I need to die of embarrassment in private.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I just had sex with your packmate, thinking he was you! How is that not the most mortifying thing that’s ever happened to anyone?”
“To be fair, we do all use the same diffuser oil. Easy mistake.”
“That doesn’t make it better!”
There’s a pause. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Kane’s not upset. Hell, he’s probably the happiest he’s been in months. And I’m…” Another pause. “Well, I’m jealous as hell, but that’s not your fault.”
I press my face harder into the pillow, wishing I could suffocate myself.
“You’re going to have to eventually face us.”
“Then I’ll leave. First thing tomorrow. Go back to Lily’s. This was a mistake.”
“Hannah—”
“Please.” I’m begging now, and I don’t care about pride. “Just give me tonight. Let me process this. We can talk tomorrow. Or never. Preferably never.”
A long silence.
“Okay. But you’re not leaving. We’ll figure this out. And, Hannah? You’re welcome here. Always. No matter what.”
His footsteps retreat from my room, and I’m alone with my humiliation.
I burrow deeper into the pillows, pulling the comforter over my head, creating a cocoon of shame.
Somewhere down the hall, I hear muffled voices. Laughter. They’re definitely talking about me. About the crazy Omega who can’t tell one Alpha from another. I groan into the pillow and pull the blanket tighter.
Tomorrow. I’ll deal with this tomorrow.
Tonight, I’m just going to lie here and wait for the sweet relief of unconsciousness.
Or death.
Whichever comes first.