Chapter 20 #2
Hannah giggles breathlessly, then moans. “I want one from each of you. I want you to mark me. Make it hurt. Make me scream for all the neighbors to hear.”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking violently, and the sound snaps the last threads of restraint in all three of us.
I push two fingers into her, and she cries out beautifully, her back arching.
Noel crosses to the door and shuts it firmly, then turns back to us, his eyes locked on the gold tinsel wrapped around her thighs. “You did good, Chris.”
Hannah tries to reach for Noel with her bound hands, trembling all over. “I’m burning alive.”
I pull my fingers out of her as she moans, and I strip off my pants and boxers slowly, deliberately, letting her watch every movement, and Hannah’s entire body shakes at the sight of me fully naked.
“You’re such a perfect gift, baby girl,” Kane murmurs against her shoulder.
Noel’s hand reaches for her breast, palming it roughly, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making her gasp.
I take a seat on the platform next to her, leaning against the cushions, and hold out my hand to her. “Come here, sweetheart. Climb on.”
She moves eagerly, straddling my lap, and I line myself up with her entrance.
She’s drenched as I slide in easily despite my size, and we both groan at the sensation of finally being connected. She has her breasts against my chest, her bound wrists between us.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly.”
She starts to move faster, rising and falling on me, and I’m in absolute heaven watching her.
Kane and Noel are staring too, hands moving over her body, one on either side of her. That’s when Kane maneuvers to kneel behind her, his broad chest pressing against her back, his mouth near her ear. “Are you ready for more, baby girl? Think you can handle both of us at the same time?”
His hands slide down to her ass, gripping and kneading the flesh, spreading her open. I sense her body tensing slightly. “Let me ease you into it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, riding me harder. “Please, yes, I like when you touch me there.”
“What about when I push a finger in?” Kane asks.
She moans so loudly that her pussy squeezes my cock, and I’m hissing.
Noel’s palm cradles the back of her neck, thumb stroking slowly along her hairline. “Look at you,” he murmurs against her temple, voice thick. “You’re perfect like this.” She shivers, the kind that rolls through her whole body, and presses closer to me as if her body is choosing instinctively.
“We’re making you ours today,” Noel states.
“It’s exactly what I want,” she breathes, and I feel every part of her melt at those words, like choosing us has freed her of something heavy she’s been carrying for years.
I grip her hips more firmly. “Easy, gorgeous,” I murmur against her shoulder. “You’re safe. We’ve got you.”
Noel cups her jaw and turns her face toward him. Their mouths meet, deep, claiming, hungry, a kiss that draws a low sound out of me even though I’m not the one kissing her. She’s beautiful like this. Untethered. Letting herself fall. Letting herself be held.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” Kane says, shifting behind her, clearly moving his cock to her rear entrance.
She pauses riding me and exhales loudly. Her hands rest against my chest for balance, and I lean back on mine, giving the guys time to find their place. She trembles, and every breath she gives is another plea she can’t put into words.
Noel kisses her again, slower this time, reverent. “Look at her,” he says against her lips. “She’s letting go.”
“Ready for me, baby girl?” Kane asks, and as she nods, he pushes into her. I can tell by how tense she is against me. Her breath hitches, her whole body going tight with anticipation, and I feel it in my own chest, like someone hooked a wire around my ribs and pulled.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kane grunts, but there’s no rush. We wait as he works his way into her ass, slow motions in and out, and she’s purring again. Hell, I love when she makes those sounds. Then the three of us are moving, her riding me, me lifting my hips to meet her for each thrust.
Kane’s hands slide higher, bracketing her ribs, steadying her when she sways. “Beautiful,” he says, voice rough. “Every little sound you make drives us insane. And now we’re going to fuck you, knot you until you’re full. Then we’ll start again.”
She tries to speak, but it comes out as a soft cry, her hands reaching out for Noel’s cock, as he’s still standing alongside us. I wrap my arms around her waist. Every part of her is shaking from being so completely surrounded, so thoroughly wanted, so deeply claimed.
“Let it happen,” I whisper into her hair. “We’re right here. All of us. You’re not alone.”
Then Noel guides his cock into her opening mouth, his hand at the back of her head, fisting her hair, and moving in closer, until she perfectly has three erections inside her.
Her breath breaks into a whimper, her body bowing between us, and the three of us move in unspoken synchronization, bodies grinding, each of us fucking her in a protective, possessive way.
“She’s incredible like this,” Noel grunts.
Kane leans in, brushing her shoulder with his mouth. “Ours,” he murmurs, voice shaking slightly. “She’s ours.”
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” I say.
Her entire body softens at that, every resistance melting out of her until she’s nothing but need and surrender and pure Omega instinct.
Kane brushes her hair over one shoulder with slow deliberation, exposing the curve of her neck. “You let Noel mark you last night,” he murmurs. “I bet you took it so sweetly.” His hand slides around her breasts, holding her steady. “Now it’s my turn.”
She shudders, a full-body tremor that starts at her spine and ripples outward until she’s trembling between us. Her bound hands are still against my chest, her scent blooming so intensely I can barely think.
Kane lowers his mouth to the unmarked side of her neck, and her whole body tightens in anticipation.
He kisses first, slow, warm, claiming kisses down the arch of her throat, and she melts, her hips rolling faster.
Then Kane opens his mouth and bites.
Her sound, God, it cuts right through me. A strangled, desperate moan, guttural and need-soaked, her pussy tightening, her body arching violently as instinct floods her.
Noel groans beside us, his hand gripping the back of her head, steadying her. Kane holds her as she shakes, as her breath catches, his mouth still latched onto her.
A single red bead wells at the edge of Kane’s mark, slides down the line of her throat, gliding over her collarbone… lower… over the swell of her breast, catching the light before disappearing into the edge of her nipple.
“Mine,” Kane growls against her skin. “You’re mine now as well. Bound to me.”
Her answering sound is broken, overwhelmed, hungry.
I tighten my jaw, grounding into her with my hips. Her entire body trembles. She’s lost in the marking, beautifully lost.
I can barely breathe. Watching her be claimed, feeling her body respond with that wild, helpless surrender… it’s almost too much. My mark will come last. She’ll be mine when she’s ready, not a moment before. And that restraint nearly destroys me as I watch her unravel between us.
We move with her. Her sounds change, rising, breaking, turning into something so raw it punches the air out of me. Her body suddenly bows, yielding, tightening with frantic need. She clings to me, shaking.
“Hannah,” I whisper, my voice barely holding. “Sweetheart, let go. We’ve got you.”
And she does.
Her whole body shudders in a long, unstoppable wave, her cry tearing out of her as she convulses between us, Noel’s cock still deep in her mouth.
Her breath stutters, her nails dig into my chest, her thighs tremble violently.
She’s beautiful like this, undone, unguarded, instinct taking the wheel and driving her straight into us.
She constricts my cock, and I’m not the only one hissing, but Kane is in heaven. Our little Omega is convulsing, floating on her orgasm.
It’s in that moment that Noel stiffens beside her, his breath slicing out of him in a low, choked groan. “Fuck!” Then he unleashes, and I watch her swallow his seed, some of it seeping out from the corner of her mouth, but she’s doing so well taking it all in.
Kane curses behind her, gripping her waist hard enough that his knuckles go white.
Her body’s reaction pulls us into a cascade, a chain reaction, primal and unavoidable, the three of us caught in the gravity of her release, our bodies answering hers without hesitation or restraint.
And just as Kane comes undone and pumps into her, I lose my grip and it all comes gushing out. I thrust deep into her, my cock throbbing. I’m growling with my release as I flood her with my cum.
Her breath hitches, her whole body going tight with anticipation.
Something inside me tightens the way a storm gathers, slowly at first, then suddenly everywhere.
That deep, primal pull hits low in my gut, a pressure that builds with every breath.
It’s heat meeting heat, instinct answering instinct, and it rolls through me with a force that wipes out thought.
That’s the sensation of my knot swelling inside her, pushing against her, keeping us locked in.
It’s overwhelming and perfect and terrifying in how right it feels, like a piece of me made to fit only her is finally snapping into place.
Kane has the same expression on his face as I’m feeling, as he’s locked inside her as well. Noel withdraws from her mouth, gasping for air.
“Fuck, I could do that again,” Noel murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
Hannah lets out a soft, breathless laugh, her body still trembling faintly, her forehead resting back against Kane’s shoulder as he holds her upright with gentle hands.
I push myself up from where I’d been bracing back on my hands, leaning in until her flushed face is inches from mine. She looks dazed, glowing, wrecked in the most beautiful way.
Her fingers brush my jaw. “That was… incredible,” she whispers, still struggling to catch her breath. “I feel like I’m floating. My head is still foggy.”
“You won’t float away,” I murmur, cupping the side of her neck as Kane steadies her from behind. “I’m going to bring you back down to us.”
Her gaze locks on mine.
I lower my mouth to her shoulder, kissing the curve where her skin is warm and soft. Slow kisses at first. Her breath hitches, and she tilts her head for me, exposing more of herself without hesitation.
Kane’s hands slide over her waist, grounding her. Noel strokes her hair, murmuring soft praise.
I kiss my way to the place just beneath her collarbone, over her heart, where I can feel her pulse against my lips, and look up at her again.
She swallows, eyes bright. “Chris… please. Claim me.”
The world narrows to that single plea. I hold her gaze as I lean in, giving her every chance to pull away. She doesn’t. She lifts her chin and leans toward me.
I bite.
Not hard, just enough pressure for the bond to flare, bright and electric, lacing through both of us.
Hannah cries out softly, her whole body shuddering as she clings to me, to Kane, to Noel. Her pulse jumps under my teeth, her breath stuttering.
And inside me… it’s like a door I’ve kept bolted for years blows open all at once. Not another presence. Not another instinct. Just me, finally allowed to feel everything I’ve been holding back.
A rush of emotions slams through me: devotion, protectiveness, something fierce and absolute. I can sense the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with mine. The warmth of her body settles against me like she was always meant to fit there.
When I lift my mouth from her skin, she’s breathing hard, blinking up at me like she can’t quite process what just happened.
“Chris…” she whispers, voice shaking. “I feel like… like you’re inside me. Not physically—just… everywhere. Just like Noel and Kane.”
I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. “That’s because you’re ours now,” I say softly.
Kane’s voice is a low murmur behind her. “She’s glowing.”
She looks lit from within, trembling, flushed, breath soft and uneven. She’s wrapped in all of us and tinsel
She’s ours.
And now I finally feel like I’m hers.
She buries her face in my neck, breath warm against my skin. We’re still holding her up.
“Can we do this again?” she whispers, voice small and needy and so full of longing that it nearly floors me.
I inhale sharply, because the moment she asks, I can feel her arousal already flickering back to life, a slow bloom of heat rolling through her body, her scent thick and sweet.
She’s not done.
Not even close.
Kane chuckles softly against her shoulder. “Baby girl, you’re already begging, and I love it.”
Noel brushes a kiss against the side of her jaw. “You don’t have to ask for more. We’re not going anywhere.”
I tilt her chin up with gentle fingers so she has to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, lips swollen. “We’re yours,” I tell her quietly, every word steady and certain. “For a day. For a week. However long your heat lasts.”
Her breath catches.
“But right now,” Kane adds, voice velvet-smooth, “we need to give our cocks a minute or twenty to settle.”
“Then,” I promise, brushing my thumb over her lower lip, “you won’t see us coming.”
She shivers, smiling beautifully.
Kane nuzzles the back of her neck, breath hot. “We’re going to take you apart.”
Noel kisses her temple. “Piece by piece.”
“And put you back together,” I finish, leaning in to press a slow kiss to her mouth, “exactly how we want you.”
She melts into me with a soft sound, all warmth and surrender and trust.
And I swear to God, I’ve never seen anything more devastatingly beautiful.