Page 157 of Knot Happening Again

His mouth brushes over the bandage covering my half-mark. I brace for pain, but instead, a wave of relief washes over me.

"I'm sorry," Leon murmurs, starting to pull away.

"No," I breathe. "It... it feels good."

An ache I've grown numb to is soothed by it. A part of me I usually keep locked away in a rusty cage surges, and I let it.

For now.

Only for now.

Only for this.

I start to ride him, rolling my hips in a steady, relentless rhythm. Rhys moves behind me, his fingers finding my clit. He kisses the other side of my neck, and I moan at the dual sensation.

They work in perfect sync, Leon thrusting up as Rhys circles my clit. I try to relax, to take more of Leon, but it's not enough.

I need more.

Rhys's hand slides lower, and I feel a finger probing at my other entrance. "Is this okay?" he asks, his breath hot against my ear.

I nod frantically. "Yes, please."

He works one finger in slowly, then two, using the slick pooling between my thighs and stretching me carefully. The fullness is incredible, but still not enough to satisfy the desperate need clawing at me.

"Do you want to take us both?" Rhys asks, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

The question sends a jolt of heat through me. It should be too much. But when they touch me, the sickness that's plagued me for years fades away. My body recognizes what it's been craving all this time—Leon's touch, completed by the pack bond we all share.

"Yes," I gasp. "I want you both."

Rhys lets out a low growl of approval. He positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

Slowly, he pushes in.

The stretch burns, but in the best way. I cry out, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pleasure bordering on pain. They give me time to adjust, peppering my skin with kisses and gentle caresses.

When I start to move again, they match my rhythm. It's too much and not enough all at once. I'm drowning in sensation, in their scents mingling with mine.

My orgasm builds quickly, coiling tight in my core.

"I'm close," I pant.

"Come for us," Leon urges huskily.

Rhys's fingers find my clit again, and that's all it takes. I come with a cry, my body clenching around them both. They fuck me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

But it's not enough.

I need more.

No… Iwantmore.

"Mark me," I gasp. "Both of you. At the same time."

Rhys stills behind me. "Are you sure?" he asks, sounding desperate for it.

"Yes," I say. "Please."

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