Page 165 of Knot Happening Again

My breath catches in my throat.

Is this her giving me a chance?

Or is it some kind of twisted punishment?

Either way, I'm staying.

Troy lifts his head, lips glistening. "You sure about this, princess?"

Ophelia nods, reaching for him. "Yes. I want... I need..."

She doesn't finish the sentence, but she doesn't have to. We all know what she needs. What her body is crying out for.

As Troy slides up her body, positioning himself between her legs, I grip the arms of the chair so hard my knuckles turn white. I should leave. I shouldn't be here, watching this. But I can't make myself move.

Ophelia's back arches as Troy enters her, a low moan escaping her lips. Rhys captures the sound with his mouth, kissing her deeply as Troy starts to move.

I watch, transfixed, as they worship her. Troy's hips snap forward in a steady rhythm, while Rhys' hands roam her body, teasing and caressing. Ophelia writhes between them, eyes rolling back into her head as she moans.

My own arousal is painful now, straining against the confines of my jeans. I want nothing more than to join them, to bury myself in Ophelia's heat, to taste her skin, to make her cry out my name.

But I can't.

I've lost that right.

It happened twice, and it'll probably never happen again. So I stay in the chair, a silent observer to their passion. My hand twitches, eager to at least touch myself to take off some of the edge, but I won't even allow that.

I don't deserve relief.

Hell, since I completed the mark, I haven't been able to jerk myself off at all. Everything pales in comparison to her warm, wet heat.

I've tasted heaven and I can't go back.

Ophelia's moans grow louder, more desperate. Her hands clutch at Troy's shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"More," she gasps. "Please, I need more."

Troy growls, picking up the pace. Rhys moves down, taking one of Ophelia's nipples into his mouth. She cries out, her body trembling.

I can smell her arousal, sweet and heady. It mingles with the scents of Troy and Rhys, creating a potent cocktail that makes my head spin.

I dig my nails into my palms, using the pain to anchor myself.

Ophelia's climax hits her suddenly, her back arching off the bed as she screams in pleasure. Troy follows soon after, burying his face in her neck as his knot sinks deep into her and he comes. Spurts of hot, white liquid flow from the base of his knot, trickling onto the sheets, and I've never been more envious of anything my entire life than I am of him at that moment.

My own knot throbs against my jeans in protest of the denial, and I shift in the chair, trying to get more comfortable. But I can't bring myself to look away.

For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing. Of panting and growling and Ophelia’s soft moans.

It takes a while for Troy's knot to go down, but in the meantime, Rhys is deepening their kiss, stroking her pert, creamy breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingers until they're tight peaks.

I watch it all, my jaw clenched so tight I feel like it's going to snap. When Troy finally pulls out, a rush of his seed spilling onto the blankets, Rhys takes his place but flips Ophelia onto her stomach.

Just in time for Mace and Maddox to walk through the door.

"Whoa," the big guy breathes, taking in the scene in front of him with the same hunger in his gaze that's become my torment.

"Just in time," Ophelia pants. "I need one of you in my mouth. Now."

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