Page 167 of Knot Happening Again

Mace rumbles, the sound vibrating through my back. "Effy, sweetheart, we don't want you to regret this later."

"I won't," I insist, sitting up fully now. "The way you've all taken care of me... I know this is right. I want to be part of this pack. Completely."

"You were from the moment we met you." Maddox crawls up the bed, his eyes searching mine. "As long as you're sure…"

"I am," I say, and I mean it. I want this so deep it hurts. Where the pain of my heat should be, but isn't.

My cheeks flush as I glance between the three of them. "I... um, how does it work with Maddox? Since he's a beta?"

Maddox grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Curious, are we?" He shifts closer, his fingers trailing up my arm. "It's not so different, really. I can still bite and leave a mark. It just won't have quite the same... intensity as an alpha's."

Troy snorts. "Don't sell yourself short, Mad. Your bite packs a punch. Learned that the last time I ate your artisan cashews."

Maddox rolls his eyes.

I bite my lip, curiosity mingling with desire. "But you don't have a knot..."

"No," Maddox agrees, his voice dropping lower. "But I have other ways of making you feel good, just like when we mate normally." His hand cups my cheek, thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Want me to show you?"

Heat pools in my belly, and I nod, not trusting my voice. Maddox's smile widens, and he leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue teases the seam of my mouth, and I open for him eagerly.

Troy's hand slides up my back, and I feel his breath hot against my ear. "How about we both show you, princess?"

I break away from Maddox, panting. "Yes," I breathe. "Please."

They move as one, repositioning me between them. Troy settles behind me, his chest pressed to my back, while Maddox kneels between my spread legs. I catch a glimpse of Mace, his eyes dark with lust as he strokes his big, thick cock, watching us.

Maddox's hands ghost up my thighs, and I shiver. "You're so wet for us, Effy," he murmurs, his fingers teasing my folds. "So ready."

Troy nips at my earlobe, his hands cupping my breasts. "Tell us what you want, princess. Tell us how you want us to mark you."

I whimper, caught between their touches. "I want... I want both of you. Together."

Maddox raises an eyebrow. "Both of us? Are you sure you can handle that?"

I nod frantically. "Yes. Please. I need it."

Troy growls, the sound rumbling through his chest and into me. "Fuck, that's hot. Hearing you beg like a good girl."

They maneuver me again, Troy lying back with me straddling his hips. His cock presses against my entrance, and I sink down onto him with a gasp. He fills me so perfectly, stretching me in all the right ways.

Maddox positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips. "Ready, sweetheart?"

I nod, bracing myself on Troy's chest. Maddox's finger dips into my slick and uses it to lubricate my puckered hole. I gasp as his fingertip penetrates me, but I'm so aroused that it doesn't even hurt. Even when he pushes his finger in further, and starts pushing it in and out slowly in time with Troy's thrusts.

Eventually, I find myself bucking instinctively for more, craving the friction. "Please," I gasp, my hips grinding desperately against Troy's cock, Maddoc's finger pulling out slightly as a result of my movement. "I need you both."

"Fuck," Maddox breathes, his voice rough with hunger. He pulls his finger out all the way and replaces it with the head of his cock. Maddox pushes in slowly, the extra stretch burning in the most delicious way. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full.

"Breathe, princess," Troy murmurs, his hands stroking my sides. "That's it. You're doing so well."

They start to move, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Troy thrusts up as Maddox pulls back, never leaving me empty for a second. I feel Troy's knot straining against my entrance and I need more. The pleasure builds quickly, my nerves singing with each movement.

"God, you feel amazing," Maddox groans, his fingers digging into my hips. "Our perfect omega."

Troy's eyes lock with mine, blazing with intensity. "You're ours now, Effy. Our mate. Our girl."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a thrill through me. "Yes," I gasp. "Yours. All yours."

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