Page 32 of Knot Happening Again

Rhys's fingers dip lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider, silently begging for more. He obliges, his skilled fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

A moan escapes me as he begins to stroke, his touch firm and sure. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction. Rhys's other hand continues to play with my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"You're so responsive," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful."

I turn my head, seeking his lips. Our mouths crash together in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. Rhys's fingers speed up, circling my clit with practiced ease. I'm close, so close, the pressure building inside me like a spring wound too tight.

"Rhys," I gasp against his lips. "I need?—"

"I know, beautiful," he murmurs. "I've got you."

His fingers dip lower, teasing my entrance before sliding inside. The stretch is exquisite, and I cry out as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

My mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation. All I can focus on is Rhys. His scent enveloping me, his body hard and warm against my back, his fingers working me expertly. I grind back against his erection, imagining how it would feel inside me, how his knot would stretch and fill me.

The thought sends me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body shaking in Rhys's arms as waves of pleasure wash over me. He holds me through it, murmuring praise and endearments in my ear.

As I come down from my high, I become aware of Rhys's arousal pressing insistently against my lower back. I shift, turning to face him. His eyes are dark with desire, his cheeks flushed.

His eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with hunger. Without breaking our gaze, I shift, straddling his lap. The water sloshes around us as I position myself over him, his hard length pressing against my entrance.

"Ophelia," Rhys breathes, his voice reverent. "Are you sure you're ready?"

In response, I sink down onto him, taking him inside me inch by delicious inch. We both gasp at the sensation, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best way. Rhys's hands grip my hips, steadying me as I adjust to his size.

"Fuck," I whimper, rocking slightly. "You feel so good."

Rhys's breath hitches as I start to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. His eyes never leave my face, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. I've never felt so seen, so worshiped by an alpha before.

I increase my speed, chasing the pleasure building inside me. Rhys meets my movements, thrusting up into me with perfect timing as his huge hands caress my body like he can't touch enough of me quickly enough for his liking. The water splashes around us, adding to the symphony of our moans and gasps.

As the familiar tightening in my core signals my approaching orgasm, I feel Rhys's knot beginning to swell. Part of me wants to take it, to feel that fullness, that connection. But Rhys, ever considerate, stops me with a gentle hand on my hip.

"Wait," he pants, clearly struggling for control. "Not here, unless you want to be stuck in the bath for the next half hour."

I groan in frustration but acknowledge the wisdom of his words. Reluctantly, I lift myself off him, both of us hissing at the loss of contact. Rhys stands quickly, water cascading down his perfect body, and reaches for a towel.

He wraps me in the buttery soft terrycloth before I can protest, lifting me into his arms once more. I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent as he carries me back to the nest.

Rhys lays me gently on the bed, his eyes roving over my body with undisguised hunger. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me softly.

I reach for him, eager to continue what we started in the bath, but he pulls back slightly. "I should call the others," he says, his voice rough. "As long as you're ready."

A pang of guilt hits me as I remember Troy and Mace. In my heat-addled state, I'd almost forgotten about them. "You're right," I admit, though every fiber of my being screams for him to fuck me right now. Like I'll turn into vapor if I wait even another second.

Rhys grabs his phone from the bedside table, firing off a quick text. "There," he says, tossing the phone aside. "Now, where were we?"

He crawls onto the bed, his body covering mine as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. I arch up into him, craving his touch, his heat. My legs part instinctively, welcoming him between them.

Rhys breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. "Tell me what you need," he murmurs against my skin.

"You," I gasp as he nips at my collarbone. "I need you inside me again."

He obliges, sliding into me with one smooth thrust. We both groan at the sensation, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Rhys sets a steady pace, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. My hands roam over his back, feeling the play of muscles under his skin as he moves. The room fills with the sound of our pleasure, punctuated by the occasional endearment or whispered praise.

The door creaks open, and I turn my head to see Mace standing there, his eyes wide and dark with desire. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him—all broad shoulders and thick muscles, his skin flushed with arousal.

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