Page 33 of Knot Happening Again

Rhys slows his movements but doesn't stop, his hips still rocking against mine in a maddeningly slow rhythm. "Join us," he says to Mace, his voice rough with need.

Mace hesitates for a moment, his gaze flicking between Rhys and me. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the way his hands clench at his sides. My inner omega preens at the attention, reveling in the knowledge that I've affected him so strongly.

"Are you sure?" Mace asks, his voice low and gravelly. "I don't want to intrude."

Has this pack never shared an omega before? The thought is as strange as it is intriguing.

Why?

There can't be any shortage of omegas who'd kill to be in the spot I'm in now. Literally and figuratively, with this gorgeous alpha laying on top of me, filling me with everything but his knot.

I reach out a hand to Mace, surprising myself with my boldness. "Please," I whisper, the word coming out more like a whimper as Rhys hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me.

That's all the invitation Mace needs. He strips off his clothes with impressive speed, revealing a body that's even more impressive than I'd imagined. Where Rhys is all lean muscle, Mace is built like a tank—broad and solid, with a thick layer of softness over hard muscle that makes my mouth water. In clothes, he looks like a big, burly teddy bear, but out of them, he's a mountain of a man, as impressive as he is hot.

And fuck, his cock ishuge.

He's already getting hard, but it's weighed down just from the sheer girth of it. It's the size of my forearm. Rhys is huge, too, but Mace's cock is proportional to his massive size, and I find myself wondering if it's even possible to take him.

Here's hoping he's a gentle giant.

As Mace approaches the bed, I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. It's even clearer that this is new territory for him—sharing an omega between pack members. The realization sends a thrill through me. I'm not the only one out of my depth here.

Rhys shifts, making room for Mace on the bed without breaking our connection. I reach for Mace, pulling him closer until he's kneeling beside us. My hand wraps around his impressive length, or rather, a little more than halfway around, and he groans, his head falling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, Ophelia," he growls, his hips bucking into my touch. "You feel amazing."

I stroke him slowly, enjoying the heft of his thick shaft in my palm. The dual sensations are overwhelming, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Rhys resumes his thrusting, harder now. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. Mace leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

As Mace pulls back, I can see the question in his eyes. He wants more, but he's hesitant to ask. I make the decision for him, guiding his cock to my mouth. His eyes widen in surprise and lust as I take him between my lips.

The taste of him explodes on my tongue—salty and musky and undeniably alpha. I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder.

Rhys groans at the sight, his hips snapping against mine with renewed vigor.

I lose myself in the sensations—Rhys pounding into me, Mace's thick length stretching my lips to their limit, their scents mingling in the air around us. It's too much and not enough all at once. My body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

Rhys's knot begins to swell, catching on my entrance with each thrust. The added pressure sends me spiraling toward orgasm, my inner walls clenching around him. Mace's hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.

"Fuck, I'm close," Rhys pants, his rhythm faltering. "Ophelia, can I?—"

I nod frantically, unable to speak around Mace's cock. Fuck, I need his knot. Need both of them.

Rhys's knot fully slips in, locking us together as he spills his seed inside me. The feeling of fullness, of completion, sends me careening over the edge. My body convulses, inner walls clamping down on his knot as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I moan around Mace's cock, taking him deeper. His grip on my hair tightens, guiding my movements as I suck him harder, faster. I can feel him tensing, his thighs trembling against my shoulders.

"Fuck, Ophelia," Mace groans, his voice raw and strained. "I'm gonna?—"

He doesn't finish the sentence. Hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallow greedily, milking him for every drop. The taste of him, salty and musky, floods my senses.

As Mace pulls out, I collapse between them, gasping for air. My body feels like jelly, boneless and sated in a way I've never experienced before. The burning need that's been clawing at me for hours has subsided to a dull throb, no longer painful but still present.

Rhys shifts us onto our sides, his knot still firmly lodged inside me. He presses soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, anywhere he can reach. Mace settles in front of me, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

I blink, trying to clear the fog from my mind. Is this what it's supposed to be like? To be taken care of, truly cared for, during a heat?

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