Page 37 of Knot Happening Again

And deep down, I know his hesitation is only because he feels the same pull the rest of us do toward her and that scares the hell out of him.

He climbs onto the bed, settling beside Ophelia. Even though she's deep in her heat, there's still a wall up. Most omegas would be manhandling their alphas, demanding and whining by now, desperate for relief, but she hangs back, waiting for him.

They're like two feral cats feeling each other out and I realize at this rate, things might never progress if I don't nudge them along.

I push Ophelia's thighs apart, inhaling deeply. Her scent hits me like a freight train, sweet and intoxicating. My mouth waters as I dive in, tongue lapping at her slick folds. She tastes like heaven and sin rolled into one, and I can't get enough.

Ophelia's back arches off the bed, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I growl against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations making her shudder.

From the corner of my eye, I see Rhys lean in, capturing Ophelia's lips in a heated kiss. He swallows her moans as I work her with my tongue, circling her clit before dipping inside her.

Troy watches us, his eyes dark with lust and something else. Fear, maybe. But his cock is clearly straining against his sweatpants. He wants this—wantsher—but he's holding back.

He hesitates for a moment, then crawls forward, stroking a strand over her shoulder and palming her breast. She gasps into Rhys's mouth as Troy's fingers brush her nipple.

About fucking time.

I lap at Ophelia's clit, feeling it swell under my tongue. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, my stubble scraping against the sensitive skin, her hips rolling against my face.

Troy grows bolder, kneading Ophelia's breast as he watches her face. The scent of his arousal spikes, mingling with Ophelia'sheat pheromones and ours. She's driving my alpha instincts into overdrive.

I slip two fingers inside Ophelia, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. She breaks away from Rhys's kiss with a cry, her back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Troy murmurs, seemingly without realizing he's spoken aloud. He leans down, taking Ophelia's other nipple into his mouth.

The combination of sensations sends Ophelia over the edge. She comes with a keening wail, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I work her through it, lapping up her release like a man dying of thirst.

As she comes down from her high, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and licking my fingers off. Ophelia looks utterly debauched, her hair a mess, lips swollen from Rhys's kisses, chest heaving.

"That's just the beginning, little one," I growl, my cock throbbing painfully. "We're gonna take such good care of you."

I grip Ophelia's hips, marveling at how soft and delicate she feels beneath my large hands. With a gentle but firm push, I turn her onto her belly. She goes willingly, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she presses her face into the pillow.

"Bottoms up," I growl, my voice thick with lust.

She obeys instantly, raising her hips. The sight of her glistening pussy, pink and swollen, makes my mouth water. I run a finger through her folds, collecting her slick. It's hot, almost scorching, a testament to the intensity of her heat.

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my thick cock nudging against her. It's nearly the girth of her forearm and it won't be an easy fit. She pushes back, eager and needy, but I hold her still. "Patience," I rumble, even as every fiber of my being screams at me to bury myself in her tight heat. "Heat or not, I don't think you're ready for all this at once."

She whimpers as if in disagreement, but she holds relatively still as Troy and Rhys pet her hair, coaxing her into a more comfortable position.

Slowly, torturously, I push inside. Her walls clench around me, so hot and wet it nearly makes me lose control. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slam home.

"Fuck," I groan, sinking deeper. "You feel so good."

Ophelia moans, her fingers clutching at the sheets. I can smell her arousal, sweet and heady, mixing with the muskier scents of Rhys and Troy.

As for Troy, he's moved closer, his eyes dark with desire as he watches me slide into Ophelia. His cock is hard, straining against his sweatpants. He licks his lips, hesitating for just a moment before asking, "Ophelia... think you can handle two alphas at once?"

She turns her head, looking up at him with those big blue eyes. Her lips part, and what comes out isn't words, but a sound that sends electricity racing down my spine.

It's a whine. A pure, needy omega whine that speaks directly to the most primal part of me.

"Please," she begs, her voice high and breathy. "Please, alpha. I need it."

The sound, the words, they flip a switch in all of us. I feel it like a physical force, the air in the room suddenly charged with raw, animal energy.

Troy growls, low and dangerous, as he shoves his sweatpants down. His cock springs free, hard and leaking. Without hesitation, he moves to Ophelia's head, presenting himself to her eager mouth.

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