Page 41 of Knot Happening Again

The slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with our gasps and moans. Ophelia's scent envelops me, driving my alpha instincts into overdrive. I grip her hips tighter, angling my thrusts to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars.

"Troy," she gasps, her voice high and breathy. "Please, I need..."

"I know," I growl, feeling my knot starting to swell. "I've got you, Ophelia. Let go."

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I can feel her inner walls fluttering around me, a sign of her impending orgasm. I speed up my thrusts, determined to push her over the edge. Slick spills from where we're joined as her body begs for my knot.

Ophelia arches her back, her full, creamy breasts pressing against my chest. I dip my head, capturing a nipple between my teeth. The combination of sensations proves too much for her.

She comes with a cry, her body clenching around me in waves of pleasure. Her inner muscles milk my cock, the rhythmic pulsing almost painful in its intensity. The feeling is too much, too intense. With a roar, I bury myself deep inside her, my knot locking us together as I empty myself into her willing body.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over us both as I continue to pulse inside her. Ophelia clings to me, her face buried in my neck as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her close, my hands stroking her back as we both come down from our high.

For a long moment, we stay like that, locked together, both of us panting and trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms.

As the haze of lust clears, I'm struck by how right this feels. How perfectly Ophelia fits in my arms, how her scent mingles with mine in a way that makes my inner alpha purr with satisfaction.

It's dangerous, I realize.

I could get attached.

Hell, who am I kidding?

I'm already attached.

But as Ophelia snuggles closer, her body relaxing as the pain of her heat subsides, I can't bring myself to care.

She's our scent match. I knew it from the moment she walked into that room, even if I was afraid to admit it. But I can't be in denial any longer.

Even if I know it gives her the power to wreck me.

To destroy me in a way even Amelia never could.

I maneuver us carefully onto our sides, still locked together by my knot. Ophelia hums contentedly, her eyes drifting closed.I take the opportunity to really look at her, to memorize every detail of her face.

She's beautiful, there's no denying that. But it's more than just physical attraction. There's a strength in her, a resilience that shines through even in her most vulnerable moments. It draws me in, makes me want to know more, to unravel every layer of her complexity.

It's already clear I was wrong about her. She may be gorgeous, and have a taste for glamor, but she's clearly been through hell. And she's been dealing with it all by herself.

The thought flares my protective instincts. Makes me want to show her she doesn't have to do it alone. Not anymore.

As my knot begins to deflate, Ophelia stirs, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she looks confused, then relaxed as she remembers where she is. A soft smile plays at her lips, and I have to resist the urge to kiss her again.

"Feeling better?" I ask, my voice rougher than I intended.

She nods, stretching languidly. The movement causes my softening knot to slip out of her, and we both gasp at the sensation. "Much better," she says. "Thank you."

I brush a strand of hair from her face, letting my hand linger on her cheek. "You don't have to thank me," I say softly. "Trust me, I got as much out of that as you did. That's what we're here for, right?"

Something flickers in her eyes—sadness, maybe? But it's gone before I can be sure. "Right," she agrees, her voice neutral.

We lay in silence for a while, neither of us quite ready to break the bubble of intimacy that's formed around us. But there are questions burning in my mind, things I need to know.

"Ophelia," I start, hesitating as she turns those piercing blue eyes on me. "Can I ask you something?"

She nods, wariness creeping into her expression. "Sure."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Why are you so against anything permanent? I mean, I get not wanting to jump into a mating right away, but... never?"

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