Page 80 of Knot Happening Again

"Yes," Ophelia breathes out, her voice filled with need. "Please, Maddox. I need you."

Those words are all it takes. I push into her slowly, groaning at the tight, wet heat that envelops me. Ophelia gasps, her eyes widening as I fill her. I pause once I'm fully seated, giving her time to adjust.

"You okay?" I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding still.

Ophelia nods, her hands gripping my biceps. "Yes," she says. "Move, please."

I don't need to be told twice. I start to move, setting a steady rhythm that has Ophelia moaning beneath me. Troy captures her lips again, swallowing her cries as I pick up the pace.

Mace and Rhys continue their exploration of Ophelia's body, their touches adding to her pleasure. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around me.

"That's it, sweetheart," I encourage her, my hips snapping forward with more force. "Let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel."

Ophelia breaks away from Troy's kiss, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh god," she cries out. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop."

I grin, feeling a surge of pride at her words. "I may not have a knot," I say, my voice low and husky, "but I bet I can make you scream."

With that, I shift my angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Ophelia's eyes fly open, a loud moan escaping her lips. I keep up the relentless pace, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on, Ophelia," I urge her. "Come for us. Let us hear you."

As if my words are the final push she needs, Ophelia shatters. She cries out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm washes over her. The sight and feel of her coming undone is enough to push me over the edge as well. I bury my face in her neck, groaning as I find my release inside her.

For a moment, we're both still, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then, slowly, I lift my head to look at her. Ophelia's eyes are half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That was..." she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

I chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "We're nowhere near done with you yet."

I pull out slowly, mindful of her sensitivity. As I move back, Mace takes my place between Ophelia's legs. His large frame dwarfs her, but the gentle way he cups her face belies his size.

"My turn, gorgeous," he rumbles, his voice deep with desire.

Ophelia nods eagerly, her hands reaching for him. As Mace starts to enter her, I move up to the head of the bed, cradling Ophelia's head in my lap. She looks up at me, her blue eyes filled with trust and desire.

"You're doing so well," I murmur, stroking her hair. "Just relax and let us take care of you."

Ophelia's response is cut off by a gasp as Mace fully seats himself inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. I can't take my eyes off her face, watching as pleasure overtakes her features.

Mace sets a steady pace, his large hands gripping Ophelia's hips. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with Ophelia's moans and our collective heavy breathing. The air is thick with the scent of sex and arousal, our pheromones mingling in a heady cocktail.

Troy moves to Ophelia's side, his hand replacing Mace's on her breast. He rolls her nipple between his fingers, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Rhys is on her other side, his mouth latched onto her neck, no doubt leaving marks that will last for days.

I continue to stroke Ophelia's hair, murmuring words of encouragement. "That's it, sweetheart," I say softly. "You're taking him so well. You look so beautiful like this."

Ophelia's eyes flutter open, locking onto mine. The intensity of her gaze takes my breath away. There's so much emotion swirling in those blue depths—desire, yes, but also trust.

"Maddox," she gasps out, her voice breathy and strained. "I'm close. So close."

I smile down at her, my free hand moving to cup her cheek. "Then come for us, beautiful," I tell her. "Let go. We've got you."

As if my words are the final push she needs, Ophelia cries out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm washes over her. Mace groans, his hips stuttering as he follows her over the edge, his knot swelling and locking them together.

For a moment, the room is silent save for our heavy breathing. Then, slowly, Mace maneuvers them onto their sides, careful not to jostle his knot. Ophelia whimpers softly at the movement, her body oversensitive.

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're doing so well," I murmur. "Just rest for a bit. We've got all night."

Ophelia nods sleepily, her eyes already starting to drift closed. I exchange a look with the others over her head. We all know this is just the beginning. We have a long night ahead of us, taking turns caring for our omega through her heat.

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