Page 82 of Knot Happening Again

"What a way to wake up," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep and arousal. His hand slides down his abs, disappearing beneath the sheet draped low on his hips.

Ophelia whines, her hips bucking against mine. The movement sends jolts of pleasure through me, and I have to gritmy teeth to keep from taking her right then and there. "Please," she gasps out, her voice high and needy. I've never responded to an omega's whine the way I do hers. If she asked me to kill a man, I'd do it. Especially if it was the one who left that mark on her. "I need..."

"She really needs a knot," Maddox remarks, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over Ophelia's writhing form.

Before I can respond, Ophelia turns, her hand reaching for Maddox's boxers. She palms his growing erection through the thin fabric, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. The sight of her, so desperate and needy, makes my cock throb with want.

"Looks like she needs you too, Mads," I say with a grin, unable to keep the arousal from my voice. It should be illegal, the control she has over us. Without even realizing it.

Maddox doesn't need any further encouragement. He shucks off his boxers, his cock springing free. It's already glistening at the tip with pre-cum. Ophelia immediately latches onto it, taking him deep into her mouth with a moan that vibrates through all of us.

She's usually so buttoned up, so guarded. Seeing her like this, wild with desire, her inhibitions stripped away by her heat, is the hottest thing I've ever seen. It makes me want to break down every wall she's built, to see her come undone over and over again.

I position myself between her legs, sliding into her wet heat with one smooth thrust. She's so tight, so hot around me that for a moment, I see stars. Ophelia moans around Maddox's cock, the vibrations making him groan and thrust deeper into her mouth.

We fall into a rhythm, Ophelia rocking between us as I fuck her and she sucks Maddox off. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—skin slapping against skin, muffled moans, andbreathless gasps. It's a symphony of desire, and I never want it to end.

I run my hands over Ophelia's body, marveling at the softness of her skin. She's all curves and valleys, a landscape I want to spend hours exploring. My fingers find her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Ophelia's reaction is immediate—her back arches, pushing her hips further into me as she takes me deeper.

I can feel my knot starting to swell, catching on Ophelia's entrance with each thrust. She whines, pushing back against me, silently begging for more. The sound goes straight to my core, awakening something primal in me. I want to claim her, to mark her, to make her ours in every way possible.

"Fuck, I'm close," Maddox grits out, his hands tangled in Ophelia's hair. His face is a mask of pleasure, his jaw clenched as he fights to hold back his orgasm.

I speed up my thrusts, chasing my own release. Ready to give her what she needs. The familiar tension builds at the base of my spine, a coiling heat that threatens to consume me. "Me too," I pant, my voice rough with exertion. "Come on, baby girl. Come for us."

As if my words are the final push she needs, Ophelia comes undone. Her body tenses, inner walls clamping down on my cock as she cries out around Maddox. The sight and feel of her orgasm triggers our own, and we come almost simultaneously.

I guess she's bringing us all together in more ways than one.

My knot swells, locking me inside Ophelia as I empty myself into her. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I've knotted omegas before, but never like this. Never with this sense of rightness, of completion.

Maddox groans, his hips jerking as he spills down Ophelia's throat. His face is a picture of ecstasy, his head thrown back and his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.

For a moment, we're all still, panting heavily. The only sound in the room is our ragged breathing and the distant chirping of birds outside. Then I chuckle, unable to help myself. "We're pretty in sync," I remark, my voice still breathless.

Maddox laughs, the sound warm and rich. He carefully extracts himself from Ophelia's mouth, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. Ophelia collapses onto the bed, a satisfied smile on her face. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen and red, and there's a flush high on her cheeks. She's never looked more beautiful.

The door opens, and Mace walks in carrying a huge tray laden with food. The smell of bacon and coffee wafts through the air, making my stomach growl. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now.

"What did I miss?" Mace asks, a teasing grin on his face. His eyes roam over us, taking in our disheveled state and the obvious signs of what we've been up to.

Ophelia lifts her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Nothing you can't make up for once Troy's knot goes down," she says, her voice hoarse but playful.

Mace chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "I'll hold you to that, gorgeous," he says, setting the tray down on a nearby table.

We maneuver Ophelia so she's sitting up on my lap, my knot still buried inside her. It's a bit awkward, and we have to move slowly to avoid causing her discomfort, but we manage to arrange ourselves so she can eat comfortably. The feeling of her weight on me, the way she fits so perfectly against my body, sends a wave of contentment through me.

As we dig into the feast Mace prepared—-fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and steaming mugs of coffee—I can't help but marvel at how right this feels. It's like Ophelia hasalways been a part of our pack, filling a void we didn't even know existed.

Ophelia looks around as she nibbles on a piece of bacon, her brow furrowing. "Where's Rhys?" she asks, her voice clearer now that she's had her needs met for the moment. There's a note of concern in her tone that makes something twist in my gut.

We exchange awkward glances, unsure how to explain the situation. The easy mood of moments ago evaporates, replaced by a tension that's become all too familiar lately.

Finally, Maddox speaks up, his voice gentle. "He had to go look for Leon," he says carefully, watching Ophelia's face for her reaction.

Ophelia freezes, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Leon?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. All the color drains from her face, and for a moment, I'm worried she might faint.

We all look at her, confused by her reaction. It's more than just surprise—there's fear there, and something that looks a lot like pain. "Yeah, Leon. Our other alpha," I explain, trying to keep my voice casual even as worry gnaws at my insides. "What's wrong?"

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