Page 94 of Knot Happening Again

He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is delicious, my body welcoming him eagerly. When he's fully seated, we both groan at the sensation.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Troy mutters, his hips starting to move in slow, deep thrusts.

Rhys's hand finds my breast again, kneading gently before pinching my nipple. The combination of sensations—Troy inside me, Rhys's hands on my body—has me gasping with pleasure again already.

"Good girl," Rhys murmurs, all traces of the conflict from earlier gone. There's only desire and an affection so intense I have a hard time believing it's for me.

Troy picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Each one sends sparks of pleasure through my body, building toward another peak. Rhys's hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with Troy's movements.

I'm overwhelmed by sensation, by the care and desire radiating from both alphas. It's so different from anything I've experienced before them—not just the physical pleasure, but the emotional connection. The feeling of being truly wanted, truly cared for.

The only other time I was touched like this…

I shake the thought from my mind. No. He's already shaken me up enough for one night. I won't let him intrude on this moment, too.

"I think she needs a knot," Troy pants, and I can feel his knot bumping against me each time he thrusts. "Don't you, princess?"

My voice is too weak from pleasure to speak, but I nod eagerly, desperate not to miss the opportunity. Fuck, yes, I want it. Need it.

"She is slick," Rhys murmurs in approval, spreading me around his fingers to make it easier for Troy to slip inside.

Even though I'm desperate, I feel the burn as he tries. Getting knotted is hard, no matter how aroused, and I can't help the whimper that escapes me, before I manage to swallow it down out of fear that they'll stop.

"It's alright, baby girl," Rhys says, his gentle words laced with a low, rumbling purr that warms me all throughout. He adjusts me so I'm supported more by his body, his other hand skating over my stomach. His fingers gently probe the spot between my navel and the patch of curls between my legs, and then he applies more pressure, rubbing in slow, gentle circles.

I gasp as a strange warmth washes over me and my muscles relax on their own. A new kind of pleasure throbs deep in my core, in some hidden spot he's found. Troy's knot slips in painlessly as my body relaxes to accommodate him.

Out of all the alphas I've ever been with, I never thought there could be things about my body I had left to learn, but it's like Rhys knows the cheat codes. When I look up at him, the glimmer of amusement in his eyes makes it clear I didn't do a good job hiding my shock.

"There are perks to being an omega doctor's omega," he says in a teasing tone, nipping my earlobe.

I shiver, not just from his touch but from his words. Being his omega… does he really mean that? After everything?

"Fuck, she's so warm and tight," Troy groans, his head falling back as his eyes shutter closed in bliss.

"Don't torture me," Rhys says in a wry tone as he resumes stroking my clit, helping me relax even more. Now the sensation of Troy's knot is nothing but pleasurable, and even though Iknow it will take more than his knot to get me out of this heat, it's gone from being the worst heat of my life to an experience I don't want to come to an end anytime soon.

Troy's knot stretches me deliciously, filling me in a way that makes my toes curl and my back arch. The pressure inside me is intense, bordering on too much, but Rhys's fingers on my clit keep me balanced on the knife's edge of pleasure.

"That's it, princess," Troy growls, his hips grinding against mine as he tries to push even deeper. "Take it all."

I whimper, my hands fisting in the sheets. The dual sensations of Troy's cock and Rhys's clever fingers have me trembling, teetering on the brink of another orgasm. But it's not quite enough to push me over.

Rhys seems to sense my frustration. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, "What do you need, Ophelia? Tell us how to make you feel good."

His words send a shiver through me. It's still so new, so foreign, to have alphas actually care about my pleasure. To have them ask what I want instead of just taking.

"I... I don't know," I gasp, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. "More. Please, just... more."

Troy chuckles, the sound low and husky. "More, she says. I think we can manage that, can't we, Rhys?"

Rhys hums in agreement, his free hand moving to cup my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, the slight edge of pain mixing with pleasure in a way that has me moaning.

"Look at her," Rhys murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful like this."

Their praise washes over me, warming me from the inside out. I've never felt so desired, so cherished. It's intoxicating.

Troy's thrusts become more forceful, his knot tugging at my entrance with each movement. The stretch is exquisite, ridingthe line between pleasure and pain. I cry out, my body clenching around him.

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