Page 95 of Knot Happening Again

"Fuck, she's gripping my knot so hard," Troy groans. "You close, princess? Gonna come for us again?"

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Rhys increases the pressure on my clit, his fingers moving in tight, fast circles. The coil of pleasure in my belly winds tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

"That's it," Rhys encourages, his breath hot against my neck. "You're taking it so well."

"I'm close," Troy grunts, his rhythm faltering slightly. "Fuck, Ophelia, you feel so good."

Rhys leans in, his lips brushing my ear. "Come for us, sweetheart," he urges. "Let us feel you."

His words, combined with the dual stimulation of Troy inside me and Rhys's fingers on my clit, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed. Troy follows soon after, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.

For a moment, we're all still, panting heavily. Troy is locked inside me, knot still pulsing with his heartbeat.

"Fuck," I moan, my head lolling to the side as I collapse completely in Rhys's arms. All the pain from earlier is gone, but even though the hunger is still there, it's waned to tolerability for the moment.

I gasp for air, my body trembling with aftershocks. Troy's knot is still locked inside me, stretching me deliciously. Rhys's fingers continue to stroke my clit gently, drawing out the last waves of pleasure.

"You okay?" Troy asks, his voice gruff but tender.

I nod, not trusting my voice yet. My skin feels electric, every nerve ending alive and singing. Rhys presses soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, his touch soothing and arousing at the same time.

"You're perfect," Rhys murmurs against my skin. "So beautiful when you come for us."

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I've never felt so desired, so cherished. It's almost too much to bear.

Troy shifts slightly, his knot tugging at my entrance. I whimper at the sensation, oversensitive but still craving more. He stills immediately, his hand coming up to cup my face.

"Sorry, princess," he says, his blue eyes dark with concern and lingering desire. "Didn't mean to hurt you."

I shake my head, leaning into his touch. "You didn't," I assure him, my voice hoarse. "It feels good. You both feel so good."

Rhys's hand slides down my body, coming to rest on my lower belly where I can feel Troy's knot pressing from the inside. The pressure of his hand makes me gasp, clenching involuntarily around Troy.

"Fuck," Troy groans, his hips jerking slightly. "Keep that up and we'll be stuck here all night."

Rhys chuckles, the sound low and full of promise. "Would that be such a bad thing?"

I shiver at the thought, my body already warming again. My heat is far from over, and the idea of spending the night locked between these two alphas is intoxicating.

We stay like that for a while, trading soft touches and softer kisses as we wait for Troy's knot to go down. It's intimate in a way I'm not used to, but I find myself relaxing into it, savoring the closeness.

Finally, Troy's knot starts to shrink. He pulls out slowly, careful not to hurt me. I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty.

"Your turn, Doc," Troy says, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Before I can process what's happening, Rhys is pulling me onto his lap. His cock is hard and ready, pressing against myentrance. I'm still slick and open from Troy, his seed and my slick trickling down my thighs in a rush, so Rhys slides in easily.

I cry out at the sensation, my body welcoming him eagerly. Rhys groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Fuck, Ophelia," he breathes, his green eyes dark with desire. "You really do feel incredible."

I start to move, rolling my hips against his. The angle is different like this, hitting spots inside me that make me see stars. Rhys guides my movements, helping me find a rhythm that has us both panting.

Troy watches us with hungry eyes, his hand lazily stroking his cock as it starts to harden again. The sight of him touching himself while watching us sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

"That's it, beautiful," Troy encourages, his voice husky. "Ride him good."

His words spur me on. I pick up the pace, bouncing on Rhys's cock with renewed vigor. Rhys meets me thrust for thrust, his hips snapping up to meet mine.

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