Page 96 of Knot Happening Again

"Oh, yes," I moan, my head falling back. "Rhys, please..."

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Rhys asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell me what you want."

I can barely think straight, lost in the pleasure of his cock inside me. But I know what I need. What my body is screaming for.

"Your knot," I gasp. "Please, Rhys. I need your knot."

Rhys growls, the sound sending shivers down my spine. His grip on my hips tightens as he starts to thrust up harder, faster.

"You want my knot, Ophelia?" he pants. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes," I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes, please, alpha."

The title slips out without me meaning to, but Rhys's reaction is immediate. He surges up, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss as his knot starts to swell.

I feel the stretch, the delicious burn as his knot pushes against my entrance. It's almost too much, bordering on pain, but I can't get enough. I bear down, desperate to take all of him.

"Fuck," Rhys groans against my lips. "That's it, sweetheart. Take it all."

With one final thrust, his knot pops inside me. I cry out at the sensation, my body clenching around him. It's overwhelming, the fullness, the pressure, the way he's hitting every spot inside me.

"Look at you," Troy murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "Taking that knot so well. You were made for this, weren't you, princess? For us."

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I'm beyond speech at this point, reduced to whimpers and moans as Rhys grinds his hips against mine, his knot tugging at my entrance with each small movement.

Rhys's hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is almost too much, pushing me rapidly toward another orgasm.

"Come for me, Ophelia," Rhys urges, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you come on my knot."

His words, combined with the pressure of his knot inside me and his fingers on my clit, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body clenching rhythmically around him. The pressure is intense, almost unbearable, but so, so good.

Rhys follows soon after, his hips jerking as he spills inside me. The warmth of his release triggers another small orgasm, leaving me trembling and gasping in his arms.

For a long moment, we stay like that, panting and holding each other close. Rhys peppers soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, his hands stroking soothingly down my back.

"You okay?" he asks softly, echoing Troy's earlier question.

I nod, not trusting my voice yet. I feel... different. Sated in a way I haven't felt in years, maybe ever. The gnawing hunger of my heat has receded to a dull throb, manageable for the first time since it started.

"You're amazing," Rhys murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

His words make my heart clench. It's still hard for me to believe that they really want me, that this isn't just about the physical pleasure or fulfilling some biological imperative.

Troy moves closer, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. "He's right, princess," he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "You're incredible."

I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by their tenderness. After so long of guarding myself, of expecting the worst, their genuine care and affection is almost too much to bear.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "Both of you. For everything."

Rhys's arms tighten around me, pulling me closer. "You don't have to thank us, Ophelia," he says softly. "We're here because we want to be. Because we care about you."

Troy nods in agreement, his hand moving to stroke my hair. "What he said," he adds, a hint of his usual smirk in his voice. "We've got you. You're safe with us."

I let their words wash over me, soothing the jagged edges of my heart. I bury my face in Rhys's neck and wrap my arms around him, breathing in his scent.

This is too good to be true. How could it not be? But fuck, I want to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.

CHAPTER 28

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