Page 114 of Knot Happening Again

My words push her over the edge. She comes with a cry of my name, her body tensing as pleasure courses through her, nails digging into my shoulders. The sight and feel of her orgasm trigger my own, and I follow her over the edge with a low, rumbling purr. She's purring, too, a softer, trilling sound that vibrates against my chest as our bodies press so close together that I lose track of where she ends and I begin.

Fuck, that sound is the sweetest music I've ever heard.

We cling to each other as we come down from our high, both of us panting heavily. The room falls silent, the piano finally at rest.

After a moment, Ophelia starts to giggle. I pull back to look at her, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Sorry," she says, still laughing. "I just... I don't think I'll ever be able to hear you play again without thinking about this."

I grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good. That was my plan all along. Behavioral conditioning. All I'll have to do is press a few keys and you'll be wet and ready for my knot."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a softness in her laughter that makes my heart skip a beat.

Ophelia's laughter is infectious, and I can't help but join in. There's something so freeing about this moment, tangled up with her on my piano, both of us sweaty and sated. I lean in to capture her lips in a soft kiss, savoring the taste of her.

A throat clears behind us, and I freeze. Fuck. I turn my head, careful not to jostle Ophelia too much since we're still tied together, and see Leon standing awkwardly in the doorway.

His face is a mix of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and yeah, there's definitely some jealousy there. His jaw is clenched tight, and I can see the muscle ticking in his jaw.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt," he says, his voice strained. "Mace asked me to let you know dinner's ready."

Ophelia buries her face in my chest, her cheeks flaming red. I can feel the heat of her blush against my skin, but I just smirk at Leon. No way in hell am I going to act ashamed.

"Thanks for the heads up," I drawl, not bothering to move or cover us up. "Does anyone in this house knock?"

Leon's eyes narrow slightly. "The door would have to be shut for us to knock," he retorts, gesturing to the wide-open doorway.

Fair point. I shrug, unrepentant. "We'll be down once my knot goes down," I say casually, as if we're discussing the weather and not the fact that I'm currently knotted inside his ex.

Leon's nostrils flare, and I can see him fighting for control. Even he has enough sense to know he has no right to bitch about this, but alpha instincts are alpha instincts. "Right," he grits out. "I'll let Mace and the others know you'll be... delayed."

He turns on his heel and stalks off, his footsteps heavy on the stairs. I wait until I hear him reach the bottom before I let out a low chuckle.

Ophelia lifts her head, her eyes wide. "Oh my god," she whispers. "That was mortifying."

I brush a strand of hair out of her face, grinning. "Nah, it was hilarious. Did you see his face?"

Her face grows even redder. "If I didn't know better, I'd think he was…"

"Jealous?" I offer. "He is." When I see the incredulous look she's giving me, I add, "Trust me, I know him. And other alphas, for that matter."

"He's not jealous," she mumbles. "He's the one who left, remember?"

"Never said he wasn't a dumbass," I say, cupping her cheek and turning her head back toward me. "But the entire time I've known Leon, he's been kicking himself for something. At least now, it makes sense. I finally know what it was."

Her eyes widen slightly before she looks away. "It doesn't change the past."

"Of course not," I agree. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you should ever forgive him. But if it were me, I'd enjoy watching him suffer and let me assure you, princess, he's suffering."

She purses those full, pink lips. "I'm not with you guys to get back at Leon."

"Oh, I know that," I say, capturing her lips. "But no reason it can't be a bonus."

She gives a soft laugh without breaking the kiss. "We should probably untangle and go downstairs."

"Yeah," I say with a reluctant sigh of agreement. "I could stay tangled up with you like this all night."

"Well, the night is young," she murmurs against my lips. "And I'm not going anywhere."

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