Page 168 of Knot Happening Again

Their movements become more frantic, driving me higher and higher. I'm teetering on the edge, so close I can taste it.

I can hear Mace's labored breathing too as he watches, thoroughly enjoying himself. Patiently waiting for his turn.

Or not so patiently.

"Mark me," I plead. "Please, I need it."

Troy pulls me down harder onto his cock, his lips finding the junction of my neck and shoulder. Maddox mirrors him on the other side. They bite down in unison, and the world explodes into white-hot pleasure.

Maddox is right. He may not have an alpha's knot, but oh, fuck, his bite… it feels just as good as Troy's, in a different way. Like the difference between a blinding white orgasm that comes hard and fast, and one that takes its time, both leading to the same toe-curling ecstasy.

I scream, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me. I feel Troy's knot swelling, locking us together as he pulses inside me. Maddox groans, his hips stuttering as he finds his release.

As the aftershocks roll through me, I become aware of the marks on my neck. They throb in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of what just happened. Of the choice I've made.

Maddox pulls out gently, and I collapse against Troy's chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we wait for his knot to go down.

"You okay, princess?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I nod, feeling boneless and sated. Their marks tingle on my neck, newly formed. "More than okay."

The bed dips as Mace joins us, his large hand smoothing down my back. "You did so well, sweetheart," he rumbles. "So beautiful."

I turn my head to look at him, noting the way his eyes darken as they land on the fresh marks on my neck. "Your turn next?" I ask, a hint of shyness creeping into my voice.

Mace's smile is predatory. "Oh yes. As soon as Troy's knot goes down, you're all mine."

The promise in his voice sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I snuggle closer to Troy, basking in the warmth of my new pack as we wait.

It doesn't take long before Troy's knot deflates enough for me to lift off him. I wince slightly at the emptiness, but Mace is there immediately, gathering me into his arms.

"Ready for me, little omega?" he growls, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket.

I nod, tilting my head to bare my neck. "Yes, alpha."

Mace's eyes flash at the title, and he surges forward, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moan into his mouth, already feeling the stirrings of arousal again.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw to my neck. "Gonna make you mine," he murmurs against my skin. "Gonna take care of you so good."

I whimper, tilting my head further to give him better access. "Please, Mace. Need you." My voice is an omega whine, breathy and needy for him. I'm so close to being marked by the whole pack, and my body craves it as intensely as my soul does.

He growls, the sound vibrating through me. In one swift movement, he flips us, pinning me beneath his bulk. His cock presses against my entrance, and I arch up, trying to take him in.

"Patience, sweetheart," he chuckles, nipping at my collarbone. "We've got all the time in the world now."

He enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I gasp at the stretch, feeling so full and complete. When he's fully seated, he pauses, giving me time to adjust.

"You feel so good," I breathe, running my hands over his broad shoulders. "So perfect."

Mace starts to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Each one sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, building the fire in my core. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"That's it, little omega," he grunts. "Take what you need."

I lose myself in the sensations, in the feeling of being surrounded by Mace. His scent, his touch, his voice, his softstomach and strong chest pressing down on me, they all combine to create a cocoon of safety and pleasure.

As the tension builds with each thrust, I feel his knot starting to swell, bumping against me each time. "Mace," I gasp. "I'm close. So close."

He speeds up his thrusts, driving me higher. "Come for me, Effy. Let me feel you."

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