Page 197 of Knot Happening Again

Leon watches from the foot of the bed, his eyes dark with hunger. There's still a hint of hesitation in his posture, as if he's not sure he belongs here. I reach for him, needing him to know that he's part of this too.

"Leon," I breathe, and the sound of his name on my lips seems to break something inside him.

He moves then, crawling up the bed to join us. His lips find mine in a kiss that's equal parts desperate and tender. I pour everything I'm feeling into it.

My forgiveness.

My acceptance.

My love.

When we part, his eyes are shining. "I love you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "I've always loved you, Ophelia."

"I love you too," I murmur, the words coming easily now that I've finally allowed myself to feel them. "All of you."

My admission seems to ignite something in them. Suddenly, their touches become more urgent, more focused. Rhys's fingers slip between my legs, finding me wet and ready. He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine.

"So wet for us," he murmurs, his fingers circling my clit with practiced ease. "So perfect."

I arch into his touch, desperate for more. Troy takes advantage of my movement, latching onto my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple. The dual sensation makes me cry out, pleasure coursing through me.

Maddox captures my cry with his mouth, swallowing the sound as he kisses me deeply. His hand replaces Rhys's between my legs, and I whimper at the loss before moaning as he slides two fingers inside me.

"That's it, sweetheart," he encourages, his voice low and husky. "Take what you need."

And I do. I rock against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside me. Mace's mouth is on my other breast now, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. The contrasting sensations—Troy's smooth cheek and Mace's rough beard—send shivers down my spine.

Leon's hand cups my face, turning me toward him. His eyes are intense, filled with a mixture of love and desire that takes my breath away.

"Can I taste you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, unable to form words. He smiles, soft and genuine, before moving down my body. The others shift to make room for him, but their touches never cease. I'm hyperaware of every point of contact—Rhys's lips on my neck, Troy and Mace at my breasts, Maddox's fingers inside me.

And then Leon's mouth is on me, his tongue parting my folds, and I cry out at the intensity of it all. He groans, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs against my heated flesh.

His words, combined with the relentless attention of my pack, push me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed. They work me through it, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I'm a quivering mess beneath them.

As I come down from my high, panting and flushed, I realize this isn't enough. I need more. I need all of them.

"Please," I whimper, reaching for them. "I need you. All of you."

They exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Then Rhys speaks, his voice gentle but firm. "Are you sure, love? We don't want to overwhelm you."

I nod, more certain of this than I've been of anything in my life. "I'm sure. I want to feel all of you. Please."

They move as one, repositioning themselves around me. Rhys settles between my legs, his cock pressing against my entrance. Leon and Troy flank me on either side, while Mace kneels by my head. Maddox positions himself next to Mace, his hands running soothingly along my sides.

"Ready?" Rhys asks, searching my face for any sign of hesitation.

"Yes," I breathe, lifting my hips in invitation.

He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. I moan at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming in the best way. When he's fully seated, he pauses, his forehead resting against mine.

"You feel amazing," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

I roll my hips, silently urging him to move. He takes the hint, starting a slow, deep rhythm that has me seeing stars. Leon and Troy each take one of my hands, guiding them to their cocks. I stroke them in time with Rhys's thrusts, relishing in the groans of pleasure I draw from them.

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