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I start to move, unable to hold back any longer. I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace. Ophelia cries out in pleasure, the sound muffled as she takes Troy into her mouth.

Rhys watches us, his own hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes are glazed with lust, flicking between Ophelia's face and where I'm pounding into her.

The room fills with the sounds of our mating—skin slapping against skin, Troy's grunts of pleasure, Ophelia's muffled moans, my own animalistic growls. The scent of sex and pheromones hangs heavy in the air, driving us all into a frenzy.

I grip Ophelia's hips tighter, driving into her with powerful thrusts. She takes it all, her body yielding to me in a way that makes my head spin. Every push inside her tight, wet heat brings me closer to the edge.

Troy's head is thrown back, his fingers tangled in Ophelia's dark hair as she works him with her mouth. The sounds he's making—deep, guttural groans—tell me our girl's doing one hell of a job.

Rhys watches us, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. His eyes are dark with lust.

"Fuck, Ophelia," I growl, feeling my knot starting to swell. "You're taking me so well, little one. You want my knot?"

She pulls off Troy long enough to gasp out a "Yes!" before he guides her back down onto his cock.

I speed up my thrusts, chasing my own release since a knot is the only thing that's going to ease the little omega's suffering. Ophelia's inner walls flutter around me, signaling her own approaching orgasm. I reach around, finding her clit with my fingers. I rub it in tight circles, determined to make her come before I do.

It doesn't take long. With a muffled cry, Ophelia's body tenses, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. She relaxes just enough for my knot to slip in, and not a moment too soon before it swells to its full girth. The added pressure is too much. With a roar, I slam home one last time, my knot locking us together as I empty myself inside her.

Troy follows soon after, his hips jerking as he comes down Ophelia's throat. She swallows it all, licking him clean before collapsing onto the bed. Troy collapses against the headboard, dazed and satisfied.

We stay like that for a moment, all of us panting and sweaty. I'm still locked inside Ophelia, my knot keeping us tied together. I carefully maneuver us onto our sides, spooning her from behind.

"You okay, little one?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She nods, a soft smile on her face. "Never better," she says, her voice hoarse.

Rhys moves in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "You're amazing," he tells her, stroking her cheek. "Think you can go again once Mace's knot goes down?"

Ophelia's eyes light up with renewed desire. "Yes, please," she purrs.

I chuckle, holding her close. "We're gonna give you all you need and then some, omega."

Ophelia's body fits perfectly against mine, her curves molding to my bulk like we were made for each other. And maybe we were.

The thought sends a jolt through me. Fuck, this just feels right. I know the others feel it, too.

Even Troy, for all his fears and reservations.

Now we just have to be sure she feels the same way by the time she leaves here.

Or better yet, convince her to stay.

CHAPTER 10

TROY

Ican't help but stare at Ophelia as she sleeps, mesmerized by the way the warm afternoon sun plays off her raven hair, highlighting the soft curves of her body. She's curled up in the center of the massive nest, surrounded by a tangle of silk sheets and plush pillows.

I shift in the armchair where I've been keeping watch, my muscles protesting after hours of sitting still. The room is thick with the scent of sex and pheromones, a heady mixture that makes my head spin. Ophelia's heat scent—jasmine and sea air—dominates everything, calling to something primal deep inside me.

Part of me still can't believe I'm here, that I actually joined them last night. After spending most of the first night holed up in my studio, drowning my conflicted feelings in music and whiskey, I finally gave in to the pull of Ophelia's scent.

And fuck, it was intense.

Better than anything I've ever experienced.

But now, in the quiet aftermath, doubt creeps back in. This is dangerous territory. I've been down this road before, let myself get swept up in the intoxicating allure of an omega, only to have my heart ripped out and stomped on.

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