Page 93 of Knot Happening Again

I feel a flutter of desire in my belly at his words. My heat, which had receded slightly during my bath, and with the jolt of seeing Leon so unexpectedly, starts to simmer again. I nod, not trusting my voice.

Rhys cups my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Is this okay?" he asks, always so careful, so considerate. "We can stop anytime you want."

"It's okay," I assure him, leaning into his touch. "I want this. I want you both."

That seems to be all the encouragement they need. Troy's lips find my neck, pressing soft kisses along my pulse point. Rhys captures my mouth in a tender kiss, his lips moving against mine with exquisite gentleness.

I lose myself in their touches, in the sensations they're drawing from my body. Troy's hand skims down my side, coming to rest on my hip. Rhys's fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head to deepen our kiss.

They're being even more gentle than usual, their touches reverent, almost worshipful. It makes my heart ache in the best way, knowing how much they care, how much they want to make me feel good.

Troy's hand slips between my thighs, finding me already wet and ready. I gasp into Rhys's mouth as Troy's fingers start to explore, teasing and stroking.

"So responsive," Troy murmurs against my skin.

Rhys breaks our kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw to my neck. His hand moves to my breast, palming it gently before rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations—Troy's fingers between my legs, Rhys's mouth on my neck—have me arching off the bed, desperate for more.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm asking for. More touch? More pleasure? Just... more?

"Shh," Rhys soothes, his breath hot against my ear. "We've got you. Let us take care of you."

Troy shifts, moving down my body. His intentions become clear as he settles between my thighs, his blue eyes dark with desire as they meet mine. "Are you ready?" he asks, his voice husky.

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Troy grins before lowering his head, his tongue darting out to taste me. I cry out at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Rhys captures my lips again, swallowing my moans as Troy works me with his mouth. His tongue is clever and relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit.

I'm lost in a haze of pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensations. Rhys's kisses, passionate yet tender. Troy's mouth between my legs, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Their scents mingling in the air around us, wrapping me up like a warm blanket.

My orgasm builds slowly, a warm tension coiling in my belly. Troy seems to sense how close I am, redoubling his efforts. His fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me as he sucks on my clit.

"That's it," Rhys murmurs against my lips. "Let go for us, Ophelia. We've got you."

His words, combined with Troy's ministrations, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed. Waves of pleasure wash over me, intense and all-consuming.

Troy works me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks subside. When I finally come down, I open my eyes to find both alphas watching me with awe and desire.

"Beautiful," Rhys breathes, leaning in to kiss me softly.

Troy moves back up the bed, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Fucking gorgeous," he agrees, his voice rough with want.

I reach for them both, suddenly desperate to return the pleasure they've given me. But Rhys catches my hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

"Let us take care of you," he says softly. "This is about you, Ophelia."

I want to argue, to insist that I can give as good as I get. But the tenderness in their eyes, the clear desire to pamper and pleasure me, makes me pause.

After so long of having to be strong, of having to guard myself, the idea of just... letting go, of allowing myself to be cared for, is overwhelmingly tempting.

So I nod, settling back against the pillows. "Okay," I whisper.

Troy grins, his hand trailing down my side. "Good girl," he purrs, the praise sending a shiver through me.

Rhys leans in, capturing my lips in another kiss. As his tongue slides against mine, I feel Troy positioning himself between my legs. He runs the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my slick.

"Relaxed enough for me, princess?" Troy asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I break away from Rhys's kiss to nod. "Yes," I breathe. "Please, Troy."

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