Page 166 of Knot Like Other Girls

Need to be fucked.

"Bella," Roman's voice cuts through the haze, steady and commanding. "Who do you want first?"

My eyes find Cole instantly, as if drawn by a magnet. The alpha whose knot got me through the first wave when I was the most vulnerable. "Cole," I say without a moment's hesitation. "I need Cole."

I watch as he moves toward me, only to be stopped by Roman's hand on his shoulder. They're talking about something—about whether all of them should stay or some should leave—but their words seem distant and unimportant. All I can focus on is the burning need consuming me from the inside out.

My hands move of their own accord, sliding over my heated skin, seeking relief that remains frustratingly out of reach. "Please," I gasp, as another wave of cramps hits me. "I can't—it's too much?—"

"Shh, we've got you," Liam murmurs against my hair, his tattooed arms still supporting me from behind.

I hear Cole's gravelly voice, though the words are hard to make out through the roaring in my ears. Whatever he says makes Roman nod.

"We'll be right outside," Roman says, rising from the nest with visible reluctance. "You just call when you need us."

No, I want to protest. I don't want them to leave. I need all of them, need their scents, their strength, their protection.

"Wait," Troy says suddenly, his blue eyes meeting Cole's in a moment of silent communication. "I should stay too."

The others pause, looking between Troy and Cole with understanding in their eyes. I've noticed the bond between these two before—how Troy seems to be the only one who can consistently make Cole smile, how Cole's tension eases whenever Troy's nearby. They balance each other perfectly. Troy's sunshine to Cole's shadow.

Having both Troy and Cole with me feels right somehow. The perfect combination for my first experience.

"Yes," I say immediately, reaching for Troy's hand and pulling him down beside me. He lets me, even though he's three times my size at the very least. "Please stay."

Savva approaches, pressing a cool hand to my forehead. "Remember the signals," he says, his voice tight with restraint. "And know we're here the moment you need us."

"It'll be your turn soon," I say hoarsely, barely comprehending as he moves away. Liam reluctantly releases me, brushing his lips against my temple before rising.

"Take care of our girl," he says to Troy and Cole, his voice rough.

As Roman and the others file out of the room, Troy moves to join Cole and me in the center of the nest. Stone, steel, and summer fireworks mingle in a delicious bouquet that has my skin prickling all over again.

"What do you need?" Cole asks, his voice rougher than usual.

"You," I manage to gasp. "Both of you. Please."

"We've got you, princess," Troy murmurs, his large hand gentle as it cups my cheek.

Cole seems hesitant, uncertain, despite the obvious hardness straining against his pants. I press myself against him shamelessly, my bare breasts against his chest, my hips seeking friction.

"Are you sure?" he asks, always asking, always checking even as my heat scent fills the room.

"Yes," I plead, tugging at his shirt. "Please. It hurts, Cole. I need you. Both of you."

The last of his hesitation vanishes at my words. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest and torso. The scars that mark his skin only make him more beautiful to me—proof of his survival, his strength.

Troy follows suit, stripping off his own shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest. Where Cole is all hard angles and battle scars, Troy is smooth golden skin and brawn. The contrast between them is breathtaking.

I run my hands over both of them reverently, tracing the path of scar tissue across Cole's chest and the thickness of Troy's torso. Even through the fever of my heat, I'm struck by how perfectly we fit together. How right this feels.

"Take these off," I urge, tugging at their pants with clumsy fingers. "Need to feel you."

They comply, stripping efficiently until they're as naked as I am. The sight of them—both massive and hard—sends another pulse of desperate need through my core.

"Alpha," I whisper, the word slipping out unbidden as I reach for them both.

Something flashes in Cole's eye at the title—possession, need, want—and he growls low in his throat. Troy echoes the sound, deeper and just as aggressive. Their sounds vibrate through me,and I moan in response, my body reacting instinctively to these two incredible alphas.

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