Page 169 of Knot Like Other Girls

"Cole," she moans, suddenly clinging to me. "Please, I need—I need?—"

Her words dissolve into indistinct sounds of longing, her hips pressing against my thigh urgently. I feel her wetness against my skin, her body preparing for what's coming.

"I'm here," I promise, lifting her easily and placing her back against the nest of pillows and blankets she constructed.

Troy moves to pull her upper body into his lap, her head against his chest, stroking her hair soothingly as I position myself between her spread thighs again. My erection throbs almost painfully, already leaking. I've been hard since her heat scent first intensified, my body instinctively responding to her need.

I coat myself with her abundant moisture, growling softly at the warmth tingling along my shaft. She's so wet, so ready. I align with her entrance, pressing against her but not yet entering.

"Look at me," I command, needing to see her expression.

Her green eyes lock with my single blue one, hazed with heat but still aware. Still Bella.

"Tell me you want this," I say, my voice rough with restraint.

"Yes," she gasps, tilting her hips to draw me in. "Yes, Cole, please. I want you. I need you inside me now."

That's all I need to hear. I push forward, entering her in one fluid motion. The feeling nearly blinds me—tight, wet warmth embracing me completely. She cries out, arching off the nest, her body squeezing me rhythmically.

"Fuck," I groan, holding motionless inside her, struggling for control. "So fucking tight, Bella. So perfect."

"Move," she begs, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Cole, I need you to move."

I withdraw slowly before driving back in, establishing a steady pace that gradually quickens as her body accommodates my size. Each thrust draws a new sound from her—gasps,moans, broken pleas for more. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the fragrance of her heat.

Troy growls as he watches us, his erection rigid against Bella's upper back as he digs his fingers into her hair and whispers praise and encouragement. Somehow, the other alpha's presence magnifies the intensity between us instead of flaring my usual possessiveness.

"Feels so good," Bella moans, her legs shaking and jerking as she tries to pull me deeper. "So full. But I need—I need?—"

"What, sweetheart?" Troy asks, bending closer to hear her. "What do you need?"

"Both of you," she gasps, her eyes opening to look at Troy, then back at me. "I want both of you. Inside me. At the same time."

The mental image alone—Bella between us, filled completely from both ends—nearly pushes me over the edge.

Troy's eyes widen, meeting mine over Bella's writhing form. "You sure about that, princess? Have you ever even taken an alpha that way before?"

She shakes her head desperately, still moving against me as I continue thrusting. "No. Never had anything… there. But I want it. I want to be full. Need to be filled everywhere."

Her heat speaking, driving her to seek maximum stimulation. But her eyes remain fully lucid and I know she means every damn word.

"It will hurt," I warn, slowing slightly so she can concentrate. "Even with preparation. You're not used to it."

"I don't care," she insists, reaching for Troy's hand. "I want you both. Please. Alphas, please."

That word—alphas—from her lips unleashes something within me. A growl rises from deep in my chest before I can stop it.

"I'll take her from behind," I tell Troy, deciding for both of us. "I've already taken her pussy. You take her from the front."

Troy grins, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "Works for me. Let's prepare her first, though."

I nod, withdrawing slowly, ignoring her disappointed whimper. "Turn over," I instruct, my voice firm enough to penetrate her haze. "On your hands and knees."

She obeys immediately, presenting herself with her backside raised, her thighs and holes glistening with the slick from her pussy. The sight makes my mouth dry.

"Wait," Troy says, shifting his position. "Let me try something."

He lies on his back in the nest, then gently pulls Bella onto his torso so she's laying against him, facedown, her head tucked under his chin and her knees straddling his thick waist. "There we go, princess. Just relax against me, okay? Let us take care of you."

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