Page 174 of Knot Like Other Girls

Cole freezes immediately, though I can see the effort it costs him to remain still. Sweat forms on his forehead, his breathing ragged.

"We can stop," he says hoarsely, already beginning to withdraw.

"No!" Bella insists, surprising us both. "Don't stop. Just—give me a second. Go slower. It's… it's so much."

I hold her firmly against me, feeling her heart racing where her chest meets mine. "No rush, princess. Take your time. We've got all night."

Her breathing gradually evens, determination replacing fear in her expression.

Holy shit, she's amazing.

"Okay," she whispers, nodding slightly. "I'm ready. Keep… keep going, Cole."

Cole meets my eyes over her shoulder, communicating silently. I nod once, tightening my grip on Bella's wrists to keep her steady. Cole continues his careful advance, entering her inch by agonizing inch.

The sounds Bella makes—half pain, half pleasure—fuel the fire within me. I'm achingly hard beneath her, trapped against her slick warmth, but I force myself to hold still, gritting my teeth from the effort.

"You're doing wonderfully," I whisper, pressing kisses to her temple, her cheeks, anywhere I can reach. "Taking him so well."

Cole pushes forward, and with a final thrust, he seats himself fully inside her. They both freeze, adjusting to the overwhelming feeling. She's too quiet to have taken his knot yet, but his shaft alone is enough to make her writhe and whimper.

"Fuck," he growls. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

"How are you feeling, princess?" I ask, straining not to thrust up into her inviting warmth.

Bella's eyes flutter. "Full," she breathes. "So full. But... good. Better than I imagined."

Cole remains motionless, giving her time to adjust. His hands hold her hips with careful restraint, thumbs making small circles against her skin.

"Now you," she says suddenly, her gaze sharpening as it fixes on mine. "Need you inside me too, Troy. Please."

I swallow hard at the hungry look in her eyes. "You sure? Might be too much all at once."

Her invitation sends a surge of heat through me. The look in her eyes—raw need mixed with absolute trust—nearly undoes me on the spot.

"I'm ready," she insists, voice stronger now as she shifts on top of me, her slick heat gliding against my length. "I need both of you. Please."

"Okay, princess," I murmur, repositioning slightly beneath her. "We've got you."

Cole's eye meets mine over her shoulder in silent communication. We've fought together, bled together, trusted each other with our lives. But this is different. This is sacred. This is our omega, trusting us completely with her body during her most vulnerable time.

I wrap my fingers around my shaft, guiding myself to her entrance while Cole remains perfectly still behind her. The moment my crown meets her slick folds, we both gasp. She's burning hot, dripping wet—her body perfectly prepared for what's coming.

"Slow," I remind her, though I'm talking to myself just as much. "Let's take our time."

As I press forward, her body yields, enveloping me with a welcoming heat that makes my breath catch. Her inner muscles flutter around me, clenching and releasing as if trying to pull me deeper. I grit my teeth against the overwhelming feeling, desperate to maintain control.

"Fuck," I hiss as her tight heat surrounds me. "You feel incredible, princess."

She whimpers again and her hands grip my shoulders, fingernails digging into my skin. The slight pain grounds me, keeps me from losing myself and letting my inner alpha fully take over. Need to be gentle. Need to keep her from hurting herself on Cole's cock.

"How does it feel?" I ask her, needing to hear her voice.

"Full," she gasps. "So good. So much."

I'm only halfway in, giving her time to adjust to the dual sensation of Cole in her ass and me stretching her pussy. Herbody vibrates between us, clenching down on me, squeezing my cock against Cole's through her hot inner walls.

Cole stays motionless behind her, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. I can see the strain in every line of his body, the way his hands grip her hips—not to control, but to steady. His single eye meets mine again, and I nod slightly.

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