Page 175 of Knot Like Other Girls

"Ready?" he asks her, his voice a gravelly rasp.

"Yes," she breathes. "Both of you. More."

Together, we push deeper—Cole with careful, measured control, me with gentle insistence. I feel her body stretching to take us both, feel the exact moment when she accepts us fully and we both slide in all the way to our knots.

"Oh god," Bella cries out, her body going rigid between us, legs kicking out before she draws them back up to straddle my thick waist again. "Oh god, oh god?—"

I wrap my arms around her, holding her securely against my chest. "We've got you, princess. We've got you. You're okay."

Her heart hammers against mine, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. I press my lips to her forehead, tasting the salt of her skin, breathing in the sweet caramel coffee scent of her heat mixed with Cole's stone and steel.

"Is it too much?" Cole asks, concern roughening his already damaged voice.

"No," she says immediately, though her body still trembles. "No, don't stop. Please don't stop."

Cole begins to move first, a slow withdrawal followed by a careful thrust. I feel every movement through her—the way she tenses, then melts, the small sounds and squeaks that escape her throat. Following his lead, I begin to move in opposition, pulling back as he pushes in, finding a rhythm that keeps her constantly filled.

This is unlike anything I've ever experienced before, even in my fantasies.

"That's it," I encourage as she begins to move with us, finding our rhythm. "You're doing so good, princess. Taking us so beautifully."

Her eyes flutter closed, lips parting as she loses herself in bliss. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen—flushed with heat and desire, surrendering completely to what her body needs.

"Feels so good," she whimpers, her hips rocking between us. "So full. So perfect."

Our pace increases gradually, finding a natural crescendo as her body adjusts. Her arms wrap around my neck as she begins to writhe erratically, her knees pressing into my hips as she clings to me.

"Easy," I murmur, tightening my hold. "We've got you. Just let go."

Cole's arms cage her in, his palms planted on the mattress on either side of my body as his thrusts become more purposeful, his breathing harsh and uneven. He's clearly trying not to crush her between us, but I know what's coming—his knot must be preparing to lock him inside her. The thought sends a fresh surge of heat through me, my own knot beginning to swell in response.

"Bella," Cole warns, his voice strained. "My knot?—"

"Yes," she gasps, pressing back against him desperately. "Please, Cole. Knot me. I need it."

My hands slide to her shoulders, holding her more firmly now. "Hold onto me, princess," I tell her, bracing myself. "It's gonna be intense."

She nods, her eyes meeting mine with absolute trust. Then Cole pushes forward with one final, deliberate thrust.

Bella's entire body immediately goes rigid, her back arching sharply as Cole's knot breaches her, locking him inside. A hoarse cry tears from her throat—not pain, but shock. Her nails dig intomy shoulders, drawing blood as she thrashes between us, her legs kicking out, feet swiping at the air for purchase.

Her swollen bud grinds against my stomach as her core clenches frantically at the base of my shaft, making me see fucking stars. I tighten my grip on her arms, using my strength to keep her from hurting herself until her body can adjust to Cole's knot.

Cole's breathing has gone ragged behind her. I can see the strain in every line of his face, the titanic effort it's taking him not to move now that his knot has locked them together. He's always had legendary control, but even he has his limits. His eye meets mine over Bella's shoulder, and I see the exact moment when that control shatters.

"Fuck," he growls, the word barely recognizable. "Can't—I can't?—"

His hips jerk forward fractionally—the only movement possible with his knot fully expanded inside her. I can already feel the subtle change in Bella's temperature as her stomach presses against mine, warming from the inside as Cole pumps her full with his come.

"Troy," she hisses, trying to grind down. "Give me your knot. Want it. Need it…"

"Going to stretch you so good," I promise her hoarsely. "Going to fill you up right alongside Cole."

I thrust upward one more time, feeling the resistance as my partially expanded knot catches at her entrance. She whimpers, bearing down instinctively, her body trying to take what it needs.

"Relax for me," I coach her, one hand moving to the small of her back. "Just like before. Deep breath in, and then..."

She inhales shakily, then pushes down as she exhales, her body yielding just enough. With a final surge, my knot pops past her entrance, locking inside her tight, wet heat.

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