Page 176 of Knot Like Other Girls

Holy fucking shit.

I nearly black out from the pleasure. It's overwhelming, intense beyond anything I've ever felt. Nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for knotting a heat-crazed, scent-matched omega who's already full of my packmate's come.

Bella cries out, her head thrown back, throat exposed. The sound isn't pain. It's rapture, pure and unfiltered. Her entire body convulses, triggered by Cole's release and the stretch of his knot. Her pussy grips me like a vise, pulsing rhythmically as she comes and comes and comes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, holding her hips firmly as I pump into her, filling her alongside Cole's seed until we're all too exhausted to move. She's stretched impossibly full, her already heated body even hotter with our come, sandwiched between us, locked to both our knots.

"So full," she mumbles, her voice dreamy and distant. "My alphas…"

"Yours," I confirm, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face. "Always yours, princess."

Her head drops forward to rest against my chest, her entire body going limp as the intensity of her double orgasm catches up with her. She's still conscious, but barely, floating in a blissed-out state. Cole adjusts behind her, carefully balancing his weight so he's not crushing her.

"You did so beautifully," he whispers against her temple, pressing soft kisses to her heated skin. "Taking both of us. So brave, so perfect."

She makes a small sound of contentment, nuzzling against my chest. I stroke her back, maintaining the gentle touches she needs in this vulnerable state. Cole's hand joins mine, his scarred palm completing the circuit of contact as he caresses her shoulders.

It's strange, being locked together like this—me beneath her, Cole over her, both of us inside her—but it feels oddly right.Natural. Like we were always meant to do this. My knot throbs inside her, still releasing in small pulses, while I feel Cole's doing the same through the thin barrier between us.

"How long?" she mumbles against my skin, her words slightly slurred in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Twenty minutes, maybe thirty," Cole answers, his voice gentler than I've ever heard it. "Until our knots go down."

"Good," she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed.

And judging by the expression of pure bliss on her face, she's exactly where she wants to be.

CHAPTER 47

SAVVA

Istand in the living room at the threshold of the hallway, my resolve faltering. The door swings open and Troy appears, his golden skin flushed, hair disheveled. The mingled scents that drift toward me make my head spin.

"She's asking for you three," he says, voice rough. "Her fever's intensifying."

Behind him, I glimpse Cole rising from the nest, his scarred torso gleaming with sweat. Between them, nestled in the arranged fabrics, lies Bella. Even from this distance, I notice the pink tint across her skin, her dark hair scattered over the plush pillows and fabrics.

Roman steps forward next to me. "How is she?"

"Good," Troy says, a thoroughly satisfied grin spreading across his face. "But needing more."

Liam shifts impatiently behind us, the black and gray tattoos on his arms moving with his flexing muscles. "Then let's not keep our girl waiting."

Troy steps aside as Cole finishes dressing. The guest room has utterly transformed—now a true omega nest rather than merely a space with mattresses and fabrics.

And at the center of it all, Bella.

She's draped in a silk sheet that does little to hide the curves beneath. As I approach, she looks at me, pupils wide with desire but still unmistakably lucid. The caramel-coffee sweetness around her has deepened, like aged cognac.

"Savva," she murmurs, extending her hand toward me. "Roman. Liam."

Taking her offered hand, I press it to my lips. Her hot skin buzzes against my mouth. "Bella," I respond in a low voice.

"We're here now," Roman says, kneeling at the edge of the nest.

Cole glances at us from the doorway, his single blue eye meeting mine in wordless communication. A mutual understanding exists between us. Nothing matters more than her contentment and well-being.

"We'll be close," he says simply before departing with Troy, pulling the door shut behind them.

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