Knot Happening Again (Claimverse Book 2)
Knot Happening Again: Chapter 27

I step out of the bath, my skin flushed from the hot water and lingering heat. The lavender-scented steam clings to me as I reach for a plush towel, wrapping it around my body. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the simple luxury of it—the softness against my skin, the warmth enveloping me. It’s a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil roiling inside me.

As I dry off, my mind wanders back to Leon. The shock of seeing him, the flood of memories—both good and painful—that his presence triggered. I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts. I can’t deal with that right now. I just can’t.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself before opening the bathroom door. The cooler air of the bedroom hits me, raising goosebumps on my damp skin. My eyes immediately land on Troy and Rhys, who are waiting for me in the nest.

They both look up as I enter, concern etched on their faces. Troy is sprawled across the bed, his dark hair mussed and his blue eyes intense as they roam over me. Rhys sits on the edge, his posture tense but his green eyes soft as they meet mine.

‘Hey,’ I say softly, my voice still a bit hoarse from earlier. ‘Where’s Maddox?’

Rhys gives me a gentle smile. ‘He went out on an errand briefly, but he’ll be back soon,’ he explains, his voice soothing. ‘How are you feeling?’

I shrug, not really sure how to answer that. How am I feeling? Confused. Hurt. Scared. Overwhelmed. But also… cared for. Safe, despite everything.

‘I’m okay,’ I settle on, knowing it’s not entirely true but not wanting to worry them more.

Troy pats the bed beside him. ‘Come here, princess,’ he says, his usual smirk softened into something more genuine. ‘You look like you could use some cuddles.’

I can’t help but smile at that. It’s such a Troy thing to say. I make my way to the bed, letting the towel fall away as I climb in. The silk sheets feel divine against my bare skin, and I can’t help but let out a small sigh of contentment.

Rhys moves closer, his hand coming to rest on my thigh. The touch is comforting, grounding. ‘Ophelia,’ he says softly, ‘I know you must have a lot on your mind right now. But please, try not to think about… about what happened earlier. Just rest and relax. We’re here for you.’

I nod, grateful for his words even as I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. ‘I’m trying,’ I whisper. ‘It’s just… it’s a lot.’

Troy wraps an arm around me, pulling me against his chest. His scent—bourbon and leather—envelops me, familiar and comforting. ‘We know, princess,’ he murmurs into my hair. ‘We’ve got you.’

I let myself melt into their embrace, soaking in their warmth and care. It’s still strange to me, being treated with such tenderness. After years of guarding myself, of expecting the worst from alphas, it’s almost overwhelming to be surrounded by such genuine affection.

A part of me was afraid that once the realization set in of who Leon was, they would think it was some kind of trap. A pack of successful alphas courting a call girl isn’t exactly accepted in this world. What if they think this was all a ruse, that I arranged to meet and seduce them as some sort of twisted revenge?’

Rhys leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and it’s hard to stay lost in my fears. ‘You’re safe here,’ he says, his voice low and soothing. ‘We won’t let anything happen to you.’

I look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Despite everything that’s happened, I believe him. I trust him. I trust them both.

‘Thank you,’ I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Troy’s hand starts to trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers through me. ‘How about we help you relax a bit more?’ he suggests, a hint of his usual playfulness creeping into his tone.

I feel a flutter of desire in my belly at his words. My heat, which had receded slightly during my bath, and with the jolt of seeing Leon so unexpectedly, starts to simmer again. I nod, not trusting my voice.

Rhys cups my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek. ‘Is this okay?’ he asks, always so careful, so considerate. ‘We can stop anytime you want.’

‘It’s okay,’ I assure him, leaning into his touch. ‘I want this. I want you both.’

That seems to be all the encouragement they need. Troy’s lips replace my neck, pressing soft kisses along my pulse point. Rhys captures my mouth in a tender kiss, his lips moving against mine with exquisite gentleness.

I lose myself in their touches, in the sensations they’re drawing from my body. Troy’s hand skims down my side, coming to rest on my hip. Rhys’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head to deepen our kiss.

They’re being even more gentle than usual, their touches reverent, almost worshipful. It makes my heart ache in the best way, knowing how much they care, how much they want to make me feel good.

Troy’s hand slips between my thighs, replaceing me already wet and ready. I gasp into Rhys’s mouth as Troy’s fingers start to explore, teasing and stroking.

‘So responsive,’ Troy murmurs against my skin.

Rhys breaks our kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw to my neck. His hand moves to my breast, palming it gently before rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations—Troy’s fingers between my legs, Rhys’s mouth on my neck—have me arching off the bed, desperate for more.

‘Please,’ I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for. More touch? More pleasure? Just… more?

‘Shh,’ Rhys soothes, his breath hot against my ear. ‘We’ve got you. Let us take care of you.’

Troy shifts, moving down my body. His intentions become clear as he settles between my thighs, his blue eyes dark with desire as they meet mine. ‘Are you ready?’ he asks, his voice husky.

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Troy grins before lowering his head, his tongue darting out to taste me. I cry out at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Rhys captures my lips again, swallowing my moans as Troy works me with his mouth. His tongue is clever and relentless, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit.

I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensations. Rhys’s kisses, passionate yet tender. Troy’s mouth between my legs, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Their scents mingling in the air around us, wrapping me up like a warm blanket.

My orgasm builds slowly, a warm tension coiling in my belly. Troy seems to sense how close I am, redoubling his efforts. His fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me as he sucks on my clit.

‘That’s it,’ Rhys murmurs against my lips. ‘Let go for us, Ophelia. We’ve got you.’

His words, combined with Troy’s ministrations, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed. Waves of pleasure wash over me, intense and all-consuming.

Troy works me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks subside. When I finally come down, I open my eyes to replace both alphas watching me with awe and desire.

‘Beautiful,’ Rhys breathes, leaning in to kiss me softly.

Troy moves back up the bed, his lips glistening with my arousal. ‘Fucking gorgeous,’ he agrees, his voice rough with want.

I reach for them both, suddenly desperate to return the pleasure they’ve given me. But Rhys catches my hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

‘Let us take care of you,’ he says softly. ‘This is about you, Ophelia.’

I want to argue, to insist that I can give as good as I get. But the tenderness in their eyes, the clear desire to pamper and pleasure me, makes me pause.

After so long of having to be strong, of having to guard myself, the idea of just… letting go, of allowing myself to be cared for, is overwhelmingly tempting.

So I nod, settling back against the pillows. ‘Okay,’ I whisper.

Troy grins, his hand trailing down my side. ‘Good girl,’ he purrs, the praise sending a shiver through me.

Rhys leans in, capturing my lips in another kiss. As his tongue slides against mine, I feel Troy positioning himself between my legs. He runs the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my slick.

‘Relaxed enough for me, princess?’ Troy asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I break away from Rhys’s kiss to nod. ‘Yes,’ I breathe. ‘Please, Troy.’

He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is delicious, my body welcoming him eagerly. When he’s fully seated, we both groan at the sensation.

‘Fuck, you feel amazing,’ Troy mutters, his hips starting to move in slow, deep thrusts.

Rhys’s hand replaces my breast again, kneading gently before pinching my nipple. The combination of sensations—Troy inside me, Rhys’s hands on my body—has me gasping with pleasure again already.

‘Good girl,’ Rhys murmurs, all traces of the conflict from earlier gone. There’s only desire and an affection so intense I have a hard time believing it’s for me.

Troy picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Each one sends sparks of pleasure through my body, building toward another peak. Rhys’s hand slips between us, his fingers replaceing my clit and circling it in time with Troy’s movements.

I’m overwhelmed by sensation, by the care and desire radiating from both alphas. It’s so different from anything I’ve experienced before them—not just the physical pleasure, but the emotional connection. The feeling of being truly wanted, truly cared for.

The only other time I was touched like this…

I shake the thought from my mind. No. He’s already shaken me up enough for one night. I won’t let him intrude on this moment, too.

‘I think she needs a knot,’ Troy pants, and I can feel his knot bumping against me each time he thrusts. ‘Don’t you, princess?’

My voice is too weak from pleasure to speak, but I nod eagerly, desperate not to miss the opportunity. Fuck, yes, I want it. Need it.

‘She is slick,’ Rhys murmurs in approval, spreading me around his fingers to make it easier for Troy to slip inside.

Even though I’m desperate, I feel the burn as he tries. Getting knotted is hard, no matter how aroused, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me, before I manage to swallow it down out of fear that they’ll stop.

‘It’s alright, baby girl,’ Rhys says, his gentle words laced with a low, rumbling purr that warms me all throughout. He adjusts me so I’m supported more by his body, his other hand skating over my stomach. His fingers gently probe the spot between my navel and the patch of curls between my legs, and then he applies more pressure, rubbing in slow, gentle circles.

I gasp as a strange warmth washes over me and my muscles relax on their own. A new kind of pleasure throbs deep in my core, in some hidden spot he’s found. Troy’s knot slips in painlessly as my body relaxes to accommodate him.

Out of all the alphas I’ve ever been with, I never thought there could be things about my body I had left to learn, but it’s like Rhys knows the cheat codes. When I look up at him, the glimmer of amusement in his eyes makes it clear I didn’t do a good job hiding my shock.

‘There are perks to being an omega doctor’s omega,’ he says in a teasing tone, nipping my earlobe.

I shiver, not just from his touch but from his words. Being his omega… does he really mean that? After everything?

‘Fuck, she’s so warm and tight,’ Troy groans, his head falling back as his eyes shutter closed in bliss.

‘Don’t torture me,’ Rhys says in a wry tone as he resumes stroking my clit, helping me relax even more. Now the sensation of Troy’s knot is nothing but pleasurable, and even though I know it will take more than his knot to get me out of this heat, it’s gone from being the worst heat of my life to an experience I don’t want to come to an end anytime soon.

Troy’s knot stretches me deliciously, filling me in a way that makes my toes curl and my back arch. The pressure inside me is intense, bordering on too much, but Rhys’s fingers on my clit keep me balanced on the knife’s edge of pleasure.

‘That’s it, princess,’ Troy growls, his hips grinding against mine as he tries to push even deeper. ‘Take it all.’

I whimper, my hands fisting in the sheets. The dual sensations of Troy’s cock and Rhys’s clever fingers have me trembling, teetering on the brink of another orgasm. But it’s not quite enough to push me over.

Rhys seems to sense my frustration. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, ‘What do you need, Ophelia? Tell us how to make you feel good.’

His words send a shiver through me. It’s still so new, so foreign, to have alphas actually care about my pleasure. To have them ask what I want instead of just taking.

‘I… I don’t know,’ I gasp, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion. ‘More. Please, just… more.’

Troy chuckles, the sound low and husky. ‘More, she says. I think we can manage that, can’t we, Rhys?’

Rhys hums in agreement, his free hand moving to cup my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, the slight edge of pain mixing with pleasure in a way that has me moaning.

‘Look at her,’ Rhys murmurs, his voice thick with desire. ‘So beautiful like this.’

Their praise washes over me, warming me from the inside out. I’ve never felt so desired, so cherished. It’s intoxicating.

Troy’s thrusts become more forceful, his knot tugging at my entrance with each movement. The stretch is exquisite, riding the line between pleasure and pain. I cry out, my body clenching around him.

‘Fuck, she’s gripping my knot so hard,’ Troy groans. ‘You close, princess? Gonna come for us again?’

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Rhys increases the pressure on my clit, his fingers moving in tight, fast circles. The coil of pleasure in my belly winds tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

‘That’s it,’ Rhys encourages, his breath hot against my neck. ‘You’re taking it so well.’

‘I’m close,’ Troy grunts, his rhythm faltering slightly. ‘Fuck, Ophelia, you feel so good.’

Rhys leans in, his lips brushing my ear. ‘Come for us, sweetheart,’ he urges. ‘Let us feel you.’

His words, combined with the dual stimulation of Troy inside me and Rhys’s fingers on my clit, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed. Troy follows soon after, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.

For a moment, we’re all still, panting heavily. Troy is locked inside me, knot still pulsing with his heartbeat.

‘Fuck,’ I moan, my head lolling to the side as I collapse completely in Rhys’s arms. All the pain from earlier is gone, but even though the hunger is still there, it’s waned to tolerability for the moment.

I gasp for air, my body trembling with aftershocks. Troy’s knot is still locked inside me, stretching me deliciously. Rhys’s fingers continue to stroke my clit gently, drawing out the last waves of pleasure.

‘You okay?’ Troy asks, his voice gruff but tender.

I nod, not trusting my voice yet. My skin feels electric, every nerve ending alive and singing. Rhys presses soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, his touch soothing and arousing at the same time.

‘You’re perfect,’ Rhys murmurs against my skin. ‘So beautiful when you come for us.’

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I’ve never felt so desired, so cherished. It’s almost too much to bear.

Troy shifts slightly, his knot tugging at my entrance. I whimper at the sensation, oversensitive but still craving more. He stills immediately, his hand coming up to cup my face.

‘Sorry, princess,’ he says, his blue eyes dark with concern and lingering desire. ‘Didn’t mean to hurt you.’

I shake my head, leaning into his touch. ‘You didn’t,’ I assure him, my voice hoarse. ‘It feels good. You both feel so good.’

Rhys’s hand slides down my body, coming to rest on my lower belly where I can feel Troy’s knot pressing from the inside. The pressure of his hand makes me gasp, clenching involuntarily around Troy.

‘Fuck,’ Troy groans, his hips jerking slightly. ‘Keep that up and we’ll be stuck here all night.’

Rhys chuckles, the sound low and full of promise. ‘Would that be such a bad thing?’

I shiver at the thought, my body already warming again. My heat is far from over, and the idea of spending the night locked between these two alphas is intoxicating.

We stay like that for a while, trading soft touches and softer kisses as we wait for Troy’s knot to go down. It’s intimate in a way I’m not used to, but I replace myself relaxing into it, savoring the closeness.

Finally, Troy’s knot starts to shrink. He pulls out slowly, careful not to hurt me. I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty.

‘Your turn, Doc,’ Troy says, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Before I can process what’s happening, Rhys is pulling me onto his lap. His cock is hard and ready, pressing against my entrance. I’m still slick and open from Troy, his seed and my slick trickling down my thighs in a rush, so Rhys slides in easily.

I cry out at the sensation, my body welcoming him eagerly. Rhys groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

‘Fuck, Ophelia,’ he breathes, his green eyes dark with desire. ‘You really do feel incredible.’

I start to move, rolling my hips against his. The angle is different like this, hitting spots inside me that make me see stars. Rhys guides my movements, helping me replace a rhythm that has us both panting.

Troy watches us with hungry eyes, his hand lazily stroking his cock as it starts to harden again. The sight of him touching himself while watching us sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

‘That’s it, beautiful,’ Troy encourages, his voice husky. ‘Ride him good.’

His words spur me on. I pick up the pace, bouncing on Rhys’s cock with renewed vigor. Rhys meets me thrust for thrust, his hips snapping up to meet mine.

‘Oh, yes,’ I moan, my head falling back. ‘Rhys, please…’

‘What do you need, sweetheart?’ Rhys asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. ‘Tell me what you want.’

I can barely think straight, lost in the pleasure of his cock inside me. But I know what I need. What my body is screaming for.

‘Your knot,’ I gasp. ‘Please, Rhys. I need your knot.’

Rhys growls, the sound sending shivers down my spine. His grip on my hips tightens as he starts to thrust up harder, faster.

‘You want my knot, Ophelia?’ he pants. ‘You want me to fill you up?’

‘Yes,’ I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Yes, please, alpha.’

The title slips out without me meaning to, but Rhys’s reaction is immediate. He surges up, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss as his knot starts to swell.

I feel the stretch, the delicious burn as his knot pushes against my entrance. It’s almost too much, bordering on pain, but I can’t get enough. I bear down, desperate to take all of him.

‘Fuck,’ Rhys groans against my lips. ‘That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all.’

With one final thrust, his knot pops inside me. I cry out at the sensation, my body clenching around him. It’s overwhelming, the fullness, the pressure, the way he’s hitting every spot inside me.

‘Look at you,’ Troy murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. ‘Taking that knot so well. You were made for this, weren’t you, princess? For us.’

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I’m beyond speech at this point, reduced to whimpers and moans as Rhys grinds his hips against mine, his knot tugging at my entrance with each small movement.

Rhys’s hand slips between us, his fingers replaceing my clit. The added stimulation is almost too much, pushing me rapidly toward another orgasm.

‘Come for me, Ophelia,’ Rhys urges, his voice low and commanding. ‘Let me feel you come on my knot.’

His words, combined with the pressure of his knot inside me and his fingers on my clit, send me over the edge. I come with a cry, my body clenching rhythmically around him. The pressure is intense, almost unbearable, but so, so good.

Rhys follows soon after, his hips jerking as he spills inside me. The warmth of his release triggers another small orgasm, leaving me trembling and gasping in his arms.

For a long moment, we stay like that, panting and holding each other close. Rhys peppers soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, his hands stroking soothingly down my back.

‘You okay?’ he asks softly, echoing Troy’s earlier question.

I nod, not trusting my voice yet. I feel… different. Sated in a way I haven’t felt in years, maybe ever. The gnawing hunger of my heat has receded to a dull throb, manageable for the first time since it started.

‘You’re amazing,’ Rhys murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

His words make my heart clench. It’s still hard for me to believe that they really want me, that this isn’t just about the physical pleasure or fulfilling some biological imperative.

Troy moves closer, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. ‘He’s right, princess,’ he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. ‘You’re incredible.’

I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by their tenderness. After so long of guarding myself, of expecting the worst, their genuine care and affection is almost too much to bear.

‘Thank you,’ I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. ‘Both of you. For everything.’

Rhys’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer. ‘You don’t have to thank us, Ophelia,’ he says softly. ‘We’re here because we want to be. Because we care about you.’

Troy nods in agreement, his hand moving to stroke my hair. ‘What he said,’ he adds, a hint of his usual smirk in his voice. ‘We’ve got you. You’re safe with us.’

I let their words wash over me, soothing the jagged edges of my heart. I bury my face in Rhys’s neck and wrap my arms around him, breathing in his scent.

This is too good to be true. How could it not be? But fuck, I want to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.