Chapter 46 – TROY
CHAPTER 46
TROY
I watch in fascination as Cole positions himself behind Bella, his broad body hovering over her as she trembles against my chest. Her skin burns against mine, and the sweet coffee essence of her heat saturates the air so thoroughly I can practically taste it, awakening primal impulses that drown out rational thought.
Mine. Ours. Protect. Claim.
But beneath those urges lies something deeper. A need to care for her, to make this good for her. To deserve this trust she's placing in us.
"Ready for this, princess?" I ask once more, needing absolute certainty before we continue.
Her eyes meet mine, hazed with fever but still lucid. "Yes," she gasps, pressing herself against my erection where it rests against her entrance. The slick warmth of her sends electricity racing through me. "Please, Troy. I need you both."
Looking up at Cole, I note his expression of complete concentration, the exposed tissue where his eye once was making him appear even more fierce. The connection between us—forged through years of having each other's backs—feels stronger than ever as we prepare to share our omega.
"Let's go slow," I tell her, brushing damp strands of hair from her flushed face. "Cole will enter you first, then me. Okay?"
She nods, her body quivering with need. My arms wrap around her torso, steadying her as Cole takes position. He presses himself against her prepared entrance, his jaw clenched with effort.
"Deep breath," Cole instructs her, his voice rougher with desire. "Push out as I push in."
Bella tenses against me, fingers digging into my shoulders. I slide my hands up her arms, gripping her upper arms gently but firmly to keep her stable. She squirms, her slick core hot and wet against me as she straddles my lower torso. I'm so much larger than her, her knees don't even touch the mattress beneath us.
"Focus on me, princess," I urge, drawing her attention away from any discomfort. "That's it. Keep those pretty green eyes on me."
As Cole begins to press forward, Bella's mouth falls open in a silent gasp. I feel the exact moment he breaches her—her entire body goes rigid, her eyes widening.
"Wait," she whimpers. "Wait, wait?—"
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. Her body 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.
"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 into my 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.
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.