Page 85 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Where is he? My last alpha?” she asks, her voice shaky but insistent.
“Let’s not think about him right now,” I say, mustering a grin that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. It’s Dax she’s askingfor, Dax whose presence lingers in the space between us like a ghost. But he’s not here, and I have to fill that void for her.
“Focus on me, omega.” I tilt her chin up, forcing her gaze to lock with mine. “I’m here for you. We all are.”
I feel her relax slightly, her breath steadying as she allows herself to lean into me.
“Shh… let’s take care of you, okay?” I say, my heart thudding against my ribs as I prepare to give her everything she needs.
Between the three of us, we have her naked in seconds.
I slide to the floor before Oli, her scent a siren’s call I can’t resist. Her thighs part for me. My hands glide up the smooth expanse of her legs, thumbs brushing the tender skin on the inside of her knees as she shivers in anticipation.
“Please, alpha,” she begs, her voice thick with need. “I need your knot.”
“Patience, omega,” I murmur against her heated skin, lips trailing a path higher until I’m breathing her in. I don’t tease her, knowing how desperate her heat has made her.
My tongue darts out, tasting her sweet, creamy arousal in one long, languid stroke. Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.
“I’ll make you come, baby girl. Don’t you worry,” I coax, slipping my tongue between her folds and exploring every inch of her. I work her slowly, savoring the way she rocks against my mouth, chasing the pleasure I’m drawing out of her with each flick, each swirl.
Her breath hitches when I find her clit, swollen and begging for attention. Circling it once, twice, then pressing down with just enough pressure. She’s gasping, hips undulating in a silent plea for more. I grant her wish, alternating between gentle sucks and firmer laps, feeling her body coil tight like aspring wound to its limit.
Oli’s knees give out. Aiden and Chase help her lie on the ground under me. Aiden leans down and sucks her nipple into his mouth before plucking at the other one with his hand.
“Need- A- I-” She’s not making sense, but we know she needs a cock.
Chase takes position at her head, guiding himself to her parted lips. She greets him eagerly. The sight of Oli taking his cock into her mouth is almost enough to undo me and send me into rutting her. But I hold back, fixated on the task at hand.
“Good girl, Oli, take him,” I encourage, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks Chase down. He groans above her, hands cradling her face as he fucks her mouth with a controlled rhythm that has her moaning vibrations against my tongue.
“Fuck, Oli, you’re so good,” Chase praises between gritted teeth.
It doesn’t take long for Chase to hit his peak; his movements become erratic, his grip tightening. With a strangled grunt, he comes, filling her throat. Oli swallows reflexively, clinging to me as if anchoring herself in the storm of sensations we’ve conjured around her.
When she tastes his come, I suck on her clit harder, making her come. My omega floods my mouth with her delicious slick, and I feel like I’m in heaven while I drown in it.
“Fucking delicious,” I whisper, dragging my lips over her slick, pulsing heat one last time before rising to meet her eyes, glazed with satisfaction and edged with fresh hunger. “Absolutely perfect.”
I’m still catching my breath when I grip Oli’s thighs, spreading her wider for me. The room is heavy with the scent of sex and sweet omega in heat, a perfume that stirs the alpha in meto claim, to possess.
“Ready for me, baby girl?” My voice is low, rough with desire, as I brush the tip of my pierced cock against her slick entrance. She nods frantically, her jade eyes clouded with need, a silent plea that echoes in the space between us.
“Alpha now,” she gasps, and it’s all the invitation I need.
I push into her slowly, savoring the clench of her walls around me. Her fingers dig into my arms, nails leaving crescent moons imprinted on my skin. I grin at that, loving my omega leaving brands on me.
“God, you’re so tight, so perfect,” I murmur, each word a stroke of adoration as I set a slow rhythm. Her hips rise to meet mine, seeking more, and I comply, giving her inch by deliberate inch. I watch my piercings slowly disappear inside her, making me feral.
My own control is a fraying thread. I angle my hips, thrusting deeper, and her cry of delight is music to my ears.
Her body starts to tremble, signaling her impending climax, and I lean down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.
“Come for me, omega. Let me feel you unravel,” I coax against her mouth, my strokes becoming more insistent. She breaks away from the kiss with a sharp inhale, her inner muscles fluttering around me.
Her orgasm crashes over her in waves of pleasure radiating from where we’re joined. I drink in her cries, the sight of her undone beneath me.
“Fuck, that’s it. You’re doing so good,” I praise her, my own release hovering on the horizon. “You want my knot, omega? You want to be completely filled up?”
