Page 89 of Knot My Band: Part One
“You can hate me later. Right now, our omega needs more,” I declare.
“Yes. Need!” she shouts and I can feel how much she means it down our bond.
At her words, Jack strides forward, a devilish glint in his piercing blue eyes. He kneels before her, his presence addinganother layer of intensity to the moment. Oli’s eyes lock onto Jack’s, and there’s no hesitation when he offers himself to her, his hard length inches from her lips.
“Open up for me, baby girl,” Jack says, his tone both command and caress.
Her mouth welcomes him eagerly, and I watch, entranced, as he slides between her lips. She chokes on his piercings before learning how to work around them. The sight is intoxicating, and I feel a possessive surge watching her suck another alpha while I’m still buried deep inside her.
I set a rhythm, thrusting in tandem with Jack’s movements, our pace controlled but demanding. With every push and pull, Oli’s breath hitches, her moans vibrating around Jack’s cock.
“Fuck, Oli, you feel incredible,” I pant, feeling her tighten around me as if she’s trying to pull the orgasm right out of me.
“Look at her go,” Jack smirks. His hand winds into her hair, guiding her with a gentle firmness that has her melting into his touch.
We move together, three bodies connected. I watch as droplets of sweat glisten on Oli’s skin, her body moving back onto me, meeting each of my thrusts with a hungry eagerness. The sound of her pleasure-filled mewls fills the room, mingling with the low grunts from Jack and me.
“Are you close, Oli? You gonna come on my cock?” I whisper into her ear, nipping the lobe gently.
She squeezes my cock in answer with her slick pussy.
“Good girl, Oli, so fucking good for us,” I praise her between ragged breaths.
And when she does climax, it’s with a shudder that ripples through her entire body, her inner walls spasming around me in waves.
“Ah, fuck,” I grunt as I feel Oli’s orgasm taking hold, her insides clenching around me. The tightness, the slick heat of her, is perfection. She writhes between us, caught in a delicious sandwich of sensation.
I pant, gripping her hips tighter, guiding her back onto me with each desperate thrust. My heart pounds, and I can tell by the way Jack’s eyes roll back that he’s right on the edge with us.
“Oli, you’re so damn incredible,” I breathe out, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. Jack’s groan is loud, primal, as he gives in to her mouth, his come spilling down her throat. His fingers tighten in her hair, his hips jerking with every pulse of his climax.
“Swallow it all, baby,” Jack murmurs, voice husky with spent desire. Oli hums around him, sending vibrations through his length, and he shudders, giving her everything he has.
The sight, the sound, the feel of it—it’s all too much, and I’m teetering on the brink. With one more deep thrust, I push into her as far as I can go, my knot swelling to lock us together.
I come undone, releasing into her. It feels like my soul is pouring into her, the connection binding us even tighter. We’re locked together, anchored in the most intimate way possible.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we ride out the aftershocks of our pleasure. Her breathing is ragged, and I press kisses to her sweat-dampened temple, murmuring words of praise and adoration.
She melts against me, her body soft and pliant. We’re still joined, my knot ensuring not an inch of space separates us. And in this moment, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
“Sleep now, Oli,” I coax gently, shifting to make her morecomfortable. “I’ve got you.”
Around us, the hotel suite fades into a backdrop as Jack and Aiden settle in close, forming a protective circle. Oli’s eyelids flutter shut, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that lulls me into a sense of peace.
I’ve never felt more satisfied, more alpha, than having a content Oli in my arms.
“Sweet dreams,” Jack whispers.
Aiden simply watches with a small smile on his face.
As Oli’s breathing evens out and her grip on my hand loosens, I let myself sink into the sensation of belonging. I hold Oli closer, letting her warmth seep into my bones.
I slowly start licking my bond mark on her neck, taking care of it.
“Chase, you messed up,” Jack says bluntly.
Guilt starts to replace the contentment in my heart.
