Page 115 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Chase,” I sigh, tilting my head to allow him better access, my eyes fluttering shut. The warmth from his body is a stark contrast to the cool window in front of me.
“Let us take care of you, Oli,” Aiden murmurs as he steps into my line of sight, his gentle gaze locking onto mine. There’s something so earnest, so raw in his eyes, and it tugs at something deep within me.
“We wanted to have you at the Eiffel Tower, but we weren’t going to let the world see our omega like that, so this was the next best thing,” Jack confesses.
“Please,” I manage to get out, feeling slightly breathless, caught between these pillars of strength and affection. That’s all the invitation they need.
Dax’s touch is like fire, igniting sparks wherever his fingers trace along my arms before he gently clasps my hands in his own. He guides my arms around his neck. And then, his mouth is on mine, a kiss so full of passion it steals my breath away. It’sdeep and consuming, and everything else fades away—there’s only this, only us.
“You deserve the best, our perfect omega,” Jack murmurs against my ear, pulling back just enough for me to catch my breath but not enough to break the magnetic pull between us. His thumb caresses my jawline, and I lean into his touch like a flower seeking the sun.
My heart feels like it’s about to burst from the sheer intensity of their love. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, and I’m dizzy with it. Chase’s hand slides under the hem of my shirt, his fingertips dancing across my skin and sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. Aiden presses kisses along my temple, each a pledge and promise.
“I—” Words fail me as Dax captures my lips once more, silencing any attempt at speech. It’s an exquisite blur of sensation and emotion, and I’m lost in the storm of their affections.
“Let it go, Oli,” Jack’s voice is soft yet commanding, and I do. I let go of everything except the here and now, the press of hard bodies against mine, the cacophony of heartbeats syncing with my own.
Each of them holds a piece of me, pieces I’ve given freely because I trust them implicitly.
Oli
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Ashiver ripples through me as Jack grins down at me, that playful spark in his piercing blue eyes promising untold pleasures. The electric charge between us is palpable, and I’m eagerly anticipating his next move. With a teasing nudge, he guides me back against the plush pillows strewn across the hotel bed, the Eiffel Tower casting a romantic glow through the window.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin as he leans in close, his breath hot on my thigh. Slowly, he trails kisses up my leg, building anticipation with every inch he climbs. My heart pounds like a drum solo; each beat syncs with his deliberate movements.
“Jack…” I gasp as he reaches the apex of my thighs, his blond hair tickling my heated skin.
Without another word, Jack’s tongue darts out, and I clutch at the sheets, my back arching off the bed. He teases me expertly, his lips and tongue working in harmony to play me like one of his beloved guitars. His every lick sends chords of pleasurereverberating through me, crescendos of desire that have me moaning his name like a lyric I can’t get out of my head.
“Alpha, yes,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him closer, deeper. He obliges with enthusiasm, the intensity of his actions turning my bones to liquid. I’m melting under his touch, lost in the rhythm of his movements, each stroke pushing me towards a climax that threatens to consume me.
As the waves begin to crest, Dax takes his place at my side, his hazel eyes locked on mine with an intensity that could rival any stage spotlight. There’s a raw hunger there, a yearning that mirrors my own.
“Enjoying the show?” I ask around a moan.
“Yes. You’re so sexy laid out like this.” His voice is husky, tinged with the gruffness that I’ve come to adore.
“You taste so fucking good. I never want to taste anything else,” Jack tells me.
“My turn,” Dax demands, pushing Jack out of the way.
Dax doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he lowers his head, his dark hair brushing against my skin, adding another layer to the sensations Jack evoked. When his mouth meets my flesh, it’s with a fervor that speaks volumes. Dax’s approach is different from Jack’s—more intense, more focused—as if he’s determined to prove something with each flick of his tongue.
The contrast is striking—the playful lightness of Jack’s touch giving way to the deep, purposeful strokes of Dax’s—creating a symphony of pleasure that has me spiraling. Dax’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as he devours me with a relentless passion that leaves no room for anything but the blinding ecstasy he’s eliciting.
With each sweep of Dax’s tongue, each nip and suckle, the world narrows down to this moment, to the heat of their mouths and the unbreakable bond we share. I’m floating, soaring on thehigh notes only they can elicit, and as I crest wave after wave of bliss, I know I’m exactly where I belong.
The fervor of Dax’s attention lingers like a fever on my skin as he pulls away, leaving me panting and flushed with a heat that only promises to intensify. I’m barely given a moment to catch my breath before Chase steps up, his smoldering green eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes me squirm for him.
“Ready for my tongue on this perfect pussy, little rose?” Chase’s voice is a low rumble that resonates with the rhythm of the drums he plays so well.
I nod, biting my lip in anticipation. Chase doesn’t waste any time; his lean, drummer’s fingers trail over my thighs, parting them with the confidence of a man who’s found his true beat. His touch is electric—every brush against my skin igniting sparks that flicker eagerly toward the promise of his mouth.
