Page 116 of Knot My Band: Part Two
And then he’s there, his breath warm against my most intimate place before his tongue replaces it, starting with a soft caress that belies the former playboy charm he possesses. But it’s not long before his movements become more assertive, mirroring the steady, commanding beats he’s known for.
“Chase,” I gasp out, feeling the rise of another crescendo within me. His name falls from my lips like a plea, a chant, a mantra that urges him on. He answers with a groan, the vibration sending a jolt straight through me.
His technique differs from Jack’s playful teasing and Dax’s intense focus—it’s rhythmic and knowing, playing me like the perfect drum solo. Each flick and swirl of his tongue is a note struck in just the right place, building a melody inside me that threatens to overwhelm me.
“Yes, alpha!” The words tumble out unchecked as Chase’s hands grip my waist, his thumbs circling, keeping time with the relentless dance of his tongue. And when he adds a finger,curling inside to find that sweet spot, my back arches off the bed in a silent scream of ecstasy.
As the last reverberations of pleasure fade, and Chase’s mouth leaves me with one final, tender kiss, I collapse back onto the pillows, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm.
But before the aftershocks fully subside, Aiden moves into view, a silent question in his soft brown eyes. He’s always been the quiet one, his shyness a counterpoint to the others’ boldness, but there’s no mistaking the desire burning there now.
“Can I?” His gentle, almost hesitant voice stirs something deep within me—a longing for the sweet solace I know only he can provide.
“Please,” I whisper, and Aiden’s smile fills me with warmth.
He settles between my legs with a reverence that touches my soul. When his mouth meets me, it’s with a tenderness that nearly brings tears to my eyes. There are no wild rhythms here, no demanding pace—just the soft worship of his lips and tongue that speaks of deeper connections, of emotions that go beyond mere physical pleasure.
Aiden takes his time, exploring with an earnestness that tells me he’s memorizing every reaction, every quiver and sigh. His touch is a balm, soothing the fire the others have stoked, even as he fans it anew with gentle licks and kisses that build slowly, layer upon layer, until I’m moaning softly under his care.
“Delicious Oli,” he murmurs against me, and the sound of my name on his lips, imbued with such affection, is enough to send me spiraling into bliss once more.
Under Aiden’s soft ministrations, I’m adrift in a sea of sensation, waves of pleasure lapping at me gently, persistently, until they crest in a rush that leaves me gasping, clinging to him as my anchor in the storm.
And as I float back down, sated and utterly cherished, I look into Aiden’s eyes and see the future reflected there—a series ofmoments as sweet and profound as this one, shared with the alphas who hold my heart.
I close my eyes for a heartbeat, feeling their gazes on me, a tangible caress over my skin. Even in stillness, the air around us thrums with the echoes of shared ecstasy, the kind that only blooms within the deepest bonds of trust and desire. My alphas—Dax, Jack, Chase, and Aiden—are my haven, my rhapsody, the counterpoint to my melody, and nothing can rival the serenity that envelops me now, wrapped in their love.
“Cherish this,” Jack chimes in, playful yet earnest, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. “It’s not every day we get to steal you away to Paris and bask in the afterglow with the most stunning view.”
“Steal me away anytime,” I tease, a smile blooming across my lips as I turn to face them. They’re an image of devotion, my pillars of strength with smiles that could outshine the Eiffel Tower itself.
“Every note you sang tonight was a reminder of why we fell so damn hard for you,” Chase adds, his blue eyes shimmering with something that looks a lot like pride. He brushes a strand of my rose gold hair behind my ear, a touch as tender as his words.
I lean into his palm, craving the heat of his skin.
“Every day,” Aiden affirms, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “With every sunrise, Oli, I fall for you all over again.” His touch is a promise, a vow etched into the space between us.
“Forever doesn’t seem long enough,” I murmur, feeling a swell of emotion at the depths of what we share. It’s a tapestry of laughter and lyrics, late nights and lingering kisses, and support through every high note and offbeat moment.
“Then let’s make our own forever,” Dax says, and it’s not just a statement—it’s a pledge that vibrates through the room, as solid as the ground under our feet.
“We will make every day count,” Jack grins, echoing the sentiment. His mischievous spark lights up the shadowed corners of our embrace.
“Sounds perfect,” I beam, allowing myself to be cocooned in their collective warmth.
I glance up at the Eiffel Tower once more, its lights reflecting in their eyes, and I know that every hurdle we’ve cleared has led us to this moment of peace, this shared breath between beats.
As I press my cheek to Dax’s chest, feel Jack’s thumb caress the back of my hand, Chase’s fingers intertwine with my own, and Aiden’s breath dances across my temple, I know this is where I belong.
Epilogue
One Year Later
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
THE HART’S EDGE’S ALBUM, ‘UNCOVERED,’ GOES TRIPLE PLATINUM
July 11th
