Page 35 of Knot My Band: Part Two
Chase meets my eye, a silent nod passing between us—it’s time to take this further. We’re going to fuck her together. The promise of what’s to come sends an anticipatory shudder through me.
“Ready for more, little rose?” Chase’s voice is husky, laced with the raw edge of his desire.
“Always,” Oli breathes out, her eyes hazy and fixed on me.
With a shared understanding, I position her over me, the head of my cock pressing against the wet, inviting warmth of her pussy. Sliding in is a revelation each time; she’s tight, hot, clenching around me in a way that pulls a groan from deep within my throat. The slow drag as I bury myself inside her is exquisite torture. I thrust up again, setting a rhythm that has her panting my name, her stare locked on mine.
“Fuck, Aiden… yes…” Her voice breaks on a high note as I angle my hips, reaching deeper, ensuring every stroke rubs against that sweet spot.
“Look at her, Aiden,” Chase encourages from behind her, his hands gripping her hips now. “She’s perfect.”
I can only agree as I watch Oli, lost in the sensation between us. Then Chase gathers up her slick and coats his dick before he aligns himself, pressing the tip of his cock against her ass.
Her sharp intake of breath is all the signal we need.
“Relax, sunshine,” I whisper, peppering kisses along her jawline, trying to ease her as Chase begins to push inside.
I can feel the added pressure of his length nudging against mine through the thin barrier that separates us. It’s an indescribable feeling, both foreign and intensely arousing.
Our movements become synchronized, Chase and I becoming two halves of a whole as we move in tandem—thrust and retreat, push and pull. Oli is caught between us, her breaths coming in short bursts as we fill, stretch, and claim her in the most primal sense.
“You’re so tight for us, Oli,” Chase groans, his pace relentless. “So fucking good.”
“Chase…” Oli’s voice is a strained whisper, her hands clutching at my shoulders for purchase as we drive her toward another peak.
The sight of her writhing between us, the feel of her snug warmth enveloping me, it’s all-consuming. I chase the burn in my muscles, the coiling tension in my gut, as we move as one entity, a tangle of limbs and whispered affirmations.
Chase’s dirty talk punctuates the air.
“I’m impressed, sexy omega, taking us both like the star you are,” Chase breathes out, his voice a low growl.
“Chase, Aiden…” she gasps, and I can feel her inner walls fluttering, gripping me tighter, and fuck, it feels so good.
“Can you feel how much she loves it, Aiden?” Chase teases.
“She’s squeezing the life out of my cock,” I groan back.
Her climax builds like a crescendo, and when she comes, it’s with a cry that could be a chorus all on its own. The clench of her around me is intense, almost too much, but I never want it to end.
Her pleasure courses through me, multiplying my desire, and I need to come deep inside her.
“Oli… you’re amazing,” I pant, each word punctuated by a thrust.
Chase is right there with her, his groan mingling with ours. “Knot the fuck out of our omega, Aiden.”
I don’t need to be told twice. When Chase pulls out, I push my knot in, and it swells even more, locking my perfect omega to me.
Words get lost as I follow her over the edge, my release hot and overwhelming.
I pull Oli closer, the warmth of her body seeping into mine, and we collapse together in a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths.
Chase’s steady breathing on the other side of her syncs with ours. He holds Oli from behind while I still have her knotted to me.
“Feeling okay, sunshine?” I whisper into the tangle of rose gold waves spilling across my chest.
“Mmm,” she hums, her voice sleepy and content. “Never better.”
Her words are a soothing balm to the worry etched into my bones earlier. My protective instincts, which flared so fiercely, settle like dust after a storm. Here, with Oli nestled between Chase and me, everything else fades. It’s just us—no threats, no anxiety, no endless questions without answers.
