Page 61 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Focus on the road,” Aiden’s quiet voice comes from the passenger seat, but a teasing lilt tells me he’s enjoying the show.
I feel Chase’s hand sliding up my thigh, tucking itself under the hem of my skirt. My breath catches, the air thickening with anticipation as his fingers dance across my skin, sending shivers cascading down my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His touch is confident and purposeful, and my body reacts by filling the car with my perfume.
“Chase,” I say, biting my lip to keep from moaning outright.
“Shh, just enjoy,” he whispers, his hand slipping further until his fingers find the silk barrier of my panties. The warmth of his skin against the cool fabric sends another jolt of excitement through me.
“Damn right she will,” Jack asserts, his lips grazing my jaw as he speaks, adding another layer to the sensory overload.
As Chase’s fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, I grip the leather seat, bracing myself. I can’t suppress the gasp that escapes as he finds the right spot.
I glance at Dax again, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his stare locked on the road ahead, but I see the muscle in his jaw working—a telltale sign of his battle with control.
Chase’s finger circles, teasing me with an almost clinical precision that belies the passion simmering in his green eyes. He dips lower, and I can’t help but arch into his hand, seeking more. The car hits a bump, and his finger slips inside me—deep, so deep—and I can barely keep the gasp from escaping my lips. It’s a delicious invasion, one that has me clenching around him, urging him deeper without saying a word.
“You like that, don’t you, good girl?” he whispers, his voice a blend of arrogance and lust that sends another wave of heat coursing through me.
He adds another finger, stretching me, filling me in a way that has stars bursting behind my closed eyelids.
The rhythm of Chase’s fingers inside me is relentless. Each press against that G-spot within sends electric shocks down to my toes, and I can’t help but arch my back, pushing into his touch like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
A crescendo of pleasure builds, wave upon wave, until it crashes over me, and I can’t hold back the keening moan that escapes my throat. My vision whites out as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. Chase’s fingers slow, but they don’t stop, drawing out every last shiver of ecstasy until I’m limp and spent between them.
“Fuck,” Chase groans as he finally pulls his slick fingers from the heat of my body. He brings his hand up to his lips, and with a groan that’s part satisfaction, part hunger, he licks his fingers clean. The sight is so unapologetically erotic that my heartbeat kicks up again despite the aftershocks still vibrating through me.
“Damn, Oli,” he says, his voice low and thick with lust, “you taste so good.” His eyes lock with mine, green flames flickering with a promise of more to come.
My laugh comes out breathy, full of promise. The landscape whips by, a verdant blur as we navigate the winding roads leading to our sanctuary. The car’s steady purr syncs with therhythm building inside me, each mile a drumbeat drawing me closer to bonding and to everything that my alphas mean to me.
Jack growls and leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve been patient enough,” he murmurs, and even in my spent state, I tremble. He moves with a confidence that only he can muster, his hand sneaking between my thighs with precision and intent.
“Chase got you all worked up, baby girl?” His fingers trail through the slick left by Chase’s earlier explorations, spreading the wetness as if he’s claiming it for himself. My body responds instinctively, my hips canting towards his touch. “Can’t let him have all the fun,” he adds, a chuckle coloring his voice.
I gasp, feeling the rush of sensation all over again, the heat rebuilding with every skillful swipe.
“Jack,” I gasp out, half-protest, half-plea, caught between the desire for rest and the yearning for more of his touch.
“Shhh, I just want a little taste,” he coos before lifting his hand to his lips. His tongue darts out, teasing at first, then envelops his fingers in one smooth motion. The sight is sinful, and my heart hammers against my ribs as he sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mmm, you weren’t kidding, Chase. She’s delicious.”
Pulling his fingers from his mouth with a pop, Jack looks at me, his eyes darker now, clouded with lust. “But I think I need more,” he says, his voice rough around the edges.
“Too bad,” Dax snaps.
The car’s engine hums to a halt, and the change in motion pulls me back to reality. I blink outside the tinted windows, seeing the towering structure of their pack house. It’s a grand building with stone walls that climb high into the sky and ivy draped over its surface. The setting sun bathes it in a warm glow, taking my breath away.
“Looks like we’re finally here,” Dax grumbles from the driver’s seat, his voice carrying a rough edge that onlyaccentuates his perpetual grumpiness. His fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel, betraying his annoyance at being relegated to chauffeur duty while the rest of us played.
At least Aiden got to watch without having to focus on driving.
My spike dies down, and with one last glance at the pack house, I allow myself to be led inside, the promise of what’s to come sparking like electricity through the air.
Oli
PACK EM UP GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART CONFIRMS THE EDGE ARE HER ALPHAS ON STAGE!
June 20th
