Page 64 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Come in!” I shout with a smile.
Chase whistles, looking around. “This looks amazing. You did such a good job, omega.”
Jack wraps his arms around me from behind. “You made a perfect nest.”
“Your alphas are so proud of you,” Aiden adds, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
Pride swells in me, making me smile and puff out my chest. My alphas are pleased with the nest I made for us.
“We want you to eat something. Your heat could start anytime now,” Jack says, lifting me into his arms bridal-style.
“We made something simple,” Aiden tells me when we get to the kitchen.
All four of them take turns feeding me, making sure I eat every drop. I start squirming in Jack’s lap, which makes him growl softly in my ear.
“Are you needy, my omega?” he asks in a whisper.
My skin prickles with the kind of anticipation that sings along my nerves, turning the world into a blur of colors and sounds that don’t matter. They’re just background noise to the symphony of my senses tuning in to the alphas around me.
“You’re having another heat spike,” Jack says, his voice caressing my ear. His breath is warm against my ear, and I can’t help but lean back into his solid chest. His presence is a beacon, playful and bright, wrapping me up in a sense of security.
“Alphas,” I reply, my own voice coming out in a breathy sigh that belies the flirty edge I’m aiming for. The tingling intensifies, sharpening my focus on the here and now—the press of bodies around me.
“Easy, Oli,” Dax murmurs, his voice a low growl that vibrates through me. Dark and brooding, he’s the counterpart to Jack’s light, the shadow to his sun. And right now, his calm control is a lifeline I cling to as the waves start to build inside me.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his intense hazel gaze. “I need you.”
Every part of me is focused on the growing heat in me.
“You need all your alphas,” Jack says, and I can feel his grin without looking at him. It’s in the way his hands settle on my hips, light but possessive. “We will take care of you.”
As they close around me, a circle of heat and anticipation, I let myself sink into the sensation of my mates’ comforting and electrifying presence.
Dax settles behind me and tilts my head so he can kiss me. He devours my mouth with passion and possession. I give myself over to him completely.
He tugs my bottom lip through his teeth, and as he pulls back, I whimper at the loss.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’m not done kissing you; it’s just not your mouth anymore,” Dax whispers.
He grabs my pants and pulls them down my legs with love and care before doing the same with my panties. Jack takes care of my shirt and bra until I’m naked and pinned between the two of them.
Dax crouches behind me, and I’m expecting him to push me forward so he can lick my pussy, but instead, he starts kissing and biting my ass.
In between each bite, he says, “This. Ass. Is. Too. Perfect.”
Dax hovers behind me, his breath fanning over my skin. I can’t help but push back against him, seeking the promise of his touch. His hands, those strong, calloused pads of command, part my cheeks, and the first swipe of his tongue has me gasping—a raw, needy sound that echoes off the walls.
He doesn’t go for my pussy, instead I feel the roughness of his tongue against my back hole. A new sensation that I’m instantly obsessed with.
Every slow, deliberate lick sends shivers up my spine, making me arch toward him, craving more, needing to feel full, to be played by his masterful hands.
As Dax continues his languorous assault, Jack drops to his knees before me. There’s no mistaking the hunger in those piercing blue eyes as he looks up at me from between my thighs.
“Is your pussy feeling neglected sweet omega? Do you want your alpha to handle it?” Jack’s grinning up at me from between my thighs.
“Yes!”
And then his mouth—oh god, his mouth—is on me, exploring my clit with the kind of focus that makes me want to scream.
