Page 65 of Knot My Band: Part Two
I tangle my fingers in his messy white-blond hair, urging him closer, lost in the contrast between Dax’s maddeningly slow teases and Jack’s intent pursuit of my pleasure.
Jack’s tongue flicks my clit, and I can’t hold back the chorus of moans that spill from my lips.
The world narrows down to their mouths, their hands, the unyielding rhythm they dictate—one that’s building to a peak I’m desperate to reach.
“Damn, Oli,” Jack murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer to the already intoxicating mix. “You taste like the sweetest addiction I could ever have.”
“Good girl,” Chase’s voice is a low, seductive murmur that wraps around me like a velvet rope. “Letting your alphas eat that tight ass and perfect pussy. You’re doing so good.”
His praise is both a balm and a spark, the words dripping with an affection that feels as tangible as hands on my skin.
“Let them help you, little rose,” he continues. Every dirty commendation from Chase acts like an amplifier, cranking up the volume of sensation pulsing through me. It’s as if my body becomes more alive with each passing second.
My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can’t help but let my gaze wander. It drifts across the room to where Aiden stands, the quiet storm of his presence electric. His hand moves with a rhythm that beats in time with the pounding of my heart, an intimate dance just for me. Dark eyes lock onto mine, heavy with promise.
“Enjoying the show?” I tease, my voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. Enough to see his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile, enough to send another wave of longing crashing through me.
“Very much.”
“Do you need more from your alphas, little rose?” Chase asks.
I nod.
Jack’s eyes are a piercing blue, alight with mischief and desire as they meet mine.
“Then both your alphas are going to finger you together while they’re on their knees for you,” Chase declares.
I feel their fingers, those skilled instruments of passion, at my pussy. Dax’s touch is firm and grounding, while Jack’s is teasing, coaxing—an exquisite harmony of sensation. When they both slip inside me, it’s a chorus of pleasure so intense it’s almost too much. The feeling of fullness, of being connected to them both in this most intimate of ways, sends a jolt of ecstasy straight through me.
“Alphas,” I whimper, rocked by the surge of delight. “Yes, just like that.”
Their fingers move, slightly out of sync, reminding me that both of them are in charge of my pleasure right now.
Jack’s mouth sucks hard on my clit while Dax licks my ass.
“Almost there, little rose,” Chase coaxes, and he leans in close, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Let it happen. Let us take you there.”
I obey, sighing as my muscles unclench, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through me. It feels like I’m a live wire, every nerve alight and sparking with raw energy.
Jack’s fingers dance inside me, a playful rhythm that knows all the right notes to play. His blue eyes meet mine, glinting with mischief and promise.
Dax’s movements are deliberate and powerful.
Together, they’re pushing and pulling at me until I’m nothing but a quivering mess of need. I can feel myself spiraling, teetering on the brink of something monumental.
Their fingers move within me with practiced ease, as if they’ve rehearsed this moment. Every push brings me closer tothe edge. The air around us crackles with electricity, charged with the energy of our connection.
“Perfect, just like that,” murmurs Aiden.
My eyes shoot to see his eyes glazed with desire. When we make eye contact, his body tenses before he comes all over his hands, his groan is obscene, and I feel like a goddess.
My hair clings to my sweat-slicked forehead, and my bright green eyes are glazed with lust as I match their rhythm, moving against them. The world beyond our entwined bodies fades away, leaving only the pulsing beat of desire that drums through my veins.
“Keep going,” I gasp, voice barely above a whisper, an omega caught in the tide, riding the wave of alpha attention that threatens to crash over me. They respond with a surge of movement. They fuck me harder with their fingers.
Chase’s voice slices through the fog of my senses, a beacon of raw alpha command that makes me shudder. “You’re so close, omega. You want to come for your alphas, don’t you?” he urges, his tone laced with a hungry urgency that leaves no room for doubt. Each word from him feels like a touch, invisible strings plucking at the core of me, stoking the fires of my arousal to a fever pitch.
“Chase,” I say, his name a plea and a moan all in one. Every cell is primed and ready to explode under the combined assault of Jack and Dax’s relentless fingers. The air around us is thick with the perfume of lust.
