Page 66 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Beautiful omega, you were made for this—for us,” Chase continues, his words dripping with sinful promise, the rhythm of his voice syncing perfectly with the movement inside me. It’s as if he’s orchestrating this crescendo that’s building within me, directing each note that spirals up and up toward a climax that threatens to shatter my composure.
Jack and Dax’s fingers are instruments of pleasure, playing a symphony of sensation that resonates deep within my quivering walls. But it’s Chase’s voice that pushes me over.
“Come for us, Oli,” he growls, and it’s that command, that primal claim, that tips me into oblivion.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, a cataclysmic release that rips a strangled cry from my throat. I tremble, my legs giving way as the euphoria engulfs me, a relentless surge of pleasure that drowns out the world. I’m adrift, caught in the rapture, my body convulsing in waves of bliss that seem to crest and break endlessly.
Chase catches me when my legs give out. Jack and Dax don’t relent, their fingers coaxing every last shudder from me, wringing the pleasure from my depths until I’m nothing but a quaking mess of sensations.
As the tide recedes, leaving me gasping for breath, my heart pounding like a drum solo at our rock concerts, I’m dimly aware of Aiden’s approving murmur, “That’s it, sunshine. You did so good.”
The tremors of my release ebb away, leaving a delicious languor in their wake. My breath steadies, each inhale laced with the aura of my alphas—Jack, Dax, Aiden, and Chase. The room is quiet now, save for the soft panting that syncs with the thump of my heartbeat.
“Wow,” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse yet dripping with contentment. A chuckle rumbles from Dax’s chest where my head rests, his fingers still lazily tracing circles on my hip. Jack presses a tender kiss to the nape of my neck, his breath hot against my cooling skin.
My heat ramps up again, only sated for a moment without a knot. Desire flushes through me until I’m panting and dripping slick.
“More,” I demand, losing the ability to form full sentences.
My full heat rushes over me, and I’m overcome with the need for my alphas, their knots, and their bites.
“Knot. Bite. Alphas,” I demand.
Their answering smiles are all the confirmation I need—we’re far from done here.
Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
AN ARREST WARRANT HAS BEEN RELEASED FOR EX-SINGER OF THE EDGE, MAY THORNTON, AND EX-MANAGER, TREVOR DAVIS
June 20th
“You’re getting lost to your heat, omega, but we still need to bond,” Jack explains as he scoops me up and carries me into my nest.
It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight until I’m under a stream of cold water. Shock runs through my system, and the fever recedes until I can take in my surroundings.
The bathroom is huge, with a shower meant for five or more people. Jack is holding me against his chest, and both of our clothes are still on.
“There you are, baby girl,” Jack says with a smile. “If you want to be coherent while we bond, then we need to keep your fever back as much as we can.”
“That makes sense,” I whisper.
Jack nods. “We are going to take care of you in here, good girl, then we will take you back to the nest, bond you, and fuck and knot you for days.”
My pussy clenches and slick pours out of me. Fuck that sounds so good. My thighs are dripping wet with my slick.
Chase strides into the shower, gloriously naked, all lean lines and smoldering green eyes. He exudes that natural charm, even without trying, and it zaps straight to my core. With a smirk that promises mischief, he wraps his arms around me, taking over for Jack. “Come here, little rose.”
The icy water feels good on my fevered skin, but it is probably cold for my alphas. They don’t complain.
I lean back into his hold, feeling the contrast between the cold water and his heated skin. Jack steps back and peals off his clothes. I can’t help but steal glances at his muscled form, the way the water droplets make trails down his chest, like little paths begging to be followed by my lips.
“Looks like we need to get you out of these,” Aiden says as he enters the oversized shower. His voice is soft but firm, his shyness nowhere in sight. He’s got that look in his soft brown eyes—the one that shows he means business, and my heart thumps wildly in response.
Aiden’s hands join Chase’s as they work together, slipping the straps of my wet tank top down my arms. The fabric clings to my skin, reluctant to leave until their determined fingers coax it away. My pants and panties are already gone from the scene we just made in the living room.
“Better?” Chase’s voice is warm against the shell of my ear, and his breath sends shivers through me that have nothing to do with the cold anymore.
