Page 67 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Much,” I sigh, feeling free and oddly exhilarated as the water pummels directly onto my bare skin.
The shower door swings open, and Dax steps in—a towering presence of brooding energy. He’s all raw power and fierce intensity wrapped up in skin that begs to be touched. His dark hair clings to his forehead when he steps under the water.
I can’t help but let my gaze wander down his muscular form, each well-defined muscle flexing under his skin as hemoves. There’s something about the way he carries himself, an unspoken command in his stride. His cock is already hard, hinting at the sheer force of his alpha nature, and I feel a flutter of heat low in my belly.
“Good timing,” Chase teases, his caramel scent mingling with the steam.
My eyes flit between them—so different, yet each so devastating in their own right. Jack’s playful strength, Aiden’s sensual charm, Chase’s easy confidence, and now Dax, the enigmatic soul with eyes that promise both danger and protection.
“Like what you see?” Dax’s lips curl into a smirk, catching me ogling.
“Every damn inch,” I shoot back, my voice peppered with desire and defiance. What’s the fun in resisting when every cell in my body screams for them?
Aiden steps up and pulls me away from the others.
The cool tiles press against my fevered skin as Aiden’s hands firmly guide me backward, my spine meeting the shower wall with an assertive thud. I tilt my head back, letting the cascading water from the giant showerhead mingle with my rose gold locks, the droplets tracing paths over my clavicle and down.
“Relax,” Aiden murmurs, his voice a soft growl that vibrates straight to my core. His brown eyes lock onto mine, tender yet filled with an unyielding hunger that sends a shiver through me – not from the cold, but from sheer anticipation.
His fingers dance at my sides, teasing, before he drops to his knees. The sight of this shy alpha, usually content in the shadows behind his keyboard, now taking center stage in such an intimate act, has my heart galloping. He parts my thighs with a reverence that belies his quiet exterior, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as his hot breath fans over my core.
“Ready for me?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a promise—a declaration.
“Always,” I gasp out just before his tongue makes contact. It’s a slow lick at first, achingly sweet, testing, and teasing. But then he finds his rhythm, and it’s anything but timid. Aiden’s mouth is insistent, and his tongue is swirling patterns. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter inside me.
“Ah, Aiden…” My hands find his spiky black hair, guiding him, urging him deeper into my need. He complies with a fervor that contradicts his silent nature.
His lips latch onto my clit, sucking gently, and his tongue flicks with precision.
“Right there, don’t stop,” I encourage between panting breaths, my legs trembling as he devours me with an intensity that speaks volumes of the desire he keeps veiled under his stoicism.
Aiden doesn’t stop. Instead, he doubles his efforts, fingers joining his oral assault, sinking inside me with a rhythm that pushes me closer to the edge. My slick gushes out, a testament to his skill, coating his fingers as my perfume—the unmistakable scent of strawberry cheesecake—fills the steamy air.
“Alpha, yes!” I cry out as my climax crashes over me. His name becomes a mantra on my lips as waves of ecstasy ripple through me, my body clinging to his mouth like a lifeline. Aiden drinks it all in, my slick, my cries, my essence, until I’m left shaking.
As my breath hitches, catching in a throat raw from gasping Aiden’s name, I’m enveloped by a symphony of scents from my alphas.
Dax leans against the shower entrance. The rich smell of cinnamon rolls wafts from him—warm, comforting, with an underlying spice that speaks to his arousal. My mouth waters,and it’s not just from the remnants of pleasure Aiden has wrung from me.
“Smells like someone’s enjoying themselves,” Dax rumbles, and his voice is the icing on the proverbial cinnamon roll, decadent and indulgent.
A combination of coffee and pastries comes from Jack while Aiden watches me with those soft brown eyes that seem to see right through me. Chocolate chip cookies—the smell of home, of comfort late at night when the world seems too much. It fills my nostrils, a reminder of the quiet strength he offers without a word.
Chase, with his sandy hair slicked back by the water, steps forward, naked confidence in every line of his lean body. His scent is caramel, sweet, and buttery smooth, which lingers on your senses.
Their scents intermingle, creating a heady blend that anchors me even as my body threatens to float away on a cloud of euphoria.
The water from the shower envelopes us, a misty cocoon that seems to amplify every touch, every breath. I’m still panting, slick, and breathless from Aiden’s relentless attention when Dax steps forward, his presence commanding even in the haze.
“Ready for more?” His voice is a low growl that makes me writhe as he presses me against the cool tile wall, his body a furnace against my chilled skin.
“Always,” I tease, but my voice comes out breathless, needy in a way that makes my cheeks flush with more than just my heat.
Dax doesn’t need another invitation. He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as instinct takes over. The grumpy alpha with the scent of cinnamon rolls—warm, sweet, and oh-so-tempting—pushes into me with a single smooth thrust that has stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck, Oli,” he breathes out, and his hazel eyes lock onto mine, intense and unyielding. Every movement of his hips is a deliberate stroke, hitting places deep within me that have my toes curling. The tile behind me is hard and cold, but Dax is all heat and power, his rhythm unrelenting.
I gasp, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, the bassist’s usual stoic demeanor lost to the lust etched into his features. He moves with a precision that speaks of a hidden passion beneath his gruff exterior, each push and pull designed to draw out the maximum pleasure.
