Page 74 of Knot My Band: Part Two
We’ve woken the rest of her alphas up.
“Chase,” I grunt, my eyes locked on his knowing grin as he saunters over—his wavy sandy hair tousled, a predator’s grace in his movements. He catches my gaze, and there’s an unspoken pact between us. We’re packmates, brothers in arms, bonded beyond blood through the shared love of our omega.
“Ready for more, little rose?” Chase’s voice drips with a carnal promise.
Oli whimpers, nodding, her eyes clouded with lust.
I feel his hands, firm and warm, as they glide over Oli’s hips. His touch is reverent yet claiming as he positions himself behind her, aligning with her entrance. There’s a flash of anticipation,a split second where everything hangs in balance, before he pushes into her, slowly, inexorably.
“Ah, fuck…” Chase hisses, his voice laced with the kind of sinful pleasure that only Oli can provoke.
“Alpha,” Oli gasps, the stretch apparent in every tremble that wracks her body.
“Keep your eyes on me, Oli,” I command, my hands sliding up to cup her face, thumb stroking her flushed cheek. She looks at me, and there’s a universe in her gaze—a storm of need, trust, and raw emotion that tethers me to this moment.
As Chase starts to move, there’s a new cadence to our dance. The slick sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, a lewd symphony that underscores the primal act. I anchor Oli with my gaze, with my cock buried deep inside her, feeling every inch of her perfect pussy.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “Take him, just like you’re taking me.”
“God, yes,” Chase groans from behind her, his thrusts picking up speed, driving into her with a precision that has her clenching around me.
“Feel that, Oli?” I ask, my own hips lifting to meet hers. “Feel how perfect you are for us? How you were made to be shared by your alphas?”
“Y-Yes!” she cries out, her nails digging into my arms. Her whole body is alive, every nerve ending firing as Chase reaches around to circle her clit in time with our thrusts.
“Shit, look at her, Dax,” Chase breathes out, his admiration echoing my own.
“Beautiful,” I manage to say, though it doesn’t come close to capturing the majesty of what’s unfolding between us.
“More,” Oli begs, her voice a desperate whisper that’s both plea and command.
“Always, omega,” Chase and I answer in unison, our movements synchronizing until we’re a single entity, driving her toward another peak.
“More,” Oli pants out again, a fervent whisper that cuts straight to my core. Her hunger is insatiable, and it fuels our own desire to an almost unbearable intensity. I can feel the tension coiling within her, each plea for more driving us further into a frenzy of lust.
“Greedy girl,” I tease, but my voice quivers with the strain of holding back. The sight of her on me, flushed and desperate, is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced. “But we love it, don’t we?”
She whines, and the single noise is laced with all the raw need coursing through her veins. Each movement is a silent scream for deeper, harder, faster.
“Ask, and you shall receive,” I grunt as I grip her hips tighter, anchoring her down on me, allowing not an inch of space between us.
Aiden comes over. She doesn’t hesitate, her gaze flickering up to him, green eyes ablaze with the fever of her heat.
“Open wide, sunshine,” Aiden croons, presenting himself to her eager lips. Oli takes him in without missing a beat.
“Fuck, yes,” Aiden breathes, his hands threading through her rose gold locks as he sets the rhythm at her mouth, guiding her head back and forth. The sight of her, so wanton and willing, is enough to drive any man wild.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my hands skimming over her sweat-slicked skin, tracing the arch of her spine down to where Chase and I are buried deep inside her. “Taking care of your alphas so well.”
Oli’s moans vibrate against Aiden, her body shuddering with every thrust we give her.
“Oli,” Aiden groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re incredible.”
The energy crackles between us, a live wire of passion that binds us together.
In the pulsing rhythm of our shared ecstasy, I almost don’t notice Jack slipping into the mix. But there he is. His white-blond hair is a disheveled halo around his head, those piercing blue eyes locked onto Oli with a predatory glint.
Her hand reaches for him, fingers wrapping around Jack’s hard length. She pumps him with a steady rhythm that somehow syncs perfectly with the roll of her hips and the bob of her head.
