Page 85 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Oli, you’re everything,” he groans, his rhythm unrelenting, his grip on my hips firm. Each stroke hits a spot inside me that blazes with pleasure, every nerve ending alight and singing his name.
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg, lost in the sensation, in the storm of our joining. I cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, marking him as surely as he’s marked me.
“Good girl,” Dax growls into my ear, his husky whisper sending heat racing to my core. His hands grip my hips with a possessiveness that’s all-consuming as he drives into me with relentless urgency. The hard marble of the kitchen counter digs into my back, but it’s nothing compared to how he’s filling me up, stretching me in the most deliciously torturous ways. “You’re such a good girl for me, taking me so deep.”
The fragrance of him is intoxicating, like cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven, mingling with the tang of sweat and the musky sweetness of sex that’s undeniably ours. My own slick makes each thrust smoother, faster, as I arch my back and urge him closer, deeper.
“More, Dax, please,” I whimper, feeling the heat coil tighter in my belly. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wet slide of skin on skin, is the only music I need to hear. It’s filthy and primal, and it’s us.
His breath hitches, and I know he’s close. So am I—so close I can almost taste the release on my tongue, sweet and sharp. His fingers tighten around me, nearly bruising in their intensity, and something about that sends me spiraling even further into this haze of lust.
“You look so perfect on my cock,” he praises, his voice infused with awe and a touch of wonder that matches the stars in my eyes. I feel every inch of him, the rippling muscles of his thighs against mine, the hard planes of his chest as he leans down to claim my mouth once more.
“Feel so incredible, Oli,” he confesses between thrusts, each word punctuated by another powerful push inside me. “So tight, so warm… fuck.”
He devours my mouth with the same fervor he’s claiming my body.
Dax growls low in his throat, a sound that entrances me. And then, with one deep thrust, I feel the unmistakable swell. His knot locks into place, securing us together. The world narrows down to nothing but Dax and me.
“Damn, Oli,” he groans, his voice infused with raw need. “I was made to fit you perfectly. You’remyperfect omega.”
The sensation is overwhelming, an exquisite mix of fullness and connection that anchors me to him, heart and soul. Our gazes lock, hazel to green, and something unspoken passes between us.
“Can you feel that, angel?” Dax breathes out, his movements slowing to a deliberate grind that keeps the fire burning inside me. “You’re wrapped around me so tight like you’re pulling me deeper. It’s incredible.”
I can only nod, words failing me, as every inch of my skin feels alight with sensation. His hands explore my body, rough and reverent all at once, as if he’s memorizing the shape of me. The scent of cinnamon rolls, pure Dax, fills my nostrils, stoking the flames of my desire even higher.
“Your slick makes it perfect,” he whispers against my ear before pressing a kiss to the bond mark on my breast. “So wet for me… always ready for my knot.”
I arch against him, the heat from his words as potent as the friction of our bodies. The kitchen disappears, and there’s only us.
“Such a good girl for me, taking my knot like you were born for it,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “You’re mine, Oli. Mine.”
“Yours.”
Pinned beneath Dax, his knot locked in place, a sudden realization pricks at my haze of ecstasy—the ticking clock.Chase’s sister is due to walk through that door any minute now, and here we are, knotted in the kitchen like a couple of impulsive teenagers. The notion sends a flicker of panic through me, but it’s quickly drowned out by the pulsing lust that thrums from Dax and his quiet purr.
“Chase is going to kill us if we’re not untangled by the time his sister arrives,” I manage to say between gasps, even as laughter bubbles up inside me.
Dax groans, a sound mixed with frustration and satisfaction. “I know, I know…” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize my scent. His lips find my ear, and he murmurs, “But can you blame me for wanting to knot my omega?”
His words make me tremble, and I can feel every ounce of his desire, hot and demanding, through our bond. It’s intoxicating, and for a moment, I forget about anything else but the man enveloping me.
Then, footsteps echo nearby, and our shared blissful bubble bursts. Chase’s familiar, teasing voice carries into the kitchen before his presence does.
“Hope I’m not interrupting something!”
I can feel his lust down our bond. Aiden and Jack’s too. That’s something I will have to get used to.
He stands, leaning against the doorway with that classic smirk plastered on his face. His green eyes twinkle with mischief, and it’s clear he’s more amused than mad.
Chase waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t mind me. Carry on—or, you know, don’t. Your call.”
Dax lets out a low chuckle, his breath warm against my skin. “We’re a little stuck right now,” he admits, the vibrations of his voice sending me a new wave of pleasure.
“Ah, you knotted our omega in the kitchen,” Chase laughs, shaking his head. “Of course you did.. Well, I’ll just tell my sisyou two are… tied up. I’ll handle the entertaining until you can get free.”
“Appreciate it,” Dax says, his tone laced with relief and amusement. I can tell he’s grinning without even looking at him.
