Page 107 of Knot My Band: Part Two
I revel in their pleasure, in the power it gives me to reduce these strong alphas to primal beings, all because of my touch, my mouth. They are mine just as much as I am theirs.
Jack’s hands are on me before I even register the shift in the room’s charged atmosphere. The solid thrum of his desire reverberates through his fingertips as he hoists me up, my back meeting the cool wall of our hotel room with a soft thud that’s instantly drowned out by the thunderous beat of my heart.
“Ready for me, baby girl?” His voice is a playful growl, laced with a promise of pleasure as he aligns himself at my entrance.
“So fucking ready,” I breathe out, anticipation coiling hot and tight in my belly.
The first thrust is a heady mix of pain and pleasure, the sensation of Jack’s piercings dragging against my sensitive walls sends sparks shooting through my veins. It’s delicious friction, metal, and flesh becoming one as he moves within me, each stroke a meticulous exploration that has me clawing at his shoulders, desperate for more.
“Jack, oh…” My words break into moans, high and wanton. The piercings are a different kind of ecstasy, a series of textured intrusions that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. They’re like the chords he strums on his guitar—each one vibrates through my core, composing an anthem of raw, carnal need.
“Feel that, baby girl?” Jack’s lips brush against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Every part of me wants to be buried in you.”
“More,” I gasp, the edges of my control fraying. “Please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He can’t. This dance of push and pull binds us, the steady rhythm of his hips sending me spiraling toward oblivion. I’m liquid fire in his arms, slickness gushing as my body prepares for the storm of an orgasm that’s been gathering on the horizon since his first touch.
“Jack… I’m—” My voice cuts off as it crashes over me, waves of intense pleasure cascading through me, leaving trails of slick in their wake. I’m undone, a symphony of sighs and shudders, held together by the strength of Jack’s arms and the relentless press of his body.
“Fuck, Oli, yes!” Jack’s praise is hushed but fervent, his movements unyielding. “That’s it, let it out for me. Need you soaking wet for what’s coming next, good girl.”
He’s insatiable, a storm of desire that won’t be satisfied until we’re both spent and sated. And as I cling to him, lost in the aftershocks of my release, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still trembling from the high, I barely register the shift until my back hits another wall of heated muscle. Jack’s arms loosen, and before I can protest the loss of contact, I’m caged between two towering presences. Jack’s in front of me, a wicked glint inhis blue eyes, while Dax presses against my back, his body a solid line of heat and intent.
“Easy, angel,” Dax murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “We’ve got you.”
The possessive edge in his tone gives me goosebumps that have nothing to do with the coolness of the room. Jack’s hands slide possessively over my hips, thumbing the tender skin as if branding me with his touch. I can feel their protective gaze on me, like they’re ready to ward off any threat.
“Jack… Dax…” Their names are sighs on my lips, a silent plea for more.
“Shh,” Dax soothes, his breath hot against my neck. His lips graze my earlobe, tugging gently, and I arch into him instinctively. His hands begin a slow exploration, fingertips tracing the lines of my waist before cupping my breasts and squeezing.
“Good girl,” Jack whispers, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive, so ready for us.”
“Only for you,” I manage to breathe out, lost in the dual sensations of Jack watching me intently and thrusting softly while Dax worships my body with his hands.
“That’s right,” Dax growls softly behind me, but his restraint is threadbare. I can feel him hard against my lower back, his arousal undeniable.
“Can’t be patient when she’s like this,” Jack counters, his hand sliding down to circle my clit, pressing just enough to elicit another gasp from me.
“Then don’t be,” I challenge, a reckless spark igniting within me. I want them, all of them, their possessiveness as intoxicating as the most potent liquor.
“Fuck, Oli,” Dax groans, his mouth descending to the crook of my neck. He bites down gently, then soothes the spot with his tongue. It’s a promise, a claim, and I’m dizzy with it.
I’m caught between the primal heat of two towering alphas, Dax’s breath ghosting over my neck as Jack’s eyes burn into mine. The hotel room fades away, leaving only the hunger in their touch, a carnal beat pulsing through the air.
Oli
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
INSIDERS AT THE SCOTTISH POLICE DEPARTMENT REVEAL MAY THORNTON ATTACKED OLI HART BEFORE ARREST
July 7th
“Are you ready for more, angel?” Dax murmurs against my skin, his voice a rough caress.
“Yes, I’m ready for my alphas,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with anticipation.
