Page 108 of Knot My Band: Part Two
Dax aligns himself with me, pressing at my pussy where Jack is already filling me. It’s a slow burn, a stretch that has my breath hitching in my throat. His cock nudges forward, inch by deliberate inch. The sensation is overwhelming, an exquisite pressure that builds and builds until I feel like I might break apart.
“Your body was made to take your alphas. Relax and let us have you,” Dax whispers.
“Well done, taking us both like that,” Jack rasps, his gaze locked on where our bodies join. “So fucking perfect.”
A groan rumbles from Dax’s chest as he sinks deeper, the intimate invasion both a challenge and a comfort. My body adapts, welcoming him to the hilt next to Jack. Their dual presence is staggering, and I’m awash in a sea of raw desire.
“Move with us, omega,” Jack encourages, his hands gripping my hips. Together, they lift me effortlessly, their strength undeniable. I’m suspended between them, a willing participant in this dance.
“You’re so tight around us,” Dax growls, his fingers digging into my thighs as he helps guide our movements. Each descent impales me further onto their lengths, each rise a sweet agony as I almost slip free.
“You look so sexy with both of your alphas in that tight pussy,” Jack praises, his voice imbued with admiration and lust. Their rhythm is relentless, a perfect synchrony that drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Dax… Jack…” My words dissolve into gasps as pleasure coils tighter inside me. With every thrust, they hit spots deep within that have my vision blurring, stars sparking behind my closed eyelids.
“I want you to come all over our cocks and soak us with your slick,” Dax urges, his lips trailing fire along my shoulder.
“I never want to lose the scent of you on my skin,” Jack echoes, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. A silent vow is etched in every glance.
Their praise is a song that matches the rhythm of our bodies, a litany that carries me higher until I’m teetering on the brink of something monumental. They move me up and down, a puppet on strings of muscle and desire, and I am utterly theirs.
“Mine,” Dax asserts, a possessive note in his voice that resonates deep within my core.
He reaches around and runs his thumb across his bite mark on my chest, making me shiver, and even more heat floods me.
Jack takes his lead and leans down to bite over his mark on my neck, amplifying everything until I surrender to the tidal wave that crashes over me.
Dax’s hands grip my hips with a firmness that steadies and inflames me. I feel him slide out from my slick heat, and there’s a momentary sense of loss that’s swiftly replaced by anticipation. “Can’t knot you like this, angel,” he murmurs, and there’s an edge of excitement to his tone.
My breath catches as Dax positions himself at my entrance once again, but this time, he’s aiming for a different spot—higher, tighter. Jack holds me steady, his cock still buried deep inside me as Dax presses against my ass. The initial resistance gives way under his insistent pressure, and I gasp, a sharp intake of breath that’s more thrill than pain.
“Relax, Oli. Let your alpha inside that perfect ass,” Jack whispers against my lips, kissing me tenderly, distracting me with the sweetness of his mouth.
“Good girl,” Dax praises from behind, his voice a low growl that vibrates through my body. “Just breathe.”
They start to rock into me together, a coordinated dance of penetration that has me spiraling toward ecstasy.
The feeling is overwhelming, the dual sensation of being completely possessed by my alphas—a symphony of claiming and pleasure that crescendos within me. I can feel every ridge of Jack’s piercing, the way it rubs inside me, while Dax fills me from another angle, stretching me further, pressing into spots that send jolts of pleasure radiating through my entire being.
“Fuck, yes… just like that,” I chant between moans, my voice a broken melody of need.
“Look at you, taking us so well,” Jack murmurs, his blue eyes locked onto mine, pride and desire swirling in their depths.
“Beautiful… incredible,” Dax adds, his thrusts growing more insistent, his knot starting to swell at my entrance.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. The building pressure, the relentless rhythm—it’s a tide pulling me under, and I surrender willingly. The first ripple of climax hits me hard,wringing a high-pitched cry from my lips. My inner muscles clench down on them, spasming in waves of intense pleasure.
Slick gushes from me, coating them both in my scent.
“Fuck, that’s it… come for us,” Jack urges, his movements growing more frantic as my slick makes it even easier for him to glide in and out of me. Then he’s pushing his knot in me, and it swells further, locking us together.
“God, Oli, you’re perfect,” Dax groans, his knot fully expanded now, locking him in place as he continues to grind against me, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my trembling form.
I’m floating, untethered in a sea of sensation.
Pinned between the two alphas, my knees hit the plush carpet of the hotel room with a soft thud. Dax and Jack ease down with me, their knots still buried deep inside, stretching me deliciously full. They don’t stop moving, not even for a second—gentle undulations that keep the fire in my veins stoked to a fever pitch. I can feel every ridge, every pulse of their cocks as they grind their knots against my tender spots, sending sparks of pleasure cascading through me.
“Ah, you’re both so deep,” I gasp, my voice hitching. “Don’t stop…”
