Page 45 of Knot My Band: Part Two
I close the distance between us, letting my fingers brush against hers, a spark of connection in the simple touch.
“I love you, and I’ve got you, Oli. I’m not going anywhere. We will satisfy that need that’s driving you insane. Then you can go perform for all your fans like two alphas didn’t just fuck you.”
The blush creeping up her neck tells me she liked my words. She’s responding, her body leaning into mine almost imperceptibly, drawn to the satisfaction I’m offering.
“Two?” She quirks an eyebrow.
I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Chase, letting him know where we are and what his omega needs before unlocking the door for him.
“Yes, we need to make sure you’re satisfied enough to last the whole show. We are going to fuck the preheat right out of you.”
“Promise?” The word is a whisper, fragile and hopeful, and it clenches something deep inside me.
“Cross my heart,” I vow, and I mean it. Because when it comes to Oli, I would do anything for her.
I slide a comforting arm around Oli and pull her close. My hands are gentle but firm on her hips, grounding her. She trembles slightly under my touch, her breath hitching as I press my nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent that’s purely Oli. My heart kicks up a notch, desire threading through my bloodstream like electricity, but I keep it in check. This moment is about her comfort and her needs.
“Jack…” Her voice is a sigh, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.
I lean down to capture her lips with mine. With every brush of my lips, I pour all the tenderness I have into it, and when I pull back, her eyes are a little clearer, a little steadier.
I ease her back against the sink, my body covering hers. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slide them off along with her panties, exposing her to my hungry gaze. Her skin is hot to the touch but not quite a fever.
“Jack… please…” Her plea is music to my ears, and I’m not one to disappoint.
“Anything for you, Oli.” I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock with its glinting piercings that I know drive her wild. The sight of them catches the light, and her breath catches in her throat.
I position myself between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of my piercings.
Slowly, I push inside, feeling the snug warmth of her envelop me. A moan escapes her, and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. I start with soft, shallow strokes, each one deliberate, letting the piercings add an extra layer of sensation. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in as if trying to pull me deeper.
“Alpha… more…” Her voice cracks on the word, and I comply, increasing my pace, my thrusts still gentle but insistent. Her hips rise to meet mine, seeking that sweet friction, and I angle my hips to hit all the right spots.
As her inner walls clench around my cock, I know I’m doing exactly what she needs.
The door barely clicks shut behind us when the air shifts, a familiar presence tugging at the edges of my awareness. Without turning around, I know it’s Chase.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice low and steady. There’s no need for more words; his eyes flicker to Oli and then back to me, a silentconversation flowing between us. We both know why we’re here and what’s at stake as Oli’s preheat wraps us in its insistent pull.
“Chase.” I acknowledge him with a nod, our mutual concern for Oli pressing down on us.
Oli’s gaze flits between us, her lip caught between her teeth again, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil.
“Couldn’t keep away, huh?” I tease, but my chest tightens at their bond, so tangible, so damn undeniable. He’s got this gravitational pull on her, one I envy deep down.
“Can you blame me?” Chase’s voice is low, rumbles through the already thick air, laced with concern and something fiercer. “She needs us.”
I can’t argue with that—it’s written all over her flushed face, the way her body arches for more. He rounds the sink, his gaze locked on Oli, and I’ve never seen anything more predatory, more protective. It’s a heady mix.
“Please,” Oli gasps out, and my name hangs on her lips, but her eyes flicker to Chase. She wants us both, needs us both.
In a fluid motion, Chase unzips his jeans, freeing his cock with a confidence that only heightens the rawness of this moment. He strokes himself, and I swear Oli’s temperature spikes another few degrees.
I know Oli needs us both, so I lower her to the floor on top of me so she can reach Chase, too.
Oli tries to take his cock in her mouth but I pull her back. “You have to protect your throat, baby girl.”
Her whine makes my knees weak as my alpha surges forward demanding we help her.
