Page 46 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“I need his come down my throat,” she demands.
“Then I’ll be real gentle and you can’t take me deep. Deal?” Chase offers.
She nods eagerly, looking up at both of us smugly. What a little brat.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” Chase murmurs, and he guides himself to her mouth, watching her lips part eagerly around him. The sight sends a surge of jealousy through me, sharp and unexpected. I want that connection they share. I want to be the one she seeks in every needful moan.
After her heat, when I bond her, I will.
But as I watch her take him in, her cheeks hollowing, the jealousy fizzles out, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure, Oli’s muffled moans vibrating against Chase’s shaft, the slick sounds of my cock moving inside her, hitting deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck, that’s it, Oli. You’re doing so good,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her back onto me with every thrust. I can feel her unraveling, her inner walls fluttering around me in a way that has me fighting to keep control.
“Look at her, Jack,” Chase breathes, his voice flecked with awe and lust as he watches Oli work his tip with her mouth, “She’s perfect.”
“Keep going, baby girl,” I grunt, feeling her clench around me, a sign she’s close. “You’re so close.”
“Come for us, Oli,” Chase adds, his hand slipping into her rose gold waves, guiding her head gently so she doesn’t take him too deep.
I love being her alpha and caring for her when her heat comes. I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Chase groans, his hips bucking into her mouth as he fights for control. “You’re incredible, Oli,” he praises, voice strained.
A surge of pride swells as I watch Oli’s lips slide over Chase, her moans vibrating against him. My hands grip her hips, a sense of ownership mingling with sheer admiration for the woman we both can’t get enough of. It’s wild how she seamlessly brings two alphas like Chase and me to our knees.
“Oli, omega,” I whisper, leaning forward to leave a trail of kisses along her neck, “you feel so good.” My words are met with a shudder that ripples through her body, and I can’t help but grin against her skin. She’s responsive, alive under our touch.
“Look at us, Oli,” Chase growls, and his voice holds a rasp that makes her squeeze my cock tighter. “You’ve got two alphas who can’t get enough of you.”
She meets my gaze, those bright green eyes shimmering with pleasure.
With each thrust, I’m claiming her, marking her as mine, as ours.
“More, alpha,” she pulls off Chase’s cock to whimper, her hands clawing at my back. I oblige, thrusting harder, deeper, my hips slamming into her with a force that has the walls echoing our carnal symphony.
“Can’t get enough of this, can you?” I tease, even though I’m breathless, the sweat beading on my forehead. She doesn’t answer with words, but her body speaks volumes—the way she arches into each thrust, seeking more.
“Come for me, Oli,” I command, my voice strained. Her inner walls start fluttering around me, her whole body tensing, and then—she explodes, her orgasm tearing through her.
“Such a good girl, taking us both like this,” I murmur into Oli’s ear, my breath hitching as I feel her trembling from the aftershocks. Chase is grinning down at her, his hand entwined in those rose gold waves, guiding her mouth back to his cock.
“You love having your alphas look after you, don’t you?” Chase’s voice is raw, laced with lust and affection, and I watch as Oli nods eagerly around his cock.
The sight sends another jolt of heat through me, and I can’t help but praise her.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so perfect for us.” My words are interspersed with groans as I continue to move inside her, each stroke stoking the fire that’s been building.
I can feel every inch of my piercings brushing against her sensitive walls, adding an extra layer of sensation that has her moaning around Chase’s cock. It’s a sound that drives me absolutely wild, knowing she’s drowning in pleasure because of us.
The room is thick with the essence of cheesecake, coffee, and caramel, and it’s intoxicating, pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m close, baby girl,” I grunt, and I see Chase nod, his breathing becoming more labored.
“Me too,” he rasps out.
“Olive, you’re going to make us come so hard,” I whisper into her ear, and I mean it. Every inch of me is poised on the brink, ready to fall into the abyss with her.
She whimpers before pulling Chase deeper down her throat.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I command, my voice strained as I chase my release. Her inner walls start fluttering around me, her whole body tensing, and then—she explodes, her orgasm tearing through her.
