Page 6 of Knot My Band: Part Two
Jack turns me on my side, then reaches between my legs and gathers up my slick. His movements are gentle as he circles one finger at my back entrance. The sensation of it sends shivers up my spine, anticipation twining with pleasure as he begins to stretch me, preparing me for him.
His finger slips in, easy and slow, and my body welcomes him, craving more. The pressure builds, blooming heat spreading across my skin as he adds another finger, stretching and filling me. Every motion is careful, deliberate, and designed to tease and tantalize. My body tenses around him, the pleasurable burn of being stretched mingling with the residual tingles from Chase’s skilled tongue.
The moment Jack’s thick cock presses against me, I know I’m about to be undone by this alpha. He enters slowly, every inch a deliberate stretch that sends ripples of pleasure-pain through my body. His piercings rub against nerves I didn’t even know existed. It’s an incredible feeling—being filled by him, his strength and size both intimidating and intoxicating.
“I’ve got you,” he soothes, his hands gripping my waist, anchoring me as he pushes deeper.
And oh, does he ever. The stretch is intense, but the intensity makes stars burst behind my eyelids, turning my bones into liquid.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, finally seated fully within me, and my heart thrums with his praise. “You’re taking your alpha so well.”
Before I can even catch my breath, Chase is in front of me, his sandy hair a wild halo around his smoldering green eyes. His grip on my hips is firm and possessive as if he’s claiming every part of me that isn’t already screaming Jack’s name. And when he slides into my pussy, filling the space Jack hasn’t claimed, it leaves me fuller than I’ve ever felt before.
“I can feel Jack inside you. I bet your greedy ass loves those piercings, right, little rose?”
“Yes,” I groan.
Chase growls, and then his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is heated, a clash of tongues and teeth, as raw and passionate as the way he moves inside me. Our bodies sync up, a perfect rhythm: Jack holding me, Chase driving into me. It’s like we’re a singular entity, moving together, breathing together. Chase’s taste lingers on my lips, a mixture of caramel and popcorn.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Chase teases between kisses, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl.
I moan, unable to put my thoughts into words. Being caught between two alphas is my dream.
Especiallymyalphas.
“Only the best for our omega,” Jack grunts from behind, his movements picking up speed, his cock driving into me with a relentless pace that builds heat in my core.
I squirm between them as my orgasm builds.
“Stay still, Oli,” Jack’s voice rumbles in my ear, a command laced with velvet that makes my blood run hotter. His hands steady me, his grip gentle yet unyielding on my hips. “You can’t hurt yourself more.”
“Let us take care of you,” Chase echoes, his breath hot against my neck as he pauses mid-thrust, waiting for my compliance.
My body is alight with a tingling sensation that seems to buzz beneath my skin. The need to move, to meet them thrust for thrust, is strong, but I force myself to be still and surrender control to my alphas.
“Good girl,” Jack praises, and the pride in his tone wraps around me like a warm blanket. They start moving again, slowly at first, as if they’re savoring every moment, every inch they claim of me.
It’s dizzying how they make me feel so desired and cherished.
Chase’s thrusts become more deliberate, each one hitting that sweet spot that has my toes curling and my breath hitching. And Jack—god, Jack—moves precisely, which tells me he knows how to make me unravel. My fingers claw at the cushions, desperate for something to anchor me in this maelstrom of pleasure.
Chase and Jack move with an intensity that’s fierce and unrelenting, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. Our breaths mingle in short gasps, the air thick with the heat of our desire.
“Let go, Oli,” Jack pants, his voice a raspy command that sends shivers down my spine. His hands are everywhere, claiming me as his while he moves with relentless purpose.
I lock eyes with Aiden, who is stroking his cock while he watches the show we are putting on for him. His huge cock jumps in his hand before he groans, coming all over his stomach.
I come around their cocks, holding back a scream to protect my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes as my alphas keep fucking me through the pleasure.
Jack’s rhythm stutters, his breath hot against my neck as he spills into me, a deep groan vibrating from his chest. He pulls out with a tender slowness, I feel each piercing on his perfect cock leaving me, and I immediately mourn his absence.
Chase pushes into me, his knot swelling inside, stretching me in the most delicious way. My body convulses around him, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos with each pulse of his knot. I’m being claimed all over again, a primal and possessive love that anchors me to the present moment, to him. My fingers claw at the sheets beneath us as waves of bliss crash over me, each one more intense than the last until I’m trembling, gasping, utterly consumed by the sensation.
“Fuck, Oli, you feel incredible,” Chase growls as he holds me close, his hips still moving in gentle, insistent thrusts that milk my orgasm for every drop of ecstasy it’s worth.
I can barely smile, and my mind is blissed out by the overwhelming feeling of being so intimately connected to Chase, knotted, cherished, and adored. His knot locks us together, a perfect fit that sends aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me every time he twitches or pulses within me.
As the waves of my climax begin to ebb, Jack and Chase wrap me up in their arms, pulling me back against their chests. Our sweat-slicked bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Chase plants soft kisses alongmy shoulder, his lips tracing paths of fire that sear his love into my skin. Jack nuzzles into my hair, his breath warm and steady as he whispers sweet nothings that make me giggle and blush despite the sated languor that’s taken hold of my limbs.
