Page 70 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Ready for me, Oli?” Dax growls against my mouth, his voice a rough whisper that sends anticipation skittering down to my core.
“Always,” I whisper back, and the word is barely out before I feel him—the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. Then he’s pushing in, filling me up so good, and I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. Dax sets a leisurely pace at first, each stroke deliberate and deep, drawing a moan from my throat every time he hits just the right spot.
My hair is a wild cascade around my shoulders, damp strands sticking to my flushed skin as Dax’s movements become more insistent.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Dax praises, his breath hot against my neck, his strong arms caging me against his chest.
He sets a punishing rhythm that has stars bursting behind my closed eyelids. When I open them, Aiden’s eyes meet mine, filled with a wicked glint as he leans in close, whispering, “Let go, Oli. We’ve got you.”
The heat inside me builds rapidly, a crescendo of need threatening to consume me whole. Dax’s thrusts grow faster and harder, each one pushing me closer to the edge and into Aiden behind me. My nails dig into his shoulders, the only anchor I have, as the heat starts to crash over me, a wave too powerful to resist.
And with a few more strokes from Dax, I do. I come apart, my body singing with release as I cling to Dax, riding the wave of pleasure as it rolls through me.
“Her heat is coming back strong. You two don’t have long,” Chase tells them.
I nod, feeling the haze coming over me.
The intensity doesn’t wane, not even for a second. Aiden’s hands are tender yet deliberate as he collects the slick that coats my thigh. A shiver of anticipation zips through my nerves when Aiden’s fingertips brush against my sensitive skin.
“Ready for more, sunshine?” Aiden’s voice is low, a whisper in my ear.
I feel him at my back entrance, pressing gently but insistently. My body yields, welcoming him in a slow slide that has stars exploding behind my eyelids. It’s a stretch, a perfect fullness that renders me speechless.
“Aiden…” I gasp as he sinks deeper into me, his presence an addictive pressure that complements Dax’s relentless rhythm in front. The dual sensations are overwhelming, each thrust from Dax pushing me further onto Aiden, driving us into each other.
“Well done, taking us both like a perfect omega,” Dax growls from between gritted teeth, his grumpy demeanor completely undone by the slick heat of my core that clings to him every time he pulls back.
“Feels… incredible,” I confess, my voice hitching with each double penetration that sends sparks of ecstasy crackling through my veins.
Aiden’s pace picks up, mirroring Dax’s urgency. They find a rhythm that has my heart pounding out of control, my moans filling the room. I’m caught in the eye of a storm, their bodies the tempest that whips around me, threatening to sweep me under with its ferocity.
“Oli, you’re so tight… so perfect,” Aiden praises, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. His words, usually shy and reserved, now fuel the fire within me. As they move in tandem, I can barely focus on anything but the sensation of being utterly filled, claimed by these two alphas.
My omega is pleased and wants both of their knots.
“Can you come for us again, omega?” Aiden murmurs, his voice a velvet caress that tickles my ear. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back against him with each thrust.
“Please… yes,” I beg, the tension coiling tighter in my belly, ready to spring forth at any moment.
“Good girl,” Dax says, his voice colored with approval. Their movements grow more frantic and desperate, chasing our collective release. And when it hits, it’s a maelstrom of sensation, an electric current that races through my limbs and ignites every nerve ending. Dax’s lips swallow my cry as my body trembles, and I surrender to the waves of pleasure that crash over me, leaving me adrift in a sea of blissful satisfaction.
“Oli, do you want both of our knots?” His voice is a whisper, but it might as well be a roar in my blood.
“Yes,” I gasp out, my body trembling with need. I can’t think of anything but being bound to them, locked in this moment forever.
Aiden and Dax exchange a look over my head.
“Brace yourself, angel,” Dax murmurs against my lips before he claims them in a searing kiss that leaves no room for thought.
Then, they surge forward, and their knots push into me. It’s like being hit by lightning—pleasure so intense it borders on pain, filling me to the brink. My body stretches to accommodate them, the sensation of fullness complete, overwhelming. The slick makes it easier, but the stretch… oh, the glorious stretch sends me spiraling.
My vision whites out, and I scream around the kiss, the sound muffled but no less fervent. Aiden’s hands steady me, gripping my hips with a strength that speaks of possession and protection. Dax breaks the kiss to let me breathe, to let me moan and whimper and chant their names like a mantra.
“Fuck, Oli, you feel incredible.” Aiden’s praise is almost reverent, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Stay with us, Oli,” Dax coaches, his brow furrowed in concentration as he begins to move again, a slow grind that has me clawing at his shoulders.
Dax’s breath is hot on my skin, whispering promises of forever between each pulse of pleasure that racks my body. I’m floating, lost in the sensation of being so utterly filled when his teeth graze my breast, gently at first, then sinking in deep to mark me, to claim me. A sharp gasp escapes my lips.
