Page 102 of Claimed By the Band

"It happens more than you'd think," Silas says, his voice gentle. "Especially in larger packs like ours."

"I'm not surprised," Asher murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We fit together perfectly. All of us."

Jordan shakes her head slightly, disbelief clear in her expression. "I don't understand how I could... belong to a pack like yours. You're all… you'reyou. I'm nobody."

The vulnerability in her voice makes my chest ache. I catch her chin gently, turning her face toward me. "Youare amazing," I tell her firmly. "Strong, brilliant, brave... and so fucking beautiful. Everything we could want in a mate."

"It's true," Asher adds softly. "For a long time, I felt like something was missing. I felt so guilty because I couldn't possibly love my alphas more, but there was still this...emptiness." He strokes her cheek tenderly. "Now I know it was you. You were our missing piece all along."

I watch emotions play across Jordan's face as she processes this—doubt, hope, fear, longing, acceptance. Her scent shifts with each one, becoming sharper with anxiety before softening with want. Another wave of heat hits her, making her whimper and arch against me.

"Please," she gasps, grinding against my thigh. "I need..."

"We've got you," I promise, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. "Let us take care of you."

Her only response is to press closer, desperation clear in every movement. I can feel her heat through the thin silk of her robe, burning against my skin like a brand.

I slide my hands up Jordan's thighs, pushing the silk robe aside to expose more of her pale skin. She shivers at my touch, her scent blooming beautifully. The evidence of her earlier activities with Asher on my fingertips as I trace them up her slit makes my mouth water.

"Look how ready you are for us," I purr, sliding my fingers through her slick and Asher's come. "Asher got you all worked up, didn't he?"

Jordan whimpers, her hips bucking against my hand as I tease her. "Please," she gasps, those dark eyes hazy with heat.

"Please what?" I ask, circling her clit slowly. "Use your words, kitten. Tell us what you need."

"Your knot," she breathes, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks. "I need your knot, alpha."

The words make my cock throb painfully in my pants. I've always loved when partners beg, but hearing it from Jordan—our scent match, our missing piece—hits different.

"You sound so pretty when you beg," I tell her, pressing two fingers inside her slowly. She's incredibly tight despite her earlier activities, and the thought of being inside her makes me growl. "Do it again."

"Please," she whimpers as I curl my fingers. "Please, Dante, I need you inside me."

"Since you asked so nicely," I purr, withdrawing my fingers to undo my jeans. My cock springs free, already hard and leaking precome. Jordan's eyes widen slightly at the sight, and I can't help but smirk. "Think you can take it all?"

She nods eagerly, spreading her legs wider in invitation. The sight of her like this—flushed and wanting, begging for my knot—nearly undoes me.

"You've got this," Asher murmurs in her ear, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches us. "He'll be gentle."

I line myself up with her entrance, pushing in slowly. The tight heat of her body makes me groan, my alpha instincts screaming to fuck into her until she can't rememberanyof her aliases. But I force myself to go slow, to let her adjust to my size.

"Fuck," Jordan gasps as I bottom out, her inner walls fluttering around me. "So full..."

"That's it," I praise, beginning to move in long, deep strokes. "Take it all like a good girl."

My knot starts to swell at the base of my cock, catching slightly with each thrust. Jordan whines at the sensation, her body trying to pull me deeper.

"Not yet," I tell her, gripping her hips to maintain control. "Soon."

Asher shifts beside us, bending down to where we're joined. The first touch of his tongue makes Jordan cry out, her body clenching around me deliciously. He alternates his licks between her clit and where my cock disappears inside her, making us both moan.

I catch Silas’s eye where he's watching from the side of the bed, his own arousal evident in his scent. He moves closer, reaching for Asher's neglected cock. Our omega purrs at the contact, never stopping his ministrations.

The sight of them all coming together like this, the combined scents of pack and mate and heat, pushes me closer to the edge. My knot is dangerously close to breaching her.

"Ready?" I ask through gritted teeth, fighting for control.

"Yes," she gasps, pulling me closer with trembling hands. "Please, alpha. Knot me."

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