Page 106 of Claimed By the Band

The words go straight to my core, making me growl. "Where do you want me, beautiful?"

She tugs at my pants in response, her meaning clear. I strip quickly, my clothes joining the pile on the floor. When I'm finally naked, she reaches for my cock with trembling hands.

I groan as Jordan's hands wrap around my length, her touch setting my skin on fire. Damon chuckles, the sound low and rough. "I already got to knot her this morning," he says, his voice husky. "Fair's fair."

He lifts Jordan off his cock with those huge hands of his, and I catch the glint of his come trickling down her thighs. The sight makes my alpha instincts roar with possessive need. I want to add my own mark to her, to fill her up until she's dripping with pack scent.

Jordan whimpers at the loss, but I gather her into my arms, laying her gently on her back. She spreads her legs for me immediately, and the sight of her wet and wanting makes my mouth water.

"Please," she pants, already reaching between her legs to finger her soaking clit. I watch, transfixed, as her fingers move in desperate circles, and her hips buck as if beckoning me to fill her.

As I line myself up with her entrance, she turns her head toward Damon, who's still hard despite just knotting her. Like she's as desperate to have her mouth filled as her pussy. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips before she takes him into her mouth. Damon groans, burying his hand in her hair as she begins to suckle the tip of his thick cock.

The first push inside her nearly undoes me completely. She's impossibly tight despite how well-used she is by this point in her heat, her inner walls gripping me like a vice. The sensation of finally being inside her after wanting her for so long is overwhelming.

"Fuck," I growl, fighting for control as I bottom out. "You feel incredible."

Jordan moans around Damon's cock in response, the vibrations making him grip her hair tighter. The sight of her taking us both, so eager and perfect, makes my chest tight with emotion.

This is right. This omega belongs to us. I start moving, setting a steady rhythm that has her whimpering with each thrust. Her body accepts me perfectly, like we were made to fit together.

Damon catches my eye over her head, and I see my own awe reflected in his expression. We've shared partners before—it comes with being part of Asher's pack—but this is different. This is our mate, our missing piece. The one we didn't even know we were looking for until she crashed into our lives.

I lean down to press kisses along her throat as I move inside her, tasting the salt of sweat on her skin and the sweetness of her scent.

Jordan's body trembles between us as another wave of heat crashes through her. Her scent grows sharper, more desperate as she takes us both deeper. The way she moves, the little sounds she makes even with her mouth full—it's breathtaking.

My knot starts to swell as I pick up the pace, bumping against the resistance of her tight pussy with every thrust. She whines around Damon's cock, her body clenching around me as shechases her release. I slide a hand between us to circle her clit, wanting to feel her come apart around me.

"Careful, little one," Damon says with a throaty chuckle. his thumb sweeping gently over her bottom lip. "You don't want my knot in that pretty mouth of yours."

The way she whimpers suggests she does, actually, but we both know that's the heat talking.

"That's it," I encourage as she starts to tremble from what I'm doing to her clit. "Let go for us, beautiful. Show us how good we make you feel."

She comes with a muffled cry, her body milking my knot as I finally let it pop inside her. The sensation of being locked together, of filling her up, sends me over the edge. I come with a growl, painting her insides with my seed.

Damon follows shortly after, spilling down her throat with a groan as she swallows everything he gives her. His hand gentles in her hair, stroking softly as she licks him clean.

When he finally pulls back, I gather Jordan close as we settle on our sides. She nuzzles into my chest, making these soft little purring sounds that go straight to my heart. Damon curls up behind her, sandwiching her between us as we wait for my knot to go down.

"Thank you," she whispers against my skin, her voice rough from use.

"For what?" I ask, sweeping her hair back from her face.

"For accepting me," she says softly. "For wanting me even after... everything."

My chest tightens at the vulnerability in her voice. "Jordan," I say firmly, waiting until she meets my eyes. "You're pack. Nothing could change that. Especially not learning who you really are."

"He's right," Damon rumbles from behind her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "If anything, knowing the truth just makes us want you more. Because you trusted us with it."

She shivers at his words, her scent softening with contentment as she relaxes between us. I hold her closer, basking in the fact that the entire pack's scents are all over and inside her now, mine included.

Jordan drifts off as my knot slowly subsides, worn out from hours of heat and pack care. I carefully slip free once I can, earning a small sound of protest from her even in sleep. Damon immediately pulls her closer, letting her curl into his warmth.

"I'll get something to clean her up," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Damon nods, his arms tightening around her protectively. I pad to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water. When I return, I gently clean the come and slick between her thighs, being careful not to wake her.

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