Page 97 of Claimed By the Band

"Please," she whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my core. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I suck a dark red mark into her throat. Not quite a claiming bite, but a promise of one.

I've never felt quite this possessive over anyone before, let alone another omega. But Jordan is different. Special. She'sminein a way I can't quite explain.

My hands slide down her sides, memorizing every curve she's kept hidden for so long. Her skin burns beneath my touch, fever-hot from the heat. When my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts, she arches into the contact with a needy sound that makes me want to devour her.

"So beautiful," I murmur against her collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her chest. "Every inch of you is perfect."

She shivers beneath me, another wave of her heat scent filling the air. "Asher," she breathes, and my name has never sounded better than it does on her lips.

I take my time exploring her body, learning what makes her gasp and whimper. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive—just a gentle brush of my fingers has her writhing beneath me. When I replace my fingers with my mouth, sucking one tight peak between my lips, she actually cries out.

"Shh," I soothe, pulling back to blow cool air across her heated skin.

Her hands clutch at my shoulders as I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle touches and firmer pressure. Every sound she makes, every twitch of her body beneath mine, feeds something primal inside me.

My mouth trails lower, pressing kisses down her stomach as my fingers work at the fastenings of her pants. She lifts her hips to help me slide them off, along with her underwear. The scent of her arousal hits me, making my mouth water.

"Is this okay?" I ask, settling between her thighs. I need to hear her say it, need to know she wants this as much as I do.

"Yes," she breathes, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "Please, Asher."

The sight of her spread out before me, wet and wanting, nearly undoes me. Her inner thighs glisten with slick, and I can't resist leaning in to taste her. The first swipe of my tongue has us both moaning—she tastes even better than she smells.

"Oh god," she whimpers as I explore her with my tongue, learning what makes her shake apart. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head as I find her clit, circling it gently.

The way she responds to every touch, every flick of my tongue, is intoxicating. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I work her higher.

"That's it," I murmur against her sensitive flesh. "Let go for me, beautiful. I want to taste more of you."

She comes with a cry that she muffles against her arm, her whole body shaking. I work her through it gently, not stopping until she tugs me away with trembling hands.

"Come here," she pants, pulling me up for a desperate kiss. I know she can taste herself on my tongue, and the thought makes me groan into her mouth.

My clothes feel too tight suddenly, too restrictive against my skin. Jordan seems to agree, because her fingers are alreadyworking at the buttons of my shirt. I help her strip me, everything but my briefs now, needing to feel her skin against mine.

When we're both finally naked, I take a moment just to look at her. Her skin is flushed pink, her dark hair spread out across the pillow like a halo. Her lips are swollen from kissing, and the mark I left on her throat stands out beautifully against her pale skin.

"You're staring," she murmurs, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into her voice.

"Because you're gorgeous," I tell her firmly, capturing her lips in another kiss. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She melts into the kiss, her hands exploring my body with growing confidence. When her fingers brush over my nipple piercings, I can't help the moan that escapes me. They're incredibly sensitive, and she seems fascinated by them.

"These are so hot," she breathes, tugging gently on one of the bars. The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me grind against her thigh.

"Glad you think so," I manage, my voice rough with need. "They're fun to play with. But they're not the only ones."

Her eyes darken at that, pupils blown wide with curiosity that brings a smile to my lips. She leans up to replace her fingers with her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue against my pierced nipple nearly makes me see stars. I've always been sensitive there, but something about the way she touches me makes everything more intense.

"Jordan," I gasp as she sucks harder, her teeth grazing the metal bar. "Fuck, that feels amazing."

She hums against my skin, clearly pleased with my reaction. Her other hand slides down my stomach, teasing along the waistband of my underwear. I'm already embarrassingly hard—being with her like this is more arousing than anything I've ever experienced.

"Can I touch you?" she asks softly, her fingers dipping just below the elastic.

"Beautiful, you can do whatever you want to me," I whisper against her lips. "I'm yours."

Her breath falters at that, but she grows bolder.

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