Page 101 of Claimed By the Band

This is about showing Jordan that she's safe. That she's wanted. That she belongs with us, exactly as she is.

I'm almost to the room when I realize Knox isn't following. "You coming?" I ask.

I turn back to Knox, who shakes his head with a small smile. "Asher said not to overwhelm her," he reminds me. "And right now, I think she needs you and Silas more than me."

Part of me wants to argue. After everything that's happened tonight, the revelations about who Jordan really is and what she's been through, I know Knox wants to make amends. But he's right—too many alphas at once might be too much for her right now. Especially given her history.

"Later then," I tell him with a reassuring smile. "Once she's more settled."

He nods, relief evident in his expression. "Take care of her."

"Always," I promise, then follow Silas and Asher toward the bedroom.

The sight that greets me when I enter makes me freeze in the doorway. Jordan is curled up in the middle of our massive bed, wearing one of Asher's silk robes. The dark purple material clings to curves I've never seen before, softness that was always hidden beneath those baggy clothes. Her dark hair falls beautifully around her face, and her skin practically glows in the soft lighting.

But it's her scent that really gets me—roses and rain mingled with pack scents.Ourscents. A purr builds in my chest before I can stop it, pure alpha pride at seeing her in our bed, surrounded by our scents.

She looks up at the sound, those dark eyes wide with uncertainty. But there's heat there too, need and want barely contained.

Asher climbs onto the bed beside her, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "Look what I brought you," he says with that mischievous sparkle in his violet eyes. His hands slide over her shoulders, working at tense muscles as he adds, "Our omega needs a knot, gentlemen. Who's ready to give her what she needs?"

I can't help but grin, even as alpha hunger pools hot in my chest. "Well, when you put it that way, how could we possibly resist?" I crawl onto the bed, keeping my movements slow and deliberate. "I take back everything I said about being afraid you'd bring home a stray someday, for the record. This was a good decision."

Jordan actually laughs at that, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or concerned by that comparison."

"He definitely means it in a good way," Silas says as he joins us, his movements pure predatory grace.

A pretty blush spreads across Jordan's cheeks at his words. I want to taste it on her skin. So I do, leaning in to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. She responds immediately, melting into it with a soft sound that makes my alpha instincts roar.

When we break apart, I can't resist stealing a kiss from Asher too. He tastes like Jordan now, sweet and musky. I lick hisbottom lip just to taste more of her arousal. Now I know exactly what they've been up to in here, and I want in.

"Beautiful," Silas murmurs, his hands sliding down Jordan's back as he begins working out the knots of tension there. She arches into his touch with a gasp that goes straight to my cock.

"So responsive," I breathe, trailing kisses down her throat. The red mark Asher left earlier stands out beautifully against her pale skin, and I can't resist adding one of my own beside it, thinking about how much I want to put an actual mark there. A physical reminder to the world that these omegas belong to us, but I know she's nowhere near ready for that yet. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this."

"Really?" she asks, and the genuine surprise in her voice breaks my heart a little.

"Of course," I tell her firmly, pulling back to meet her eyes. "You're incredible, Jordan. And you belong with us. That was clear from the beginning. Now that your scent's not being blocked out, it just explains a lot."

The moment I say the word “scent,” Jordan freezes. Her whole body goes rigid against me, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips where they press against her throat. Asher winces, and I immediately know I've said something I wasn't supposed to.

"What's wrong?" I ask, pulling back to look between them.

Asher grimaces. "I, uh, hadn't gotten to that part yet."

"Oh shit." I can't help but laugh at myself. "Me and my big mouth, as usual."

"It's okay," Asher says with a fond smile. "I should have warned you guys. I'm a little... scattered at the moment."

"Tell me about it," Silas mutters, his hands still working the tension from Jordan's shoulders.

"What's going on?" Jordan asks, her dark eyes darting between us. "What do you mean about my scent?"

I exchange looks with the others, silently debating who should explain. Asher takes the lead, as he usually does in delicate situations.

"You're our scent match," he says softly, brushing her hair back from her face. "Just like I'm theirs."

Jordan stares at him, shock written across her features. "That's... that's not possible. We can't both be..."

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