Page 104 of Claimed By the Band

"Please," Asher whimpers, his cock twitching against my tongue. The metal of his piercings catches the light as he rocks his hips, caught between pushing back against Dante's fingers and thrusting deeper into my mouth.

Dante grins wickedly, pressing two fingers inside Asher with practiced ease. The other omega moans, his head falling back against Dante's shoulder as the alpha's clever fingers find that spot inside him that makes him cry out. It's the hottest sound I've ever heard. I can feel every reaction through his cock, the way he pulses and leaks across my tongue.

"You like that, babe?" Dante purrs, curling his fingers just right. "Like having our new omega's mouth on you while I open you up?"

Asher can only whine in response, his thighs trembling as Dante works him higher. His fingers tighten in my hair, not quite pulling but definitely holding on for dear life. The metal of his piercings drags deliciously against my tongue as he rocks into my mouth, making me moan around him.

Behind me, Silas picks up his pace, his knot starting to catch on my rim with each thrust. The combined sensations are overwhelming—being filled so perfectly while watching Asher fall apart above me, tasting him, feeling him.

"So good," Asher gasps as Dante adds a third finger, stretching him wider. "Fuck, don't stop..."

I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper as Dante continues his relentless assault on Asher's prostate. His scent fills the air, mingling mine as Silas continues pounding into my pussy, his knot closer to filling me with each thrust. I can barely breathe through the intensity of it.

Silas’s knot finally enters me and swells, locking us together as he fills me with a growl. The pressure against all the right spots inside me combined with Asher's desperate sounds sends me over the edge again. I come with a muffled cry around Asher's cock, my body milking Silas’s knot as the waves crash over me.

Asher follows shortly after, spilling down my throat with a broken moan as Dante's fingers milk him through it. I swallow everything he gives me, savoring the sweet-salty taste of him on my tongue.

When he finally pulls back, gasping for breath, I let his softening cock slip from between my lips. Dante's fingers are still inside him, working him through the aftershocks until he whimpers from oversensitivity.

"Beautiful," Dante murmurs, pressing kisses along Asher's shoulder as he slowly withdraws his fingers. "Both of you."

I blush at his words, still not used to such open praise. Especially not from alphas who actually mean it, who see me as more than just a prize to be won or a vessel to be filled.

Silas pulls me close as his knot begins to soften, arranging us comfortably on our sides. His hand strokes soothingly down my side as Asher and Dante curl up with us, creating a warm tangle of limbs and pack scents.

"Rest," Silas murmurs against my hair. "The heat will hit again soon enough."

I know he's right—I can already feel it simmering under my skin, ready to flare back to life at any moment. But for now, I let myself drift in the afterglow, surrounded by the safety and warmth of my pack.

My pack. The thought still feels surreal, like a dream I might wake up from at any moment. But their scents ground me in reality, reminding me that this is real. That I'm finally where I belong.

Asher's fingers find mine, squeezing gently. "Stop thinking so loud," he teases, but there's understanding in his gentle gaze. He knows what it's like to feel overwhelmed by belonging, by being wanted for who you are rather than what you can give.

I squeeze back, grateful beyond words for his presence. For all of them.

For the first time since I can remember, I actually feel like I'm home.

37

KNOX

Ifocus on the sizzling bacon, trying not to think about what's happening in the bedroom. The familiar routine of cooking grounds me as I crack eggs into a bowl, whisking them with practiced movements. I can't help but be methodical, even in the kitchen.

The sounds and scents drifting from down the hall are impossible to ignore completely, though. Jordan's sweet, rainy roses mixing with Damon's deep, spicy scent, punctuated by soft gasps and moans that make my hands shake slightly as I season the eggs.

I tell myself I'm giving them space because Jordan needs time to adjust, to feel safe. But the truth is, I'm afraid. Afraid she won't want me after how cold I was at first. Afraid I don't deserve her forgiveness.

The bacon finishes crisping and I transfer it to a plate lined with paper towels, adding it to the tray I've been assembling.Scrambled eggs with herbs, fresh fruit, toast, and plenty of water. Omegas in heat need to stay hydrated.

By the time I'm finished getting everything together, the sounds have died down, so I decide it's as good a time as any.

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the loaded tray and head down the narrow hallway. The scents get stronger as I approach, making my head spin. When I push open the door, the sight before me stops me in my tracks.

Asher, Silas and Dante are sprawled across one side of the massive bed, dead to the world. But on the other side, Jordan is straddling Damon's lap, her head thrown back as she rocks against him. His huge hands span her waist, guiding her movements as she takes him deep. I can see her flat stomach bulging a little where his cock is filling her.

They both freeze when they notice me, Jordan's cheeks flushing pink as she tries to stop moving. But I can see the tremors running through her body as the heat forces her to keep grinding subtly against him, desperate for relief.

"I... brought food," I manage, my voice rougher than intended. "Thought you might need fuel."

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