Page 105 of Claimed By the Band

The words barely leave my lips before Asher's head pops up from the pile of limbs across the bed, his violet eyes still heavy with sleep. "Is that bacon?"

The tension breaks as everyone laughs, even Jordan letting out a small chuckle despite her embarrassment. The sound makes my chest warm.

"Come join us," Asher says, patting the space beside him. "There's plenty of room."

I hesitate, but Jordan gives me a shy smile that makes my heart skip. "Please?" she asks softly. "I'd like you here too."

How can I resist that? Setting the tray on the bedside table, I carefully settle onto the edge of the bed. Damon keeps Jordan steady in his lap as I arrange the pillows, making sure everyone can reach the food.

"You made all this?" Jordan asks, eyeing the spread with obvious hunger. Her voice hitches slightly as Damon shifts beneath her.

I nod, unable to help the pleased rumble that escapes when she reaches for a piece of bacon. "Needed to do something useful," I admit.

"You're always useful," Asher says firmly, crawling over to steal a piece of bacon for himself. "Even if you are a grumpy bear who could give Damon a run for his money sometimes."

"Hey," I protest halfheartedly, but I can't help smiling as Jordan laughs again.

We settle into a comfortable rhythm, passing food around as Jordan continues rocking slowly in Damon's lap as he feeds her a strawberry and she licks the juices off his fingers. Her movements are less desperate now, more languid as the edge of her heat temporarily eases.

The intimacy of the moment catches me off guard—all of us curled together, sharing food and soft touches while taking care of our omegas. The lighthearted banter between Dante and Asher as they discuss the theoretical benefits and drawbacks of being an alpha who smells like bacon.

This is what pack is supposed to be. And it feels more real, more complete than it ever has. Which makes me feel like even moreof an ass for ever thinking Jordan's presence would threaten what we already had. It just made things even better.

And watching Jordan slowly open up, letting down her walls piece by piece... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I may not deserve forgiveness for how I treated her at first, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to her. To prove that she can trust us. Trust me.

For now, though, I focus on making sure she eats, on providing what comfort I can. The rest will come with time.

I watch as Asher presses a tender kiss to Jordan's lips, murmuring that he needs to get cleaned up. Their scents mingle, making a rumbling purr build up in my chest. She's still seated in Damon's lap, his huge hands spanning her waist, and I can't tear my eyes away from where they're joined.

"Yeah, me too," Dante yawns, stretching like a contented cat. "So does Silas."

"Hey," Silas says with a glare, but he doesn't argue. He leans in to kiss Jordan, soft and sweet. "Knox and Damon will take good care of you until we're back."

She nuzzles against him in response, a gesture so naturally omega it makes my chest tight. How did we miss it for so long? The way she moves, the little sounds she makes, everything about her screams omega now that I know to look for it.

The others file out, leaving just me, Damon, and Jordan. She shifts in Damon's lap, clearly trying to be subtle about how desperate she is for movement, for friction, for relief. But I can smell her need growing stronger with each passing second.

Then she reaches for me, one hand extended in clear invitation, and whatever resolve I had left crumbles. The naked want in her dark eyes undoes me completely.

"Please," she whispers, and that single word shatters the last of my hesitation.

I move closer, drawn in by her scent, by the need written across her beautiful face. When I'm within reach, she grabs my shirt and pulls me down into a desperate kiss. She tastes so fucking incredible.

"I'm sorry," I murmur against her lips between kisses. "I?—"

She silences me with another kiss, and shakes her head. "No talking. Just fucking."

I can't help but chuckle, even as her desperate words inflame the hunger I've been trying to keep suppressed this whole time.

She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her own dark with desire but also something softer. "You were protecting your pack," she says quietly. "I understand that."

The forgiveness in her voice makes my chest tight. I don't deserve it, but I'll try to change that.

I capture her lips again, swallowing her gasp as Damon starts moving beneath her. Jordan whimpers into my mouth as Damon's movements grow more purposeful, his huge hands guiding her hips. I can see the way his cock stretches her, the way her body takes him so perfectly. The sight makes my own cock throb painfully.

"Need you," she gasps, breaking the kiss to look up at me with desperate eyes. "Please, alpha."

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