Page 117 of Claimed By the Band

I try to focus on combing through the data we got from PheroMaster, but I keep getting distracted by the music. By the way Asher's chest vibrates when he hums along with the melody he's creating. By how Knox's woodsmoke scent mingles with Asher's honey whenever he leans in to suggest a chord progression.

"What about this?" Knox asks, reaching past us to play a series of notes that makes Asher's breath catch.

"Oh, that's perfect," he breathes, quickly incorporating the new element into what he's playing.

I decide to set my phone aside for a moment and just enjoy the music, and Asher's warmth on my back. "It's a beautiful song," I say, leaning back against him.

"It's about you," Asher murmurs in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist as Knox sits on the bench beside us and takes over the melody. "About finding something you didn't even know you were missing."

My chest tightens at his words, at the simple truth in them. I never imagined I could have this—a pack, a home, people who know exactly who and what I am and love me anyway.

"Guess you're our muse now," Knox says, continuing seamlessly where Asher left off.

"I didn't know you played piano, too," I tell him, brushing my hand over his thigh.

He gives me a sideways grin. "And here I thought I'd given you plenty of reason to trust in the skill of my fingers. Guess I'll just have to demonstrate."

A flush creeps up my neck as Asher kisses the back of it, and I realize this practice session is about to get a lot less productive. But I really don't mind, and neither do they.

I gasp as Asher's nimble fingers work at the button on my jeans, his lips trailing fire down my neck. Knox watches with hungry eyes, his scent growing headier.

"Is this okay?" Asher murmurs against my throat, waiting for my nod before continuing.

Knox's hand slides into my loosened pants, making me arch against Asher's chest. His touch is gentle but confident, finding all the right spots that make me purr.

"So responsive," Asher purrs himself, his hands sliding under my shirt to tease my sensitive nipples. The dual sensations make my head spin as I rock between them.

Knox's talented fingers work me higher as Asher's hands continue their torment. I'm trapped between their solid warmth, surrounded by their combined scents.

"Please," I gasp as Asher pinches lightly, making me buck against Knox's hand.

"What do you need, beautiful?" Knox asks, his voice rough.

Before I can answer, Asher's hand joins Knox's, finding my clit with practiced ease. The combined stimulation has me seeing stars as they work me steadily toward the edge.

"That's it," Asher encourages as I start to tremble. "Let go for us."

I come with a cry that echoes through the music room, but they don't stop. Their touches grow gentler but no less insistent as they draw out my ecstasy.

Just as I feel another climax building, my phone buzzes loudly on the piano bench. The sound cuts through my ecstasy-hazed brain like a knife.

"Ignore it," Asher murmurs, but I'm already reaching for it with trembling hands. Only one person would be contacting me right now.

"It's the lab results," I say, my voice still shaky.

Both alphas immediately shift gears, their protective instincts taking over. Knox withdraws his hand as Asher helps me sit up properly. They both fall silent, but I can feel their supportive energy as I answer the call, trying to catch my breath.

"Echo here," I say in my carefully practiced voice, albeit a bit breathless, even though it feels wrong now. Maria is technically my friend—or at least, she's Echo's friend. She's one of the few people I've worked with regularly over the years, one of the few I've let get even slightly close.

But she still doesn't know the real me. And now isn't the time to change that.

"Echo!" Maria's voice comes through bright and clear. "I've got news about those samples you sent over. Good or bad depending on your perspective, I suppose."

My heart rate kicks up as I sit straighter in Asher's lap. "Tell me."

"It's a hundred percent match," she says, and I can hear the excitement in her voice. "The formulas from the lab records match the compound from the attack exactly. Whoever made this wasn't even trying to hide it—they just assumed no one would ever see the evidence."

"Arrogant bastard," Knox mutters under his breath, and I have to agree.

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