Page 119 of Claimed By the Band

"Please," I whimper as another wave builds. I'm not even sure what I'm begging for anymore—just more, always more.

Knox rumbles, leaning in to capture my lips in a heated kiss. The angle is awkward but perfect, letting me taste him as his fingers continue their relentless assault on my senses.

Asher takes advantage of my distraction to slip his hands under my shirt again, the direct contact with my sensitive nipples making me cry out against Knox's mouth. They work me higher and higher, drawing sounds from my throat I didn't even know I could make.

When I finally come apart between them all over again, it's with both their names on my lips. They work me through it gently, their touches becoming soothing rather than demanding as I collapse back against Asher's chest.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along my neck. "Our perfect girl."

Knox hums in agreement, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste my release. The sight makes me whimper.

The front door opens and I hear the rustle of shopping bags, followed by Damon's low whistle. "If I'd known this was what you were really doing, I wouldn't have bailed on songwriting time."

I squirm instinctively on Asher's lap, feeling heat flood my cheeks as the rest of the pack files in. But Asher's arms stay firmly around my waist, holding me in place. Not that I'm trying very hard to escape—the combined scents of all my alphas filling the room makes me purr even more.

Silas's eyes flick to the bags Dante just dropped on the floor. "Were those the eggs?"

"Yeah," Dante says, but his dark eyes never leave my face. The hunger in his expression makes my already sensitive body throb with renewed need.

Knox's smirk is audible in his voice as he says, "We were celebrating the good news."

"What good news?" Damon asks, moving closer with predatory grace. The way they're all looking at me, surrounding the piano with focused intent, makes me a bit giddy.

"The results came back," I manage to mumble, distracted by how Asher's fingers are still tracing idle patterns on my hip. "It's a match."

Their reactions are immediate and enthusiastic. Silas breaks into a fierce grin while Dante actually pumps his fist in victory. Damon's huge frame relaxes slightly, some of the constant tension leaving his shoulders.

"That's our girl," Dante purrs, stepping closer to run his fingers through my disheveled hair.

"We should all get in on this celebration then," Silas suggests, his green eyes darkening as they rake over me.

My breath catches as Dante's hands slide under my thighs, lifting me easily to set me on top of the piano. "What about thegroceries?" I protest weakly, even as my legs part instinctively to let him step between them.

"I'd rather eat you," he says with a wicked grin that sends heat pooling low in my belly. The others murmur agreement, moving to surround me completely.

"We all would," Damon rumbles, and the pure alpha hunger in his voice makes me whimper.

My breath catches as Dante's fingers trail up my inner thighs, and all the way up to my waistband, where he starts tugging them off. I lift my hips to help him. The cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver, but he's too warm for the cold to bother me for long.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my thigh. "And all ours."

I whimper as his stubble scrapes against my skin, sending sparks through my whole body. Damon's huge frame blocks out the light as he leans over me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss that steals my breath.

The contrast between them is dizzying—Damon's gentle dominance as he cradles my face, his spicy scent mixing with Dante's earthier notes. Silas kneels beside Dante, adding his own leather and bourbon to the intoxicating mix as he trails kisses up my other leg.

"Please," I gasp against Damon's lips as Dante's clever tongue finds my center. My hips buck involuntarily, but his strong hands hold me steady against the polished wood of the piano.

"That's it, baby," Damon rumbles, his voice vibrating through my whole body as he kisses down my neck. "Just let go."

And I do. I surrender completely to the sensations—Dante's wicked mouth between my thighs, Silas's teeth grazing my outer thigh, Damon's lips marking my throat. Their combined scents fill my lungs with every gasping breath.

"Look how wet you are for us and you're not even in heat," Dante purrs against my sensitive flesh before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue circles my clit in a way that has me seeing stars, while Silas adds his own mouth to the torment, sucking marks into my thigh.

I'm dimly aware of Knox and Asher watching from nearby, their own need evident in their scents. But I can't focus on anything beyond the alphas currently taking me apart piece by piece.

"There, good girl," Damon encourages as I start to tremble. "Show us how good we make you feel."

His words combined with Dante's relentless assault on my senses pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry that echoes through the music room, my body arching off the piano as ecstasy crashes through me in waves.

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