Claimed by the Band (Fameverse #1)

Chapter 45 – ASHER

45

ASHER

I can barely contain my excitement as we pull into the parking lot of the Happy Nest, the massive four-story nesting supply store that just opened up downtown. Jordan sits beside me in the SUV, her scent tinged with a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"It's huge," she breathes, staring up at the gleaming glass building.

"Just wait until you see inside," I tell her, squeezing her hand. "They have everything you could possibly want for nesting."

And now, I get to share it with her.

The others pile out of the car around us, their protective alpha energy on full display. I catch Knox watching a group of young alphas heading toward the entrance, but they take one look at our marked throats and massive escorts and quickly change direction.

Smart boys.

"Ready?" Silas asks Jordan gently, offering his arm. She takes it with a small smile, and my heart soars at how naturally she accepts their care now.

The automatic doors slide open with a soft whoosh, releasing a wave of filtered air. The store uses special ventilation to keep scents from becoming overwhelming, making it comfortable for even the most sensitive omegas. And it makes sure the goods aren't covered in someone else's pheromones.

Jordan's eyes widen as we step inside, taking in the vast space before us. The first floor is dedicated entirely to bedding—blankets and pillows in every size, shape, and texture imaginable. Plush display beds showcase different arrangements in nests of all sizes and shapes.

"This is..." She trails off, clearly overwhelmed.

"Amazing, right?" I grin, already eyeing a display of weighted blankets that look incredibly soft. "Come on, let's explore!"

She gives me a wary look as I take her other arm and we proceed into the showroom. "This place is awfully quiet. Did you rent out the whole store again?"

"Guilty," I admit with a sheepish grin, but I can tell from the glimmer in her eyes she doesn't mind.

I pull her toward the blanket section, our alphas falling back to give us space. Their amusement at my enthusiasm is clear in their scents, but I don't care. This is Jordan's first time properly shopping for nesting supplies, and I want it to be perfect.

"Feel this one," I say, running my fingers over a particularly luxurious throw. The material is silky smooth under my fingertips.

Jordan reaches out hesitantly to touch it, and I watch her face light up at the sensation. “Oh,” she breathes. "That's soft."

"Perfect for sensitive skin during heat," a cheerful voice says, and we turn to find a beta sales associate smiling at us. Her name tag reads Erika. "It's our most popular omega comfort blanket. The fabric is specially designed to regulate temperature while providing maximum tactile comfort."

I can tell Jordan is a bit overwhelmed by the attention, so I take the lead. "We'll take two," I say firmly. "And you can start a tab. These guys will tell you where everything goes," I say, waving to the alphas as I lead Jordan toward another section. "We'll take it from here!"

I watch Jordan's face as she runs her fingers over two different blankets, her brow furrowed in concentration. One is a plush faux fur in deep purple that matches her dress from the concert, while the other is a silky chenille in stormy gray. Both would look perfect in our nest.

"I can't decide," she admits, glancing between them. "They're both so nice, but we really only need one more..."

"Says who?" I ask, already signaling to Erika. "We'll take both."

Jordan's eyes widen. "But?—"

"No buts," I say firmly, taking her hand. "We can swap them out whenever we want. Plus, variety is good for nesting. Different textures help ground you during heat."

She bites her lip, but I can smell how pleased she is by the idea. Her clean, floral scent grows slightly sweeter, even through the filtered air.

"You're spoiling me," she mumbles.

"Get used to it," I tell her with a grin, leading her toward the pillow section. "That's what pack is for."

The pillow display is a work of art, rows upon rows of options in every size and firmness imaginable. Jordan's eyes light up at a display of body pillows covered in the softest velvet I've ever felt.

"These are amazing," she says, running her hands over one in a deep emerald green that reminds me of Silas's eyes.

"Perfect for the outer ring of the nest," I agree. "And look, they have matching throw pillows!"

We spend the next hour testing different combinations, building little sample nests in the display beds. Jordan gradually relaxes into the experience, her initial hesitation melting away as we explore together.

"What about these?" she asks, holding up a set of firm support pillows with removable covers. "For the foundation?"

"Ooh, good thinking," I say, impressed by her instincts. "And look, the covers come in our colors!"

She laughs as I start grabbing one in each shade—purple for me, gray for her, green for Silas, brown for Knox, black for Dante, and red for Damon. Her scent blooms with excitement, and I can't resist leaning in to press my nose against her hair, breathing her in.

"Careful," she teases, but doesn't pull away. "We're going to get pheromones everywhere if you keep that up."

"Worth it," I murmur against her temple. "I'll buy out the whole store if I have to."

"You're ridiculous," she says fondly, turning in my arms to kiss me.

I melt into it, savoring the taste of her lips and the way her scent mingles with mine. My hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer as she sighs against my mouth.

"We can't leave you two alone for a minute, can we?" Dante's amused voice breaks through our bubble.

I pull back to find our alphas watching us with varying degrees of hunger and affection. Knox is shaking his head, but I catch the way his nostrils flare at our combined scents.

"Nope," I say cheerfully, keeping my arms around Jordan. "But you love us anyway."

"That we do," Silas agrees, his eyes drifting to our collection of pillows. "I see you've been busy."

"Very," I confirm. "Wait until you see what's upstairs!"

Jordan laughs as I practically bounce toward the escalator, dragging her with me. The second floor is dedicated to comfort items, everything from weighted blankets to scent diffusers and those little fairy lights I love wrapping around the nest posts.

"We need these," I declare, already reaching for a set of copper wire lights. "They'll look perfect with the new purple blanket."

"And these?" Jordan asks hesitantly, touching a display of essential oil diffusers. "For between heats?"

"Definitely," I agree. “A lavender blend is perfect for post-heat nesting."

We spend another entire hour exploring the comfort floor, adding more items to our growing collection. Jordan gets more confident in her choices, picking things that call to her omega instincts rather than just following my lead.

"Look at this," she says excitedly, holding up a beautiful macrame hanging draped in blue feathers and purple beads. "It matches everything!"

“Perfect! We can hang it over the head of the nest.”

Her smile lights up her whole face, and I have to kiss her again. She tastes like joy and belonging, and I can't believe how lucky we are to have found her.

"Seriously, you two," Knox rumbles from behind us, but I can hear the smile in his voice. "Save something for the nest or we're gonna have to leave right now. You're torturing us."

I laugh, weaving my fingers through Jordan's. "You boys will be fine," I tease, enjoying the way their eyes track us hungrily everywhere we go. We'll make it worth the wait later.

The third floor turns out to be Jordan's favorite, it's all about scent and comfort. There are special sachets designed to hold and amplify alpha scents with a scrap of clothing for when they're away, aromatherapy blends specifically formulated for omegas, and the softest robes I've ever felt.

“This one feels like a literal cloud,” Jordan says, running her fingers over a plush robe in stormy gray.

"Try it on," I encourage, already pulling one in her size off the rack. The material feels sinfully soft as I help slip it over her shoulders, and I can't help but purr.

“Okay,” she says immediately. “I need this one.”

"Perfect for cuddling," I agree, already nuzzling into her. "We'll take six," I tell Erika, who's been quietly noting down our selections. "Might as well have buttery soft alphas in the nest, too.”

That earns a laugh from Jordan hard enough that she snorts a little, and I decide that's a better award than any of the golden ones collecting dust on our shelves.

"You are not to be tasked with marketing slogans," Dante says with a wry grin. "Ever."

I roll my eyes, but I can't complain if our omega is amused.

We continue through the store and I make sure she gets everything she so much as glances at. Our pack bonds are positively humming. The alphas have been giving us space to explore, but I can feel their pleasure at seeing Jordan embrace her omega nature so fully.

“Shall we check out the top floor?" I ask, already knowing what's up there but wanting to see her reaction.

Jordan nods eagerly, and I lead her toward the final escalator. The fourth floor is my personal favorite. It's dedicated entirely to nest structure and design. Display models show different styles of nesting frames, and they have everything. Simple platforms, cave-like designs with sloping roofs, and elaborate canopy beds with built-in storage.

"Wow," Jordan breathes, taking in the options. "These are… incredible."

"And completely customizable," I tell her excitedly. "We can design exactly what we want for the new house."

We spend the next hour exploring different configurations, testing features and discussing possibilities. Jordan particularly likes a model with built-in charging stations and posts that can turn into a fully sealed box bed, upholstered with rich fabrics in every color and texture. It just isn’t big enough.

“Is there any way to get this in a bigger size?” I ask, turning to Erika as Jordan and the other alphas ooh and aah over the bed. “And how long would that take? We’ll need it soon.”

I can practically see the dollar signs in the beta's eyes as she calculates her commission. “Of course. And we can work with your schedule.”

"Perfect," I say with a grin, turning back to Jordan. "It will be ready just in time for our next heat when we move into the new house."

She gives me a smile that stops my heart, and nods. "Sounds great."

"I think we need these, too," Knox says, drawing my attention to a display of heavy faux fur throws in rich jewel tones. His woodsmoke scent wraps around me as he holds up a deep burgundy one. "For the couches when you two feel like a change of scenery."

I run my fingers over the soft material. "Perfect," I agree.

Jordan leans against my side, her scent growing sweeter by the minute. I can tell her heat is building faster now, probably triggered by all the nesting supplies surrounding us. Mine isn't far behind, since we're already starting to sync up.

"You okay?" I murmur against her hair as Knox adds the throws to our growing collection. We're collecting new supplies faster than Erika and her assistants can ferret them off to the register.

She nods, but I catch the slight tremor in her body. "Just... warm."

Silas appears at her other side. "I think we've got everything we need," he says smoothly to the attendants. "Time to get our omegas home."

"We should get food on the way," Dante suggests. I know we'll never starve during a heat with him and Knox around. "Fuel."

"Takeout," Silas says firmly, catching my eye. "Definitely takeout."

I nod gratefully, already feeling the familiar warmth building beneath my skin. Jordan presses closer, seeking comfort as her own heat builds.

"Almost everything will be delivered in the next hour," Erika tells us as we finish the paperwork. "And the custom pieces will be ready in time for your move."

"Perfect," Damon says, handling the final details while the others shepherd us toward the exit. The cool evening air hits us as we step outside, offering some relief. We really didn't do this a moment too soon.

Knox opens the car door and I help Jordan inside before climbing in after her. She immediately curls into my side, making these soft little sounds that go straight to my core. The alphas pile in around us.

"Chinese?" Damon suggests from the driver's seat as we pull away from the curb. "That place by the house does good delivery."

"Sounds good," I manage, though food is the last thing on my mind right now. Jordan shifts restlessly against me, her scent growing needier.

I slide my hand up her thigh, drawing soothing circles on her heated skin. She whimpers softly, pressing closer as my fingers drift higher under her skirt. Her panties are already damp where she's starting to slick.

"Shh," I murmur against her throat, finding her center with practiced ease. "It's okay. We're going to take care of you."

And touching her is spiking my own temperature and need. Especially with our scents mingling in the enclosed space.

She bites her lip to stay quiet as I work her higher, but I can feel her trembling against me. The others pretend not to notice what's happening in the backseat, but their scents grow heavier with arousal and I hear Dante's breath hitch from the front seat.

By the time we pull into our driveway, Jordan is practically vibrating with need. I'm not much better, my own heat ratcheting up by the minute. Silas scoops her up as soon as we're out of the SUV, while Damon supports me, and we barely make it through the front door before clothes start flying.

"Dinner's going to have to wait. Nesting room," Knox growls. "Now."

Despite our love for each other, Knox and I are usually the ones that butt heads the most. But tonight? We're in perfect agreement.

I can barely focus as we stumble toward the nesting room, my skin already burning with need. Jordan's scent fills my lungs with every breath as Knox guides us through the doorway. We might as well make use of our old nest one last time before the transformation.

"On the bed," Knox growls, voice rough with alpha hunger. "Both of you."

I don't need to be told twice. Jordan whimpers as I pull her down with me, her body trembling against mine as another wave of heat crashes through us both.

"Please," she gasps as I capture her lips in a messy, delicious kiss. Her hands clutch at my shoulders while I work her clothes off with practiced ease.

"I've got you," I murmur against her throat, trailing kisses down her heated skin. She arches beneath me as I move lower, spreading her thighs to taste where she's already wet and wanting.

The first swipe of my tongue makes us both moan. She tastes incredible—sweet and perfect and mine . My own heat builds higher with every sound she makes, every drop of slick that coats my tongue.

I grind helplessly against the pillow beneath me as I work her higher, desperate for friction. The dual sensations of pleasuring her while seeking my own relief has me seeing stars.

"Fuck, that's hot," Knox growls from behind me. His smoky scent wraps around me moments before his hands do, tugging my pants down with urgent movements.

I moan against Jordan's center as his clever fingers find me, already slick and achingly hard. The relief is immediate and intense, making me redouble my efforts between Jordan's thighs.

"That's it," he encourages as I rock between his touch and the pillow. "Take what you need while you make our girl feel good."

Jordan's fingers tangle in my hair as I circle her clit with my tongue, drawing those perfect little sounds from her throat that drive me wild. Her thighs start to tremble on either side of my head as she gets close.

Knox's other hand grips my hip, steadying me as I rock between his touch and the pillow beneath me.

"That's it," Knox growls as Jordan's fingers tighten in my hair. "Make our omega come."

I redouble my efforts, circling her clit faster as her breathing grows ragged. Her scent is rich and heady now, and I'm drowning in bliss as she starts to come apart. I work her through it gently, drinking down every drop of slick she gives me until she's trembling and oversensitive.

"Beautiful," Knox purrs, his hand still working me steadily. "Now fuck her while I take you."

I shiver at his words, my cock throbbing in his grip. Looking up, I catch the unmistakable hunger in Jordan's dark eyes despite her recent orgasm.

"Would you like that?" I ask breathlessly. "Want to watch Knox fuck me while I'm inside you?"

"Yes," she gasps, spreading her legs wider in clear invitation. Her empty pussy glistens with slick and my saliva, just begging to be filled properly. The sight of her fingers dipping into it, like she's too desperate to be fucked and claimed, is doing unfair things to my fevered brain. "Please… I need to feel you both."

I could watch her fuck herself on her fingers all day, but right now, I need to be inside her.

Knox helps guide me into position, and I slide into Jordan's welcoming heat with a groan. My cock throbs around the piercings as her tightness stimulates them, making my arousal torturously intense. She's so wet and perfect around me, her inner walls fluttering as she adjusts to my length. Her eyes roll back in her head and a shudder runs down her spine like it feels as good to her as it does to me.

I feel Knox position himself behind me, his huge hands spreading me open. He doesn't use his fingers first, but he doesn't need to. I'm already slick from what I just did to Jordan, already fucking desperate. The first push inside makes me cry out, the sensation of being filled while buried deep in Jordan nearly overwhelming.

"Fuck," I gasp as Knox bottoms out and drives me deeper into Jordan's tight warmth.

Jordan pulls me down for a desperate kiss as Knox sets a steady rhythm. Each thrust drives me even deeper while his thick length stretches me deliciously. I'm lost between them, losing track of where they end and I begin.

I hear the door open but can't focus on anything beyond the overwhelming tidal wave building inside me. Jordan's nails dig into my shoulders as Knox picks up the pace, driving into me harder.

"Well," Dante drawls from somewhere behind us. "Looks like they started without us."

"Can you blame them?" Silas asks, his voice rough with hunger. "Look how perfect they are together."

Their words send another wave of heat through me as Knox's knot starts to catch on my rim. Jordan trembles beneath me, clearly close to another peak.

"Come for us," Knox growls, reaching around to circle Jordan's clit. "Both of you."

The added stimulation pushes Jordan over the edge, her inner walls clenching around me as she comes with a cry. Her pussy is almost unbearably tight, and I have no fucking idea how she manages to take their knots. The thought combined with Knox's relentless thrusts sends me tumbling after her.

Knox's knot pops inside just as I start to come, locking us together as waves of ecstasy crash through all three of us. I collapse forward onto Jordan, trapped between them as we shake through the aftershocks.

We're still coming down from our collective high when the doorbell rings, making us all groan and growl in frustration.

"That'll be dinner," Damon sighs. "Or the nesting supplies. Come on, Dante, let's get it while these three are... indisposed."

"Fine," Dante grumbles, but I catch the amusement in his voice. "But we're getting our turns later."

"Plenty of time for that," Silas assures him as they head downstairs. "This is just the beginning."

I can't help but laugh despite still being locked together with Knox and in no hurry to pull out of Jordan anytime soon "Well," I say breathlessly, "I'd say we gave the old nest a proper sendoff."

Jordan giggles beneath me, the sound making both Knox and me growl again as it causes her to clench around my oversensitive length. "We definitely did."