Knot My Band, Part One (Knot My Band #1)

Jack

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FANS ARE WORRIED THEY’LL LOSE THE OLI HART EXPERIENCE WITH THE EDGE’S SUDDEN COMBINATION

March 30th

T he air backstage thrums with electricity, the kind that sizzles through my veins and has every hair on my body standing at attention. It’s not just the pre-show jitters or the bass vibrating the floorboards from the opening act, it’s Oli. She’s a live wire of energy, buzzing as she bounces around the room in her sexy, tight, little outfit.

It’s driving me crazy.

All of us, really.

Even Dax, who thinks he can pretend we don’t all know he’s jealous. All of us can feel how on edge he is through the bond.

I lean against the cool wall, arms crossed over my chest, unable to tear my gaze away from her.

There’s something about Oli Hart that draws me in, an obsession that’s been building ever since she burst into our lives, all spunk and laughter, with a talent that commands attention.

She’s perfect, but not just for the stage. I think she is perfect for our pack. An omega like Oli, with her vibrancy and strength, would complete us. My alpha snarls in agreement, restless under my skin, craving to claim her, protect her, make her ours. It’s not just a passing whim; it’s a deep, primal need that settles in my bones.

But we are nowhere near that. Dax needs time to warm up to her, but that doesn’t mean I have to hold back from getting her as obsessed with me as I am with her.

“Are you ready to go out there?” I ask Oli, slinging an arm around her.

“I’m nervous. Performing with you will be new,” she admits.

“We will make you look good out there, I promise.”

She nods and then leaves us to go down under the stage for her entrance. I hate being separated from her, but I know it’s part of the show. Maybe I can find a way to get myself down there with her.

We move into place, settling with our instruments with the lights off.

She is lifted onto the stage, and then the lights hit all five of us as we hit our opening notes.

The stage erupts in a frenzy of light and sound. Oli Hart is a fireball, igniting the crowd into a unified mass of adoration. She struts the stage, her rose gold waves catching the spotlight. Each strand is alive with electric vibrancy. The audience is hers from the first note that spills from her lips.

I’ve never played for a crowd like this and for the first time I realize what a big favor Oli is doing for us.

We move into one of our songs, and the crowd loses some enthusiasm, but Oli still puts her whole heart into it.

During our second to last song, one of Oli’s sexiest, she comes over to me for our move .

Oli spins around and strides right up to me, her eyes locked on mine with a fierceness that makes my cock hard. Her hand reaches out, fingers grazing my forearm before she tugs me closer, so close our noses nearly touch.

We sing the next line of the song into the microphone together.

Her lips part, hovering a hair’s breadth from mine, and I can feel her breath mingling with my own. The tension between us crackles, alive with the possibility of an almost kiss that sends the crowd into a frenzy. I can hear their whoops and hollers, but they’re distant background noise.

The single most incredible scent I have ever experienced in my whole life invades my senses.

Ripe strawberries, vanilla, cream, sugar, and graham crackers come together like the sweetest strawberry cheesecake—my mouth waters, dying for a bite of the decadent scent.

My cock is hard in a second as one thought infiltrates my mind.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Oli is my scent match. My fingers twitch, itching for the feel of her skin, while my chest vibrates with a newfound purpose.

The axis of my world shifts, putting her at the center. I would do anything for this omega. She has no idea the devotion she has just pulled from me. I’ll be a beast for her to control however she likes.

Her eyes widen before she backs away, and I miss my cue to start playing guitar again.

Dax covers for me until I start playing again as if my whole world didn’t just change.

Oli has been using scent blockers this whole time, as we all have, which means that this is the first time I’ve smelled her. It only happened because we were on stage while she was sweating and couldn’t reapply.

My mind races while we finish the concert.

I need to be near her. Touching her. Protecting her.

The urge to mark her, to mix my scent with hers until we’re indistinguishable, is almost overpowering.

The final chords of her song vibrate through the air, and she takes her bow as she’s lowered under the stage. I throw my guitar down, something I would have considered a sin before this moment, and I’m on my feet backstage before I even realize it, the applause around me a mere backdrop to the thunderous beating of my own heart.

Where is she?

I’m about to force my way under the stage to get to her, pushing past two alpha security guards, but Chase shoves my chest back.

“What the fuck, ? Why do you look feral?” Chase snaps.

I growl and shove him back, about to try again when she finally appears. She comes up the stairs from under the stage, and I’m on her immediately, without hesitation.

Olive Hart is my mate. If I thought I was going to be obsessed with her before, it has nothing on the obsession I feel after catching her scent.

And once the rest of my pack smells her? We are all fucked.