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

Chase

DIRTY BETA GOSSIP COLUMN

SHOULD ALPHAS BE PERFORMING WITH AN OMEGA? WE DON’T THINK SO

April 26th

J ack, Dax, and Aiden leave, but Oli is still hiding in her nest.

My alpha is pushing me, trying to get me to act on something, but I don’t know what it is.

The door to Oli’s nest creaks open, and she sticks her head out. “?”

I rush from the edge of the bunk I’m sitting on and over to her. “I’m right here.”

Her perfume surrounds me like a perfect, seductive cloud. I’m instantly hard and have to bite back a growl. It’s strawberries and sugar.

She’s wet and needy for me.

“Everything okay?” I ask, my voice rough with concern as she fidgets beside me, her smile faltering just a bit.

She nods, but there’s a tension in her shoulders now, a restlessness in her movements. She presses a hand to her abdomen with a slight grimace. “I need you, .”

“Are you going into heat, Oli?” I murmur, putting the pieces together. The signs are all there—the flush on her cheeks, the heat emanating from her skin, the scent of her becoming richer, more potent.

It can’t be full-blown heat; the scent isn’t quite right.

Oli bites her lip, and there’s an urgency in her gaze that I can’t ignore. My alpha instincts claw at the surface, demanding to soothe, protect… and claim. It’s a primal response, one that’s been steadily growing since the day I met her.

Our eyes lock, and I swear the air gets thicker. Her eyes lose some clarity.

“Knot. Now,” her voice is laced with a need that makes my cock jump.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I assure her, my own voice thick with desire. I pull her close, her head resting against my chest, and I’m acutely aware of every point where our bodies connect. Her scent wraps around me, intoxicating and undeniable, and I fight to keep my composure.

“Let’s get you comfortable, yeah?” I suggest, though my mind is racing with thoughts of how this will evolve, how I can ease her discomfort, and how much I want to lose myself in her. But for now, I focus on her needs and the trust she’s placed in me, and I know without a doubt that I’d do anything for Oli.

Oli’s fingers dig into my arm, her grip tight enough to sting. Her breaths come in short bursts, and she leans into me, desperation clear in the tilt of her head, the plea in her green eyes.

“Alpha, please,” she gasps out, the words quivering between us. “I need you, now. I can’t… it hurts.”

The raw need in her voice slices through me. My heart hammers against my ribs, and every instinct screams to take away her pain.

“Okay, omega,” I whisper, coaxing her towards the plush mattress of her nest. I’m all too aware of the way her body trembles against mine, the slick heat of her skin, the intoxicating scent clouding my senses.

Her rose gold hair fans out around her, a stark contrast to the dark fabric. I hover above her, my hands poised at her waist.

My hands slip lower, finding the waistband of her leggings, and I ease them down slowly. Her breath catches as I expose her, my gaze drinking in every inch of her. She’s stunning, captivating, and so damn vulnerable that it clenches something deep inside me.

I need to ease her symptoms with an orgasm.

Gently, I part her thighs, my breath hitching at the sight of her, glistening and ready. The heat coming off her is intense, beckoning me closer, and I can’t resist the call. My fingers glide over her sensitive folds, exploring, coaxing, and drawing out moans from her lips.

It calls to something primal within me, stirring the protective alpha instincts that have lain dormant until she sparked them to life.

“Yes!” she arches up to meet my touch, her hands gripping the cushions.

“Beautiful,” I breathe out, completely entranced. Every swipe, every circling motion is met with a gasp, a moan, a plea for more. I commit every sound, every reaction to memory, wanting to be the one who always brings her this relief.

“More, please, more,” she begs, her hips rolling in rhythm to my ministrations.

“I will take care of you little rose. You’ll come on my fingers, I promise,” I assure her, my movements becoming more deliberate, more focused. I’m lost in the giving, in the sheer pleasure of watching her unravel under my touch.

Her body tenses, a crescendo building, and I double my efforts, determined to chase away the ache. She comes around my fingers with a loud moan.

The echoes of Oli’s pleasure fade into soft, contented breaths as she blinks up at me with clear eyes.

I’m worried she’s going to hate me, but she gives me a relieved smile. “I think it was just a spike. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anything for you,” I tell her honestly.

“…” Her voice is a husky whisper laced with gratitude and a new kind of heat. “Let me… I want to make you feel good, too.”

I chuckle softly, shaking my head as I brush a stray bang from her sweat-glistened forehead. The urge to let her touch me roars within, but tonight isn’t about reciprocation. This is about Oli and only Oli.

“Shh, little rose,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her lower lip. “This is all about you.”

Her protest is a pout that makes me want to cave, but I want my time with Oli to be different than any other interaction I’ve had.

“, please,” she persists, a playful challenge sparkling in those captivating eyes. It’s a look that says she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Olive Hart,” I begin, using my hands to gently pin hers above her head, showing her I mean business without saying a word. My voice drops an octave as I lean in close enough for her to feel my resolve. “You’re going to lie back, relax, and let me make you come. Understand? ”

A shiver runs through her, and I can smell the mix of desire and defiance bubbling beneath the surface. But she nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, conceding to my command.

“Good girl,” I whisper, the praise slipping out naturally as if it’s been waiting just for her. There’s a shift in the air, a crackling tension that hums along my skin, and I know she feels it, too. Because when it comes to Oli, everything’s electric.

I move slowly, intentionally, my hands tracing the lines of Oli’s body. My fingers dance down her trembling thighs, coaxing them apart.

I lower myself, letting my breath ghost over her skin.

I take my time, savoring her strawberry scent that calls to the deepest parts of me. Now that I’ve taken the edge off her heat spike, I can enjoy myself. I’m making this about more than easing her. I’m showing my omega how badly I want her.

The moment my tongue meets her, the world narrows down to this single point of contact. I explore her slowly, reverently, drawing out each whimper and gasp. The taste of her is strawberry cheesecake, and I’m greedy for more, addicted to the sweetness.

Fuck she’s perfect.

Her fingers find their way into my hair, holding on, guiding me to the rhythm that she needs.

“Yes, use me, little rose. I’m all yours,” I tell her, words muffled against her skin.

Her response is immediate. She arches into me, her movements becoming more urgent. I’m lost in the taste of her.

I take notes of all the spots that draw moans from her lips for the future because I’ll be down here every day if I get my way.

I feel her body tremble beneath my ministrations. I don’t let up, though; I can’t.

I crave these sounds from her.

My mouth moves with purpose, tongue swirling and flicking at the bundle of nerves that has her hips bucking into my face. I anchor her down with strong hands, my thumbs caressing as I feast with relentless passion.

Her bright green eyes are wide, glazed with pleasure, locked onto mine, and I can’t look away.

I add my fingers to the mix, coaxing that spot in her that makes her go crazy. Oli comes with a scream, and I drink up her release until there’s nothing left.

I hold her close, shifting my position so I can wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her body tight against mine.

My lips find the soft skin of her neck, whispering words of praise.

“Beautiful Oli, you’re incredible,” I murmur, each word punctuated by a kiss on her flushed skin. “You mean so much to me.” My voice is rough with emotion, the words spilling forth unbidden but with all the certainty of truth.

I can feel every breath she takes, every sigh that escapes her lips.

“Wow…” Oli murmurs, her voice laced with wonder and exhaustion. Her fingers lazily trace patterns on my bare chest, sending little jolts of pleasure through me.

As the silence stretches, comfortable yet charged, I find myself grappling with a confession that claws at the edges of my mind. My gaze is locked on the ceiling, but I’m seeing past it, wrestling with a vulnerability I’ve never allowed myself to feel before .

“Can I tell you something?” My voice cracks slightly.

“Of course.” She lifts her head, green eyes meeting mine.

I take a deep breath, her scent still surrounding me, emboldening me. “I’ve never… knotted someone before.”

“Really?” There’s no judgment in her tone, just genuine curiosity and something that might be tenderness.

“Yeah.” I let out a shaky laugh, tracing a finger down her arm. “You’re the first person I’ve ever trusted enough to even think about it. With you, everything feels different… real.”

She smiles, that radiant, sunshine grin that could outshine the stage lights we perform under. “, that means more to me than you know.” Oli shifts, propping herself up on one elbow as she leans closer, her hair cascading around us like a curtain. “I want that first with you.”

“Then we will have it when you are ready,” I say, closing the distance between us with a slow, deliberate kiss that seals my silent promise.

“We are crazy late to sound check, so we should go,” she says reluctantly.

A laugh escapes me, light and free, as I help her stand. We’re a mess of tangled limbs and shared warmth.

Oli stretches like a cat, and I can’t look away. She’s mesmerizing.

We wash off our scents before leaving the bus.

I lead Oli through the throng of backstage chaos, my hand firm on her lower back. The air is thick with descenter.

“You better grab something to eat since we were distracted,” I tease, nudging her toward the craft services table laden with an assortment of treats. The twinkle in her green eyes tells me she’s up to something, probably plotting only to grab a cookie.

Jack would have a fit, but I can’t deny her .

Oli grins, reaching for a bottle of water.

“You need food, too.” I make a plate for her with a sandwich and some vegetables.

“Soundcheck first,” Oli pulls me along to the edge of the stage where everyone is on stage.

“I can hold the food,” that stage hand who brought Oli a coffee earlier says from the edges.

He saunters over, all casual confidence, holding his hand out. A low growl starts up in the back of my throat as I glare at the hand.

“That’s so nice, Tommy,” Oli says with her usual kindness.

I wrap an arm around Oli and scent mark the top of her head. “We are all set.”

“Alright.” Tommy winks and finally backs off.

My jaw tightens as I watch him go. The urge to mark my territory is almost overwhelming.

“?” Oli’s gentle touch brings me back, her fingers curling around mine. “You’re growling. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I lie, forcing a smile. “Just… let’s get out there, yeah?”

We push our way onto the stage, and I go right to the drums and her to the microphone.

Jack and Aiden push away from their instruments to check on Oli, but Dax comes to me.

“What happened?” he asks.

I stare at him, trying to decide how much to share, but at the end of the day, he is part of this pack, and he’s been nice to her lately.

“She had a heat spike,” I explain.

His eyes widen before he looks over at her. “Is her heat coming? ”

“I don’t know.”

Oli hugs Jack and Aiden before sending them back, and Dax goes, too.

“Okay! Time for this sound check! Sorry, we are so late!” Oli announces, and we get right to it.