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

Oli

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ALL-GIRL BAND, THE STORM, GAINING MORE SUCCESS AFTER JOINING OLI HART ON TOUR. DOES EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHES TURN TO GOLD?

April 26th

W e are backstage while The Storm does their opening and I’m not sure how to feel about my heat spike earlier today.

The girls are killing it, and the crowd is going wild.

“Are you feeling okay?” Chase asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

His hair brushes against my cheeks as I nod. “It was just a random spike. I hope no one was mad at the delay.”

“No one is mad at you,” Dax grumbles, but his words don’t match the warmth in his gaze as he looks at me.

Aiden’s soft brown eyes meet mine, and their depths have a comforting steadiness. “It’s just life. We’ve got your back, .”

“Is your heat coming soon?” Jack asks.

“Not until the end of the US leg.” My words are airy, trying to keep the mood light despite the weighted glances exchanged among the pack.

We haven’t talked about what will happen when my heat is here.

“I’ve heard that finding your scent match can bring a heat on early,” Aiden says softly.

My eyes widen, and my stomach clenches. “Really?”

They’re all staring at me except Dax.

I shake my head. “I’ll make a doctor’s appointment in the next city for some suppressants.”

I can’t tell, but I think they might look disappointed.

“You’re on,” a beta woman leans in to tell us.

Chase kisses me on the cheek, Aiden hugs my side, and Jack presses a kiss on my lips before they all run out.

I make my way under and get lifted up.

The stage is a living, breathing creature under the soles of my boots.

“Are you ready, Austin?” I shout into the mic, my voice riding the crest of the crowd’s roar.

The songs fly by as we play our set.

The stage erupts in a cascade of lights and the sound of guitars as we launch into the next song, the beat a heart-thumping pulse that commands every pair of feet to stomp along.

I move over to Jack and run my fingers through his hair.

Jack’s close, so damn close that his heat seeps into my skin. His fingers dance over the strings of his guitar with sinful dexterity. We’re side by side, moving in a synchrony that feels so natural.

His blue eyes have a wicked glint, never missing a beat. His presence is a live wire against my side, igniting sparks that shouldn’t be allowed on stage .

I perfume right there on stage and I can see Jack’s nostrils flare. His pupils dilate.

When it comes time for me to move away from him, he follows me, sticking to my side for the remaining two songs.

He even follows me to my mark and goes under the stage with me. It’s cramped, but he still manages to sweep me up into his arms, growling at anyone who gets in his way.

“What-” I don’t hear the rest of Riley’s question as I’m carried up the stairs.

The crowd’s roar still echoes in my ears as Jack uses long strides to get us into the dressing room.

There’s a decisive click as the door closes behind us.

He has me pressed against the cool door of the dressing room in seconds, his chest heaving against mine.

Jack grins, the playful twinkle in his eyes setting off sparks inside me. The dimly lit room feels like our own secret hideaway.

Jack’s grip on my hips is dominating, his fingers branding heat into my skin through the thin fabric of my stage outfit.

His eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, and I can’t look away.

“You are so sexy on that stage, omega,” he breathes out, the name a caress that makes slick flood my panties.

His lips crash against mine, a collision of desire and need that obliterates every thought.

We kiss like we’re trying to consume each other, our tongues sliding together. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart against my palm, as rapid and fierce as my own.

“God, , you taste like the ripest strawberries covered in cream,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with passion.

“I’m addicted to the taste of coffee because of you,” I gasp, lost in the sensation of his mouth moving with mine.

The world outside this room fades into insignificance.

Jack’s hands travel down my sides. In one smooth motion, he moves us.

I’m suddenly perched on the edge of the dressing room counter. The cool surface is a shock against my heated skin.

“Now I can feel the rest of this delicious body,” he teases, his breath hot against my ear.

I yank him closer because distance is the last thing I need right now. His lips are on my neck, tracing a path that sears through my veins.

“Jack,” I whisper, my voice hitching as he paints my skin with his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” His words vibrate against my throat, and I can’t help the shudder that ripples through me.

I tilt my head to offer him more skin to worship and show him my vulnerable neck.

“That’s a good girl,” Jack praises.

I perfume for him.

He smirks against my skin, and I can feel the rumble of his chuckle as he continues his exploration. “You like that, huh?” His breath is hot against my collarbone.

“More than you know,” I manage to reply, my fingers tangling in his short, messy locks, pulling him closer.

His hands are on the move again, skimming down my ribcage, leaving tingles dancing across my skin.

“Your body’s a masterpiece, you know that?” he says, fingers tracing the contour of my hips with a reverence that makes my heart race. “Every curve, every line… ”

“Then show me,” I challenge, the words coming out breathless.

Jack’s lips curve into a grin that’s all devilish promise and heated anticipation.

“Patience, baby girl,” he teases, but his hands are anything but patient as they tug at the hem of my top. I lift my arms, letting him strip the fabric from my body, feeling every inch of exposed skin humming under the dressing room’s dim lights. My fingers fumble with the buckle of his belt, the metal clinking.

Jack’s jersey joins the growing pile on the floor, and for a moment, I’m distracted by the expanse of his tattooed chest, muscles flexing beneath the ink.

But he doesn’t let me admire him for long; he captures my chin gently, guiding my gaze back to his piercing blue eyes. There’s a silent command there, a call to which my omega instincts respond with a shiver of anticipation.

He leans in, and his scent—coffee and buttery pastries—envelopes me, marking me in the most primal way.

“Mine,” he growls against the shell of my ear.

His mouth trails a path of heat and promise down my neck, nipping and licking in a way that has me gasping for more.

He pushes my leather skirt up so it’s over my hips and out of the way.

Jack grips my panties in his fist before tugging. They rip, and he pulls them off, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, omega.”

He steps between my legs, bringing his cock to my entrance and rubbing the tip against me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl? Is that why you perfumed for me on the stage?”

“Yes, Jack. Please!” I groan, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do I need a condom?” He sounds outraged at the idea of anything coming between us.

“No, I get the shot!”

And then, there’s a new sensation—one that’s both familiar and thrillingly different. The cool metal of his piercings grazes my entrance, teasing me mercilessly before he begins to push inside.

“You’re pierced?” I ask.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, you’ll love them,” he says, smirking.

One by one, I feel them enter me, each a distinct point of pleasure that makes me bite my lip to stifle my cries.

“One…” Jack counts each piercing under his breath, his eyes locked on mine. “Two… Three…” Each number is punctuated by a deeper thrust, a perfect rhythm that sends waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

“Six…” With the final piercing entering me, I’m undone, lost in the exquisite pressure and fullness. Jack holds himself there for a moment, watching my face.

The rhythm Jack sets is relentless, a pulsing beat that matches the pounding of my heart. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the stiff muscles as he moves within me.

“Jack… please,” I pant, my voice breaking with a moan as he drives deeper. His piercings add an edge of delicious friction that almost overwhelms me.

His eyes never leave mine, holding me captive.

“You’re going to come for me like a good girl,” he whispers, his voice laced with a husky dominance that hits me straight in the core .

My body reacts, coming around his cock and sending pleasure through every part of my body, but he doesn’t stop there. Jack fucks me through my orgasm while I hold onto his shoulders for dear life.

“You’re so good, baby girl. You feel perfect while you milk my cock,” he groans, his praise vibrating through me. He leans down close to my ear. “You want more, don’t you? Want my knot?”

“Please,” I beg, the word torn from me by another stroke that leaves me gasping. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for the completion only he can give.

“Can’t knot you here, baby girl.” His tone is playful but firm

“Jack, I need it,” I whine, desperation coloring my plea. The thought of him swelling inside me, locking us together, is all I can focus on.

He chuckles a low sound that makes my limbs tingle. “You’re insatiable.” His hands grip my hips, and I feel him swell slightly at my begging, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come. But he holds back, keeping control even as I lose mine.

“I can’t resist you when you beg like that,” he admits, his voice thick with lust. “But not here, . Not now.”

I know we’re in a dressing room, that there’s a world waiting outside the door, but none of it matters. All that exists is Jack, his body, his scent, the overwhelming pleasure he gives me.

“Please, alpha, I want your knot so bad,” I beg.

It’s too much, too intense; we’re both too far gone. With a growl that vibrates through me, he surges forward, and I feel the thick swell of his knot at my entrance.

“Jack—yes!” It’s all I manage before his knot pushes past, filling me in a way that’s indescribable. There’s a stretch, a slight burn that fades into pure, unadulterated bliss. The sensation of him locked inside me is primal, overwhelming. It triggers something deep within, a satisfaction that’s almost spiritual. My inner walls pulse around him, eager, gripping him tight as if they never want to let go.

I can feel his cum filling me as he comes deep inside me.

“Look at you, taking my knot like you were made for it,” Jack pants. His blue eyes are dark with desire, locking onto mine with an intensity that sends another wave of need crashing through me.

“Only for you,” I manage to gasp out, pride swelling in my chest at the raw need in his gaze.

He rocks into me then, slow and deliberate. His knot stretches me deliciously, hitting places deep inside that have my toes curling.

“Give me one more,” he demands, picking up the pace.

The pressure builds again, coiling tighter in my belly.

“Alpha!” I cry out as my body clenches around his knot, ecstasy exploding within me. The pleasure is sharp, all-consuming, radiating from where we’re joined and spiraling outward until every part of me is alight with the fire he’s kindled.

The world outside this dressing room might as well not exist. It’s just us.

Jack eases us back with a gentleness that contradicts the wild intensity of moments ago, settling into the nearest chair with me still impaled on his knot. My laughter bubbles up, light and carefree despite the heavy breaths that still escape my lips.

“I guess we are stuck here,” I quip, wiggling my hips just enough to remind us both that we’re intimately locked together .

“You’re right about that,” he retorts, a grin tugging at his mouth as his arms wrap around me, holding me close. The heat from his body envelops me.

“Trapped in a dressing room… There are worse places to be.” My fingers trace his jawline, feeling the slight stubble there. The chair creaks under our combined weight.

“This is why I wasn’t going to knot you here. But damn if you don’t make it impossible to resist,” Jack’s voice drops, a husky note of mock seriousness coloring his words.

I tilt my head, meeting his gaze. “Impossible to resist?” I repeat, feigning innocence. “Am I that irresistible?”

“Absolutely,” he affirms, and the truth of it resonates between us.

His scent wraps around me, that alpha fragrance mingled with the sweat from our performance. It’s intoxicating.

Jack’s hand slides along my thigh, fingers dancing over flushed skin.

“I like being stuck here with you,” I tease, leaning in to nip at his earlobe.

“Best place to be, if you ask me,” he counters, capturing my lips with his own for a soft, lingering kiss.

Our breathing synchronizes, a gentle ebb and flow that lulls me into a state of contentment.

Suddenly, the handle jiggles, and the door swings open before I can even think about yelling out. Chase stands there, his sandy brown hair tousled and those green eyes dancing with mischief.

“Ah, hell,” he chuckles, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leans against the doorframe. “Of all the places to get knotted, you choose here?”

Jack’s growl rumbles beneath me, protectiveness flaring as he pulls me closer—if that’s even possible. His blue eyes flash a warning, but the ridiculousness of our situation undermines it.

“Get out, Chase,” Jack grunts, though his mouth twitches in reluctant amusement.

“Easy, big guy.” Chase raises his hands in mock surrender, but his grin widens. “I was just checking on you two. We have a meet and greet, you know?”

“Well, they will have to wait,” I fire back, refusing to be embarrassed. My laughter blends with Jack’s, the sound filling the room.

“I’ll let you two enjoy this and guard the door?” Chase asks.

“Damn straight,” Jack says, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Chase gives us a final smirk before pulling the door closed behind him, leaving us once again in our little cocoon. Jack’s lips brush the top of my head.

I wiggle slightly, still feeling the warmth of Jack’s body enveloping me. “Guess the fans at the meet and greet will just have to be patient,” I tease, winking up at him.

Jack chuckles a low, sexy sound that vibrates through his chest to mine. “They’ll wait.”

The pressure eases, signaling that his knot has gone down. We both sigh, a mix of relief and the slightest hint of disappointment mingling between us.

“Looks like our time together is over,” Jack murmurs, helping me slide off his lap. The cool air brushes against my skin, making me shiver after the heat of our connection.

“Back to reality, huh?” I straighten my clothes, and my movements are sluggish, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Unfortunately. ”

“Ready to face the masses?” I ask, nudging him towards the door.

“Only if you’re by my side,” he replies, taking my hand in his.

“Always.” I squeeze his hand back, feeling an electric jolt that has nothing to do with our earlier activities.

We open the door to find Chase leaning casually against the wall, drumsticks tapping an impatient rhythm against his thigh.

“Finally,” he drawls, pushing off the wall. “Thought I was going to have to strangle a guy who lingered too long across the hall.”

“Won’t be the last time,” Jack adds, his free hand finding its way to the small of my back, protective even now.

“No. It won’t,” Chase growls, causing more slick to flood my panties.

I’m going to need to use descenter before this meet and greet.