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

Oli

DIRTY BETA GOSSIP COLUMN

ARE THE REMAINING ALPHAS OF THE EDGE TO BLAME FOR MAY’S DOWNFALL?

May 7th

T winkling string lights cast a soft glow over plush pillows and cozy blankets as Chase and I step into my nest. It feels right to have him in here with me.

My heart swells, a wave of warmth rushing through me that has little to do with the heat of the room. I step closer, our bodies almost touching, the electric air between us charged.

“Thanks, Chase. For everything—for the date, including everyone, believing in my ability to handle myself and also making me feel cherished at the same time.”

His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining as if they’re meant to fit together, and his thumb strokes the back of my hand softly. “, you don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve to be treated. You make it easy to be this…sweet guy you seem to think I am.”

“Sweet is not a word I’d use for the notorious playboy drummer,” I tease, but my voice is thick with emotion. For all his past, it’s the now that matters, and he’s here, with me, making me feel more seen than ever.

“Past tense,” he corrects me gently, his smile genuine and vulnerable. “No one else has mattered to me from the moment I met you. Even before I scented you, I didn’t notice anyone else anymore. You’re everything to me.”

“Good answer,” I quip, leaning into him, my nose brushing against his.

I inhale deeply, his scent wrapping around me, comforting yet intoxicating.

He smiles, but it’s not just any smile—it’s one laced with the kind of hunger that makes my knees wobble and my heart race.

“I can smell your perfume. Do you want me, little rose?” He leans closer, his breath a warm whisper against my cheek, giving me goosebumps.

My responding increase in perfume is his answer. He groans and pulls me tight against his body. I can feel his hard bulge pushing into me.

I reach out, fingers brushing the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid wall of his chest beneath. My hand trails down, and his breath hitches ever so slightly, a sound that’s music to my ears.

“I want you, alpha,” I say, the words barely leaving my lips before Chase captures them with his own. It’s a deep and passionate kiss that envelops me. The spark of desire kindles into a raging inferno, consuming me with its heat.

My fingers trail up from his chest to his shoulders, mapping the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. He’s ripped under my touch, each ridge and plane a testament to the strength he commands when he’s on the drums. My hands roam, craving more of him .

“Omega…” His voice is a soft growl against my mouth, sending vibrations through me.

Chase pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet, and they’re smoldering.

His hands, those drummer’s hands, are gentle despite their power, caressing my sides and raising goosebumps on my skin. He grabs the bottom of my sundress and tugs it over my head, leaving me in only my bikini.

He steps back to stare at me from head to toe. “I knew this was a good purchase.”

“You got to see me in it all day.” I untie the top, letting it fall to the floor, before stripping out of my bottoms as well.

“Fuck, , you are so fucking hot it makes me feel like I can’t breathe!”

His clothes are gone in seconds before he lifts me into his arms and throws me down into my nest.

“I need to taste you,” he declares, his words feather-light as they dance across my heated skin. I arch into him, craving the pressure, the connection that only he can give.

Chase’s skin against mine is electric, every contact sparking currents that race through my body.

Chase lowers his head, and his mouth finds that tender, aching spot between my thighs. I gasp at the contact, fingers tangling in his sandy waves as he sets a perfect rhythm.

His tongue licks long swipes through my pussy, and I know I’m dripping more slick for him.

His movements are deliberate and teasing. He keeps building up to a frenzy before pulling back, drawing out the pleasure until I’m on the edge of madness.

“Please, don’t stop,” I plead, my hips rising to meet his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he elicits from my core. The world outside this nest of pillows and blankets fades away, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat pounding in time with the flick, swirl, and suck of his mouth.

Chase’s hands grip my thighs, holding me to him.

“Never, ,” he murmurs against my sensitized skin, his voice husky with raw desire.

He doubles his efforts, and I’m soaring, the sensation spiraling inside me until I’m screaming his name in pleasure.

The air is thick with the sound of our breaths, panting and heavy. Chase’s hands find my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor me in this whirlwind of sensation. I’m floating, every nerve ending alive with the fire he’s lit inside me.

“Come here,” I whisper, tugging him gently towards me. His body complies eagerly as if drawn by an unseen force. I take him in my hand, feeling the heat and strength of him before flipping us over so I’m on top.

I lower my lips to his skin, but he stops me.

“, I don’t need-”

“Shh, Chase, I want to taste you. Don’t deny me.”

He stopped me last time, but I won’t let it happen again. Chase wants to focus on me, but I need this.

My alpha gulps before nodding.

I wrap my lips around his tip, licking lightly.

His taste is intoxicating. Caramel is one of my favorite flavors and now I get to have him on tap. I explore him with my tongue, savoring every reaction—a hitched breath, a soft groan—as I take him deeper. He’s salty and sweet, a combination that’s uniquely Chase, and I can’t help but want more.

“Little rose, you’re too good at this,” he breathes out, his voice strained with desire. But his hands are gentle, cradling the back of my head, encouraging without pushing. He lets me lead, lets me set the rhythm.

I look up at him through my lashes. Our eyes meet again, and the connection between us sparks. “Use me.”

Chase hesitates a moment before he pushes up into my mouth and down my throat. I lose myself in the feel of him sliding against my tongue.

“God, yes… just like that,” he groans, and it’s music to my ears.

Chase’s grip tightens, and with a gentle yet firm pull, he eases me away from my diligent task. I let go with a pop, a string of saliva connecting me to him for a fleeting second before it snaps.

I whine at being denied the full taste of him.

His breathing is ragged, eyes hooded with lust as he flips our positions, now hovering over me. “I want to be inside you, omega. Would you want that?”

I whine, my heart hammering in my chest, and my body alight with anticipation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I assure him, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with my fingertips. His stubble grazes my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

With a reverence that belies his hunger, Chase aligns himself with me. The moment he thrusts inside, a gasp escapes my lips, not just from the stretch but from the depth of emotion that accompanies it. It’s more than physical; it’s a joining of souls.

“Chase…” I whisper, my voice breaking with the intensity of the sensation. He starts to move, his rhythm steady and loving as he rocks into me .

Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure cascading through me.

The way he looks at me, green eyes burning into mine, tells me this is different. His usual playful smirk is replaced by a look of sheer awe, as though he can’t believe I’m here under him.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groans, each word punctuated by another push into my warmth, each movement stoking the fire within me. My hands find their way to his back, nails digging into muscle and skin, urging him deeper, claiming him as much as he claims me.

I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer, to make the connection even tighter. Our bodies fit together like missing pieces, finally slotting into place.

The nest cradles us, and every blanket and pillow is strategically placed to support our union. The softness beneath contrasts with the fervent urgency of our movements.

Heat coils tight in my belly as Chase adjusts his angle, hitting spots deep inside that have me seeing stars.

He fucks me hard, thrust after thrust, slamming into me.

“Chase,” I gasp, nails scratching down his back, “Knot me—please.” The request tumbles from my lips on a wave of desire so strong it’s almost an ache.

His thrusts pick up pace, a rhythmic dance that has my body singing. I’m close, so damn close, the pressure building like a symphony reaching its crescendo. His eyes lock onto mine, green to green.

I know I will be the first person he ever knots, and a primal piece of me loves that.

“Be a good girl and come around my cock, and I will give you this knot so you can come all over it again,” he demands.

Pleasure crashes over me in waves, relentless and all- consuming. My vision blurs, white-hot bliss obliterating everything else.

My body clamps down on him, gripped by the force of my climax, and I’m lost, completely undone by the intensity of it all.

The moment Chase’s body swells and he pushes his knot into me, locking us together, a gasp tears from my throat. It’s a sensation like no other, the fullness, the completeness—it’s as if every nerve ending comes alive, sparking with electric pleasure.

“God, ,” Chase groans, his voice ragged and raw. “Feeling you… so tight around me. This is… it’s unreal.” His hips give another gentle thrust, and the pressure of his knot pushes against that perfect spot inside me, sending jolts of intense satisfaction coursing through my veins.

I arch against him, the intimate connection binding us in the most primal and profound way.

He continues to move within me, each tiny motion driving the sensations deeper.

“Never felt anything like this,” he pants, his eyes burning into mine, his gaze searing with the same fierce desire that’s consuming me. “Being knotted with you, —it’s like I’m part of you now. Fucking paradise.”

Our climax crashes over us, a storm of passion that drowns out the world. I cling to Chase, my fingers digging into the muscles of his arms, holding on to him as if he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to reality.

Our bodies shudder together, the intensity of our release amplified by the knot that has us locked in place, connected and inseparable.

We hold each other tightly, our hearts pounding in unison, our breaths coming in short, synchronized gasps. The afterglow wraps around us like a warm blanket, and at this moment, there’s no one else, nothing else, just Chase and me with the heat from his knot inside me.

My fingers trace the lines of his tattooed arms, feeling the power that lies beneath his skin.

His lips brush against my forehead, a tender gesture that speaks volumes. “, you’ve given me something incredible,” he says, his voice husky with emotion. “I never knew it could be like this.”

“Me either.” My lips find Chase’s in a languid kiss.

We lay in each other’s arms, with Chase purring for me until I start falling asleep.

Chase breaks the silence with a chuckle, low and teasing. “You know, the rest of the pack is insanely jealous,” he says, his voice laced with mischief.

My cheeks heat at the thought, a mix of bashfulness and pleasure swirling within me. “Oh yeah?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

Our laughter rings out before Chase goes back to purring for me.

“I like your purr,” I confess.

His purr stops for a second before kicking back up doubly as loud. “It’s only for you.”

I snuggle in deeper and fall asleep, surrounded by the peace Chase gives me.