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

Oli

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INSIDE SCOOP SUGGESTS OLI HART WILL BE THE EDGE’S NEW OMEGA. FACT OR FICTION?

May 19th

T he pack and I get back to the bus after a successful show in Boston. It felt like we had even more energy than usual after working on the song together before the show.

Another bouquet of flowers arrived, like they have every show and the guys made me get rid of them, as usual. The flowers seem creepy now that they arrive at every show.

Aiden’s hand finds mine, and I know he’s silently asking if I still want him in my nest with me tonight.

“Aiden and I are going to bed,” I announce, pulling him behind me into the nest.

“Just Aiden?” Chase asks with puppy dog eyes.

It’s hard to resist Chase’s charm, but I think this time should be just about Aiden.

I toss him a wink over my shoulder, feeling Aiden’s gaze on me. “Sorry, Chase, it’s just Aiden tonight.”

I open the door to my nest, and we go inside .

My shoulders relax as I take in my safe space full of soft pillows and blankets.

“Wow, ,” Aiden breathes out, his soft brown eyes taking in every detail. There’s awe in his voice.

“You can join me in here any time,” I say, and I mean it. Aiden is safety and comfort. I want all the time with him I can get.

“Really?” Aiden’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Of course. I love being with you, Aiden.”

He nods, his shyness endearing as it always is. “I love being with you too, sunshine.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” I encourage, slipping off my shoes and stepping onto the softness. Aiden follows suit. He seems even more nervous than usual.

Aiden’s fingers trace a hesitant path along the edge of a crimson blanket, his touch light. He sits down gingerly, his back straight as a board, muscles tensed with the kind of nervous energy that makes me want to reach out and smooth away the lines of worry etching his brow.

“,” Aiden starts, and there’s a tremble in his voice that doesn’t match the steady beat of the alpha aura I know pulses within him. “I’ve got to be honest with you. I’m…” He swallows hard, and those soft brown eyes of his meet mine, vulnerable and wide. “I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

My heart does a little flip, touched by his admission. My lips tilt into a reassuring smile as I scoot closer, the nest embracing us both.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I reassure.

He shakes his head quickly. “No, I want to be with you. You’re my omega, and I love you. ”

My hands are shaking as I cup his cheek. “You love me?”

“I might be quiet, but when we write together, our souls connect. I watch you every day, and you’re just so perfect, kind, optimistic, and bubbly. You’re everything I’ve dreamed of.”

I give his cheek a gentle squeeze, my voice dropping to a murmur. “I love you too, Aiden. You’re always there for me, full of safety and comfort. We will go at your pace tonight. There is no pressure.”

His relieved exhale is the sweetest chord, and I can see the tension start to melt from his shoulders.

I lean in, close enough that our noses almost brush, and whisper, “Can I kiss you?”

A small nod, almost imperceptible, but it’s all the confirmation I need.

I press my mouth to his in a whisper of a kiss, light as the brush of a feather. His lips quirk into a smile against mine, and he returns the kiss, a little firmer this time. It’s sweet and tentative. Raw and full of potential.

With a gentle nudge, I guide him to the center of my nest. The blankets are plush beneath us.

I help him settle onto the pillows, his body stretched out.

“Cozy?” I ask, fluffing a pillow behind his head. The omega in me demands I take care of my alpha.

“Very,” he says, his voice a low hum that vibrates through the room. Aiden looks up at me with a trust that feels more exhilarating than any crowd’s adoration.

“Perfect.” I straddle his hips and flash him a grin that’s all promise.

His cheeks flush with a bashful rose, but his eyes remain locked on mine, full of wonder and a smoldering anticipation that tells me he’s exactly where he wants to be.

I reach for the hem of his shirt, fingertips grazing the skin just above his waistband. Aiden’s breath hitches, and I watch with delight as a shiver runs down his spine. He obediently lifts his arms, allowing me to peel the fabric over his head.

“Your turn,” he whispers, voice laced with a nervous excitement that sends a thrill through my veins.

I stand, and Aiden unzips my dress. His gaze follows every movement, dark eyes drinking me in as though he’s parched and I’m the only oasis in sight.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

Back on my knees, I help him with his jeans, our fingers tangling briefly before the denim slips away. We’re both exposed now, our breaths mixing in the space between us.

“Can I?” Aiden asks, a tentative hand reaching out towards me.

“Please,” I encourage, leaning into his touch.

His hands are cautious but curious, tracing the contours of my shoulders before venturing down the expanse of my back. I feel his alpha instincts kicking in, the protective and nurturing nature that contradicts his usual reticence. He’s mapping me out, memorizing each curve and valley.

My own hands aren’t idle. I roam across his chest, muscles firm from years behind a keyboard, yet trembling under my fingertips.

I kiss down his chest, grinning against his skin.

The air is thick with the scent of cookies right out of the oven. It’s a rich, sweet fragrance of melting chocolate chips combined with golden-brown cookie dough’s buttery, vanilla aroma.

Aiden’s breath hitches, and his hands find their way into my hair, threading through the rose-gold waves. His touch is electric, sparking a symphony of desire that echoes through my core.

I trail lower, lavishing attention to every inch of his exposed skin, worshiping him with my mouth and hands until I reach his straining cock.

His cock is huge and perfect, a reflection of his size. I’m grateful I’m an omega built to handle it.

“Fuck,” he groans as I take him in my mouth, the word torn from some primal part of him. Hearing the raw pleasure I can draw from him is a victory. I set a rhythm, slow and steady, savoring the taste of him—sweet and uniquely Aiden.

“… I—” His words dissolve into a moan, and his hips lift ever so slightly, seeking more of the sensation I provide.

“Good?” I tease, glancing up at him through my lashes, my voice thick with flirtation.

“Better than good,” he manages, the worry lines finally smoothing from his brow.

With each movement of my tongue, each careful suck, I feel him unraveling.

I pull back, breathless from the heat of Aiden’s skin under my lips, and I catch the shift in his gaze. It’s like he’s stepping out from the shadows of a stage, into the spotlight, ready to own it. There’s a new certainty in the way he looks at me, the soft brown of his eyes darkening with something more intense, more alpha.

“Let me,” he whispers, his voice husky and hands suddenly sure as they trace the curve of my waist. The sensation of his fingertips against my skin makes me slicker, and I nod, granting him silent permission.

Aiden moves us, so he’s positioned over me. He runs the head of his cock against my opening while staring into my eyes.

“Please fuck me, Aiden. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Aiden enters me slowly and with reverence until his hips meet mine.

The world narrows down to this moment: the connection that binds us, heart to heart, body to body. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him deeper, and he responds with a growl that vibrates against my skin. His fingers intertwine with mine.

I meet his every move, lost in the sensation of him inside me.

“You’re strangling my cock. It feels so perfect. You are so perfect, .”

Aiden grabs my hair, tipping my head back and kissing me. His tongue dips into my mouth before he sucks on my bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth.

I can’t resist returning the favor and biting him until I leave a small indent. I’m feeling possessive of my shy alpha.

Aiden’s rhythm becomes more insistent, and I rise to meet him, our bodies moving as one.

His cock is hitting my G-spot with every thrust like it was made perfectly to fit my body. Aiden’s hands grip the headboard of my bed as if his life depends on it, his biceps flexing with each powerful thrust. It feels like I will come apart at the seams, but I don’t want this to end. He drives into me harder, deeper, and I feel my walls clench around his thick shaft.

“Fuck, Aiden,” I purr, my own hands gripping his firm bottom, urging him on. “You feel incredible!”

Our eyes lock, and we both know we’re teetering on the edge together. With one final, earth-shattering thrust, Aiden growls out his release, emptying himself deep inside me as I come undone beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, cascading through every fiber of my being.

He didn’t knot me, but we can work up to that. This is only his first time.

Aiden nuzzles into my neck, scent marking me and taking a deep inhale of my perfume.

He rocks up into me again.

“You’re still hard for me,” I say.

A slow grin creeps across Aiden’s lips; I know he’s up for round two. “How could I not be?”

I roll him over, so now I’m on top.

Round two begins with me sinking down onto him and setting the tempo by rocking my hips back and forth while Aiden’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

He moans while gripping my hips tightly.

I playfully bite his bottom lip; our eyes lock in an intimate gaze filled with desire. “Who’s in control now?” I tease as Aiden responds with a low growl before flipping us over again and pinning me to the mattress.

“I’m still an alpha, sunshine,” he growls before driving into me with renewed vigor. “You shouldn’t forget that.”

Soon enough, the room is filled with moans and grunts as we lose ourselves in each other once more.

As Aiden’s climax draws near, he growls out passionately: “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine.”

With one final thrust, we both reach our peak together, shuddering in unison as our scents mingle.

Exhausted yet content, Aiden collapses on top of my chest, heaving: “I love you, Hart. ”

“I love you too, Aiden Adams,” I murmur softly, running fingers through his hair.

I brush a damp strand of hair from Aiden’s forehead, my heart still beating fast.

“Wow,” he murmurs, the word barely a sound, yet it fills the room with its magnitude. I can’t help but grin, my lips finding his in a tender, languid kiss that tastes like triumph and something sweeter.

“Did I do okay?” Aiden’s voice is shy, a contrast to the confident alpha who just unraveled me layer by layer. I press my nose to his, our foreheads touching as I share his air, his space.

“More than okay,” I whisper back, trailing kisses along his jawline. “You were amazing.” My voice is husky, dripping with truth and the raw edge of emotion that’s still bubbling within me.

We’re a tangle of limbs, skin sticking slightly, but it’s a sweet kind of closeness that speaks of shared secrets and unspoken promises.

“Next time, we can try knotting,” I say with a smile.

He moans softly. “I can’t wait.”

We lie there, side by side, my head on his shoulder while his fingers lazily draw patterns along my back.

“,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. “This… with you… it’s everything.”

I tilt my head up, catching the sincerity painted across his features. “It’s just the beginning,” I promise him, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you… for being so patient. For making this feel right.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I was nervous, but you… you made it perfect. ”

I press my lips against his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat against my mouth. “Aiden, there’s no need to thank me. Being with you, here, now, it’s exactly where I want to be.” My fingers dance across the planes of his chest, mapping out the contours of his muscles, memorizing the feel of him.

“Still, I’m grateful,” he insists, lifting a hand to cradle my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You’re incredible, ve Hart.”

As Aiden’s breaths deepen into sleep, I let my eyes drift closed, the weight of his arm around me anchoring me to this moment, to him.