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

Jack

OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN

WHAT HAPPENED ON STAGE? WHY WAS OLI HART CARRIED OFF BY JACK HANSLEY? IS OLI HART OKAY?

May 23rd

T he door to the heat suite swings open with a beep of my key.

“We are here, Oli,” I say softly to the omega bundled up in Chase’s arms. He’s purring for her. It was the only thing to calm her down on the car ride over.

She’s absolutely mindless and lost to her heat, but she’s perfect.

Her head pops up, and she looks around, but it doesn’t feel like her eyes are seeing anything.

“It’s a nest for you, sunshine,” Aiden says, rubbing her back.

The room is designed for comfort—plush pillows, soft blankets, everything to make a nesting omega feel at ease.

With a burst of energy that belies her petite frame, she darts past us, a blur of movement and need. She’s a comet streaking toward the nest of blankets piled in the center of the suite, her instincts in overdrive.

“Oli, wait—” I start, but it’s useless. She’s already diving into the softness, burrowing into the fabrics, surrounding herself with textures and scents that soothe the raging storm inside her.

“Let her be, ,” Chase says quietly, his hand landing on my shoulder. “She knows what she needs.”

I nod, knowing he’s right. We’re here to support, to be present, to give her what she craves when the time comes.

“It’s hard to wait here,” I quip, trying to keep the mood light despite the tension coiling in my gut. Alphas have to wait for their omega to invite them into the nest, even a temporary one like this.

She deserves a permanent nest, and we will have to provide it to her as her alphas for next time.

My gaze flicks to Dax leaning against the hallway wall. His hazel eyes are stormy, and his inner turmoil puts a twist in my stomach.

He sees me looking and says, “I’m not going in with you three.”

“Man, you can’t seriously be thinking of sitting this one out,” I say, striding over to him, my voice low and edged. “Oli needs all her alphas, and that includes your grumpy ass.”

Dax shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, the tension in his jaw telling me he’s fighting a battle. “She doesn’t need me there or want me. I’ll handle things out here.”

“Like what?” I jab, hoping to provoke him out of this funk. It falls flat when he looks up, his eyes haunted.

“Logistics,” he snaps. “Someone’s gotta fix the tour while you all…” He trails off, but the implication hangs heavy between us.

“Oli wouldn’t want you out here on your own,” Aiden interjects, moving to stand beside me. His soft-spoken nature does nothing to hide the steel underneath.

“Exactly,” Chase chimes in, clapping a hand on Dax’s shoulder.

But Dax’s gaze is distant, locked on some invisible horizon only he can see. “No,” he says finally, the word a quiet thunderclap in the charged air. “I haven’t earned the right to be with her during her heat.”

I pause at that, hearing the unsaid part. “But you want to be?”

He looks the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him as he glances past us and into the suite. “I’ve fucked everything up, and I deserve to be left out. But I’m going to try and fix things going forward.”

Aiden and I exchange a look, a silent conversation. This isn’t just stubbornness; it’s a raw wound for Dax, one we don’t have the luxury of time to heal.

“Fine,” I relent with a sigh.

“If this is only a mini heat, we might be able to make the next show by flight, so I’ll work on that and bring you all food at some point, too. Take good care of her,” Dax says.

“Thanks, brother,” Chase wraps an arm around Dax’s shoulders. “It’s only a mini heat. You have time before the real one.”

“Go,” is all Dax says, a dismissal that carries weight.

As we turn around and toward the nest, I can’t shake the pit in my gut that comes with going forward without my pack mate, but this needs to be about my omega, and Dax has fucked things up with her.

My omega needs me. That’s where my focus will be.

She’s a whirlwind of rose gold hair and frenzied movements as she tears through sheets and pillows, building her nest with an urgency that tugs at something deep within me.

Her scent is burning with stress, and it’s time to step in.

“,” Aiden mutters from beside me, his voice rough with concern. “We’ve got to do something.”

“Already on it,” I say, but my feet move of their own accord as I move to the edge of the threshold.

“Omega,” I call out softly, not wanting to startle her in her fevered state.

She spins at the sound of my voice, her eyes wild and searching. They land on me, and for a moment, there’s recognition—then they cloud over again with the haze of her heat.

“Alpha…” Her voice is a plea, laced with desperation and a need so raw it sends shockwaves through me.

“Hey, beautiful,” I whisper, “Can we come in?”

She nods, and I close the gap between us without thought.

My hands find her waist, grounding her as much as they ground me. Then I’m leaning in, pressing my lips to hers in a kiss that’s meant to reassure, to comfort. But the pull is too strong, the connection between alpha and omega blazing to life instantly.

Her body responds with a fervor that sets my blood on fire, her arms winding around my neck as she molds herself against me.

Aiden and Chase join us, surrounding Oli as the door shuts with a click. And then she’s pulling back and looking around at us, her lips swollen from our kiss.

“Where is he? My last alpha?” she asks, her voice shaky but insistent.

“Let’s not think about him right now,” I say, mustering a grin that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. It’s Dax she’s asking for, Dax whose presence lingers in the space between us like a ghost. But he’s not here, and I have to fill that void for her.

“Focus on me, omega.” I tilt her chin up, forcing her gaze to lock with mine. “I’m here for you. We all are.”

I feel her relax slightly, her breath steadying as she allows herself to lean into me.

“Shh… let’s take care of you, okay?” I say, my heart thudding against my ribs as I prepare to give her everything she needs.

Between the three of us, we have her naked in seconds.

I slide to the floor before Oli, her scent a siren’s call I can’t resist. Her thighs part for me. My hands glide up the smooth expanse of her legs, thumbs brushing the tender skin on the inside of her knees as she shivers in anticipation.

“Please, alpha,” she begs, her voice thick with need. “I need your knot.”

“Patience, omega,” I murmur against her heated skin, lips trailing a path higher until I’m breathing her in. I don’t tease her, knowing how desperate her heat has made her.

My tongue darts out, tasting her sweet, creamy arousal in one long, languid stroke. Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.

“I’ll make you come, baby girl. Don’t you worry,” I coax, slipping my tongue between her folds and exploring every inch of her. I work her slowly, savoring the way she rocks against my mouth, chasing the pleasure I’m drawing out of her with each flick, each swirl.

Her breath hitches when I find her clit, swollen and begging for attention. Circling it once, twice, then pressing down with just enough pressure. She’s gasping, hips undulating in a silent plea for more. I grant her wish, alternating between gentle sucks and firmer laps, feeling her body coil tight like a spring wound to its limit.

Oli’s knees give out. Aiden and Chase help her lie on the ground under me. Aiden leans down and sucks her nipple into his mouth before plucking at the other one with his hand.

“Need- A- I-” She’s not making sense, but we know she needs a cock.

Chase takes position at her head, guiding himself to her parted lips. She greets him eagerly. The sight of Oli taking his cock into her mouth is almost enough to undo me and send me into rutting her. But I hold back, fixated on the task at hand.

“Good girl, Oli, take him,” I encourage, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks Chase down. He groans above her, hands cradling her face as he fucks her mouth with a controlled rhythm that has her moaning vibrations against my tongue.

“Fuck, Oli, you’re so good,” Chase praises between gritted teeth.

It doesn’t take long for Chase to hit his peak; his movements become erratic, his grip tightening. With a strangled grunt, he comes, filling her throat. Oli swallows reflexively, clinging to me as if anchoring herself in the storm of sensations we’ve conjured around her.

When she tastes his come, I suck on her clit harder, making her come. My omega floods my mouth with her delicious slick, and I feel like I’m in heaven while I drown in it.

“Fucking delicious,” I whisper, dragging my lips over her slick, pulsing heat one last time before rising to meet her eyes, glazed with satisfaction and edged with fresh hunger. “Absolutely perfect.”

I’m still catching my breath when I grip Oli’s thighs, spreading her wider for me. The room is heavy with the scent of sex and sweet omega in heat, a perfume that stirs the alpha in me to claim, to possess.

“Ready for me, baby girl?” My voice is low, rough with desire, as I brush the tip of my pierced cock against her slick entrance. She nods frantically, her jade eyes clouded with need, a silent plea that echoes in the space between us.

“Alpha now,” she gasps, and it’s all the invitation I need.

I push into her slowly, savoring the clench of her walls around me. Her fingers dig into my arms, nails leaving crescent moons imprinted on my skin. I grin at that, loving my omega leaving brands on me.

“God, you’re so tight, so perfect,” I murmur, each word a stroke of adoration as I set a slow rhythm. Her hips rise to meet mine, seeking more, and I comply, giving her inch by deliberate inch. I watch my piercings slowly disappear inside her, making me feral.

My own control is a fraying thread. I angle my hips, thrusting deeper, and her cry of delight is music to my ears.

Her body starts to tremble, signaling her impending climax, and I lean down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.

“Come for me, omega. Let me feel you unravel,” I coax against her mouth, my strokes becoming more insistent. She breaks away from the kiss with a sharp inhale, her inner muscles fluttering around me.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves of pleasure radiating from where we’re joined. I drink in her cries, the sight of her undone beneath me.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re doing so good,” I praise her, my own release hovering on the horizon. “You want my knot, omega? You want to be completely filled up?”

“Y-Yes! Please, I need it!” Her voice is a desperate moan, her body still shaking with aftershocks .

I push into Oli, harder and deeper, feeling our connection tighten as her body quivers beneath mine. She’s so incredibly tight, so perfectly responsive. I can’t hold back any longer—not when she’s begging me with those bright green eyes that scream for more. With a grunt, I let myself go and push my knot inside her, locking us together.

“Ah, fuck, Oli…” The words come out as a growl, vibrating from deep within my ribs. The feel of her around me is indescribable—hot, wet, and all-consuming. My heart pounds against hers, and I swear I can feel every beat echoing through her, too.

She whimpers, and the sound sends another surge of desire through my veins. Her inner walls pulse around my knot, milking me, and the sensation is enough to make my vision blur. I release inside her, warmth flooding between us, marking her in the most primal way possible. It’s a rush of pleasure so intense it borders on pain, but it’s the kind of pain you never want to end.

“God, you’re incredible,” I pant, collapsing onto her but keeping my weight off her with my elbows. We’re slick with sweat, her glossy hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo. I brush a few damp strands away from her forehead, my other hand stroking down her side, tracing the curve of her hip. “Did I tell you how amazing you are?” I whisper, kissing her temple softly.

I pet her, hold her close, and kiss everywhere I can reach.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you.” And I mean every word.

We’re intertwined, physically and emotionally, and I’ve never felt anything quite like it.