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

Aiden

ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN

SOMEONE CLOSE TO OLI HART SUGGESTS SHE’S GONE INTO HEAT. ANTI-OMEGA GROUP CAPITALIZES ON THIS TO SAY THIS IS WHY OMEGAS CAN’T HAVE JOBS

May 24th

O li’s scent is so overwhelming that I’m holding my alpha back by a string. Her strawberry cheesecake scent is delicious. It makes my head swim, pulling a growl from deep within my chest.

It takes every ounce of self-control I’ve got not to leap at her.

Time crawls by on leaden feet, seconds stretching out as I watch them together. Oli is serenity itself, nestled in Jack’s embrace while he’s knotted in her.

I gather my sanity and hold a water bottle to Oli’s lips. She pushes it away, but she needs to drink.

“Drink, baby girl. You need to hydrate,” Jack tells her.

Oli takes a long sip before settling back on Jack’s chest and rubbing her head against him, scent marking.

Jack’s breath hitches, his knot deflates, and I don’t wait another second .

“Hey there, sunshine,” I whisper against her ear.

Oli’s eyelids flutter open, revealing those bright green eyes that never fail to pierce straight through me. She leans into my chest, a small contented sigh escaping her lips as I envelop her in my embrace.

Her hand finds its way to my face, fingers tracing the line of my jaw before settling under my chin, guiding me down to her level. Her lips meet mine in a kiss.

I’m barely able to catch my breath before Oli’s body crashes into mine with the force of her need. Her arms loop around my neck, pulling me closer as if she could merge our bodies into one.

“Need,” she pants, her voice laced with urgency and desire. It’s a call to the wild part of me, the alpha that can’t say no to his omega.

Oli wastes no time, positioning herself above me, and with a swift, determined movement, she drops down. She takes my cock fully, and the sensation is like a bolt of lightning.

I groan, the sound is raw and primal, as her warmth envelops me. There’s a tightness, a perfect fit that makes me feel like every inch of me was created just for her.

“Fuck, Oli…” My words dissolve into a groan as she begins to move. Each rise and fall of her hips draws a deeper growl from my throat, the pleasure so intense.

Every stroke, every slide sends shivers up my spine, and I’m lost in the rhythm we create together. She leans forward, her rose gold hair cascading around us like a silken curtain.

“Ride me until you can’t anymore, sunshine,” I encourage, my voice tinged with a growl.

I thrust upward, meeting Oli with every rise and fall of her hips. The tight warmth of her envelopes me .

Chase’s sturdy hands grip her waist from behind, guiding her movements as we find the perfect rhythm. “You’re doing so good for us, omega,” he murmurs into her ear.

Her hands find mine, lacing our fingers together, anchoring herself as she rides the waves of pleasure we’re giving her.

“Look at you, taking everything we give you,” I tease, my words a mix of admiration and challenge. “I bet you want more, don’t you, omega?”

“Yes, alpha,” she gasps, throwing her head back as Chase whispers encouragements into her neck, kissing her pulse point.

“Such a perfect omega,” Chase praises. His hands work in tandem with my thrusts, lifting and lowering her onto me with precision, each movement pushing us all closer to the edge.

My restraint is slipping as I buck my hips harder, driven by the instinct to claim, to satisfy.

I tease her flushed skin with my lips. The scent of her arousal is thick and intoxicating, and I can’t help but nip at the tender flesh of her neck, each bite eliciting a soft moan that stokes the fire in my veins.

“God, you smell so damn good,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. There’s a primal part of me that wants to mark her, to claim her, and bond her right now.

“Bite me, alpha,” she whimpers, tilting her head back to offer more of herself to me.

“No,” comes Jack’s cautionary tone from beside us. “We can’t go there, not yet.”

My instincts scream in protest, every fiber of my being straining against the invisible leash of restraint. I want to give her what she craves, what we both need. But I catch Jack’s eye and see the silent warning there.

“Sorry, sunshine,” I whisper into Oli’s ear, my voice rough with the effort of pulling back. “Jack’s right. As much as I want to, I can’t.” My teeth graze her skin one last time, a promise of future pleasures etched in the fleeting touch.

She leans back into me, her body still quivering with unsatisfied need as she whines. I know her omega feels rejected based on her scent.

I brush a strand of her hair away from her face, letting my fingers linger on her soft skin. “I want you so much it hurts,” I confess, every word heavy with truth. “You’re my omega, but it’s got to be the right time for both of us.”

I can tell she doesn’t understand the words, but she relaxes in my arms when I start purring.

I wedge my hand between us and circle her clit. That’s all it takes for her to unravel above me, her body clenching around mine in sweet, spasming waves. I keep moving, keep thrusting, chasing her over that precipice until she’s crying out, her orgasm washing over her.

Her hips bear down, harder and harder, as Chase’s steady hands guide her, encouraging every motion.

I groan, my voice husky with desire as Oli’s hips press against me, urgency fueling every movement. My fingers grip her thighs, silently urging her on.

I can feel my knot inflating for her.

As she yields to the final push, my knot locks inside her. It’s incredible, and she screams out.

“You’re amazing,” I pant against her skin, fingers clinging to her as if this moment could stretch into eternity.

I come deep inside her as she squeezes around my knot.

Every pulse, squeeze, and movement sucks more come from my cock. I give everything I have to my omega.

I could die a happy alpha with her like this.