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

Chase

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INSIDER TELLS US OLI HART AND THE EDGE ALPHAS ARE MISSING FROM TRAVELING TOUR BUS

May 24th

A s Aiden’s knot deflates, the tension in the room shifts. Oli is still under the haze of her heat despite taking two knots.

Her eyes, bright with that spark that first caught my attention, flicker up to meet mine. A sense of anticipation makes my heart pound harder, and her lips curl into a sultry smile.

I know what her omega needs, and right now, my alpha is demanding it.

“Present for me, omega,” I say, my voice low and heavy with desire.

Oli turns, positioning herself invitingly, and the sight of her like this—ready and waiting—sends a surge of primal need through my veins.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, my hands skimming over the curves of her hips, feeling the heat of her skin against my palms. I lean down to press a kiss to the small of her back, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness that is uniquely Oli.

I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the broad head of my cock, making her whimper with need. I’m not quite ready to give her what she wants. Not yet.

“Patience,” I chide lightly, though it’s as much a reminder to myself as it is to her. The temptation to plunge into her depths is nearly overwhelming.

I slide just the tip inside, reveling in the slick warmth that greets me. Oli’s body clenches around me, and I have to grit my teeth to hold back. Slowly, I withdraw and then press in a little deeper, inch by tantalizing inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

When I pull out, she’s pushing back against me, trying to take more.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I assure her, my hands gripping her waist as I start to move. Each stroke is deliberate, a rhythm we fall into naturally.

“So good,” she gasps, and the raw honesty in her voice is music to my ears.

“Only the best for you,” I whisper back, punctuating my words with a deep thrust that elicits a moan from both of us.

Our movements become more frantic, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room like a drumbeat growing faster, louder, and impossible to ignore. I can feel her body tightening around me, her climax approaching, and it drives me to give her more—to be the alpha she needs, the one who can match her passion note for note.

I grip her hips, guiding myself in and out of her, marveling at how she pulls me in deeper with every thrust.

I can’t help the growl that rumbles from my chest; she’s so incredibly responsive, so damn perfect .

I lean over her, my back pressed against her front.

“Oli, you’re soaking wet for me,” I murmur into her ear. She shudders, a silent plea for more.

My focus narrows down until Oli is all I can feel, see, and smell. Her perfume is invading my every pore.

She tilts her neck, offering me everything I’ve ever wanted.

I fight it as hard as I can.

A sharp pain in my wrist has me looking down to see my perfect omega with her teeth digging into me.

The alpha inside me surges forward, and before I can react, my teeth are in her neck as I bite down, tasting blood.

There’s commotion around me but all I can feel is her filling me, completing me.

My mind blacks out as I continue to fuck my omega.

Slowly, my senses return to me, and I realize I’ve bonded with Oli.

She’s mine .

I can feel her passion, need, and pleasure through the bond.

All I can focus on right now is her intense need.

“Want more, little rose?” I ask, already knowing the answer but craving to hear her say it.

“Please… alpha,” she pants, her hands clawing at the blankets beneath her.

I look up to see Jack glaring at me. “You’ve always been impulsive, but I can’t believe you did this.”

“You can hate me later. Right now, our omega needs more,” I declare.

“Yes. Need!” she shouts and I can feel how much she means it down our bond.

At her words, Jack strides forward, a devilish glint in his piercing blue eyes. He kneels before her, his presence adding another layer of intensity to the moment. Oli’s eyes lock onto Jack’s, and there’s no hesitation when he offers himself to her, his hard length inches from her lips.

“Open up for me, baby girl,” Jack says, his tone both command and caress.

Her mouth welcomes him eagerly, and I watch, entranced, as he slides between her lips. She chokes on his piercings before learning how to work around them. The sight is intoxicating, and I feel a possessive surge watching her suck another alpha while I’m still buried deep inside her.

I set a rhythm, thrusting in tandem with Jack’s movements, our pace controlled but demanding. With every push and pull, Oli’s breath hitches, her moans vibrating around Jack’s cock.

“Fuck, Oli, you feel incredible,” I pant, feeling her tighten around me as if she’s trying to pull the orgasm right out of me.

“Look at her go,” Jack smirks. His hand winds into her hair, guiding her with a gentle firmness that has her melting into his touch.

We move together, three bodies connected. I watch as droplets of sweat glisten on Oli’s skin, her body moving back onto me, meeting each of my thrusts with a hungry eagerness. The sound of her pleasure-filled mewls fills the room, mingling with the low grunts from Jack and me.

“Are you close, Oli? You gonna come on my cock?” I whisper into her ear, nipping the lobe gently.

She squeezes my cock in answer with her slick pussy.

“Good girl, Oli, so fucking good for us,” I praise her between ragged breaths.

And when she does climax, it’s with a shudder that ripples through her entire body, her inner walls spasming around me in waves .

“Ah, fuck,” I grunt as I feel Oli’s orgasm taking hold, her insides clenching around me. The tightness, the slick heat of her, is perfection. She writhes between us, caught in a delicious sandwich of sensation.

I pant, gripping her hips tighter, guiding her back onto me with each desperate thrust. My heart pounds, and I can tell by the way Jack’s eyes roll back that he’s right on the edge with us.

“Oli, you’re so damn incredible,” I breathe out, feeling my own release building at the base of my spine. Jack’s groan is loud, primal, as he gives in to her mouth, his come spilling down her throat. His fingers tighten in her hair, his hips jerking with every pulse of his climax.

“Swallow it all, baby,” Jack murmurs, voice husky with spent desire. Oli hums around him, sending vibrations through his length, and he shudders, giving her everything he has.

The sight, the sound, the feel of it—it’s all too much, and I’m teetering on the brink. With one more deep thrust, I push into her as far as I can go, my knot swelling to lock us together.

I come undone, releasing into her. It feels like my soul is pouring into her, the connection binding us even tighter. We’re locked together, anchored in the most intimate way possible.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we ride out the aftershocks of our pleasure. Her breathing is ragged, and I press kisses to her sweat-dampened temple, murmuring words of praise and adoration.

She melts against me, her body soft and pliant. We’re still joined, my knot ensuring not an inch of space separates us. And in this moment, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Sleep now, Oli,” I coax gently, shifting to make her more comfortable. “I’ve got you.”

Around us, the hotel suite fades into a backdrop as Jack and Aiden settle in close, forming a protective circle. Oli’s eyelids flutter shut, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that lulls me into a sense of peace.

I’ve never felt more satisfied, more alpha, than having a content Oli in my arms.

“Sweet dreams,” Jack whispers.

Aiden simply watches with a small smile on his face.

As Oli’s breathing evens out and her grip on my hand loosens, I let myself sink into the sensation of belonging. I hold Oli closer, letting her warmth seep into my bones.

I slowly start licking my bond mark on her neck, taking care of it.

“, you messed up,” Jack says bluntly.

Guilt starts to replace the contentment in my heart.

“Instinct took over,” I defend. “She bit me first!”

“That might be your only saving grace, but if she hates us because of this, I will never forgive you,” Aiden says bluntly.

“She won’t hate me. She’ll be able to feel how sorry I am,” I say confidently, even though I feel anything but.

I refuse to believe I finally got everything I never knew I needed just to lose it.

Aiden presses his hand to her forehead, and I know he can feel she’s just as hot as before we started.

“Her mini heat should have broken by now,” Aiden murmurs, his voice low enough not to disturb our slumbering omega nestled like an angel in our midst. He runs a hand through his spiky black hair. “I researched scent match mini heats when it became a possibility.”

“What did you learn?” Jack asks .

“Being with her alphas and knotted by them should break the heat. It’s not meant to last as long as a full heat,” Aiden explains.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t all her alphas, was it?” My words are tinged with concern, my eyes troubled as they flick over to the door—closed, but somehow feeling more like a gaping void without Dax.

There’s an unease that settles in my gut.

“No, it wasn’t,” Jack agrees, shaking his head. “Damn stubborn alpha. He thinks he doesn’t deserve her. Doesn’t get that it’s not up for him to decide.”

“Maybe it will break while she sleeps,” I insist, but my playful facade doesn’t quite reach my eyes. The truth is, I’m worried too.

“Maybe,” Aiden says slowly.

I close my eyes, letting exhaustion pull me under. If her heat isn’t broken, then we need to get our rest now. She’ll need us.

We drift off.

A knock shatters the silence, jerking me out of sleep. My eyelids snap open, and I’m on my feet and standing between Oli and the door before I even register what’s happening.

“Got it,” Jack mutters, already at the door. He’s all loose limbs and bed hair, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that only comes with being on high alert.

The door swings open, and Dax is standing there, his presence like a storm cloud in a clear sky. The bag in his hand is forgotten as soon as our gazes lock onto his.

“Hey, Dax—” Jack starts, but the words hang, unfinished, in the tension-soaked air.

Dax looks… feral. It’s in the wildness of his hazel eyes, the untamed energy rolling off him in waves. His jaw is set hard, muscles ticking as if he’s barely holding himself back from something.

“Dax?” I call out, pushing past Jack to get a better look at him. “You good, man?”

“Food,” Dax grits out, his voice gravelly and strained as he holds out a bag.

His nostrils flare as the scent of the heat suite hits him in full force.

“Shit,” I swear under my breath, taking in the tension coiling through Dax’s frame. It’s like watching a thunderstorm roll in, fast and inevitable. I know that look; every muscle in his body is taut, ready to snap. Rut—it’s got its hooks in him, and from the way he’s eyeing the room, it’s dragging him in deep.

“This isn’t good,” Jack swears.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, though my heart’s doing a frantic drum solo in my chest. “Dax, you need to go, man.”

But he doesn’t budge, rooted to the spot like he’s grown out of the very carpet beneath his feet. His eyes are locked on Oli, and there’s something feral in that gaze.

“Can’t,” he grinds out, the word more animal than human. “My omega needs me.” He steps forward, and it’s clear he’s beyond reason, lost to the rut that’s been threatening to claim him since he walked through the door.