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

Oli

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DAX GREY WAS SPOTTED AT A LOCAL RESTAURANT IN TORONTO WHILE HEAT RUMORS CIRCULATE

May 25th

A wareness trickles back into me, and I can actually remember my name again. My time with Chase, Aiden, and Jack is a blur of sex and knots.

There’s still a heat simmering in my belly, and I know my mini heat isn’t completely over, but for the moment, I’m coherent.

There’s worry simmering in my stomach that I can’t quite understand.

“?” Jack’s voice is distant, with a concerned tension I can almost taste.

I push myself up, resting on my elbows, my gaze cutting through the dim light of the suite.

Dax is standing in the doorway with an intensity that ripples through the air. His chest rises and falls, breathing heavily.

My breath catches. The omega in me knows her alpha is in a rut and pushes me towards him.

I stand up and take a step before my rational brain reminds me that this isn’t my alpha.

“Is he in a rut?” The words are a whisper, carried on a melody of uncertainty.

My heart tumbles in my chest, an off-beat rhythm. He never wanted this.

I bite my lip. If he wanted me, he would have been here for my heat.

Dax pushes off the wall, stalking toward me. Jack and Chase step into his path, pushing him back against the wall. He growls and shoves against them, breaking their hold.

Dax sweeps me up into his arms, pressing me against the wall. He goes for my lips, but I duck him, and he lands on my neck.

He’s kissing up and down, finding all the sensitive parts of my neck.

Chase and Jack follow after him, but as soon as they get close, Dax releases a chilling growl.

“Let’s all calm down and talk about this. Are you okay with what Dax is doing right now, ?” Aiden’s voice ripples through the tension.

“Yes,” I say, trying to keep my thoughts straight.

“We will get him out of here right now. Whatever you want, ,” Jack says.

A soft whine comes straight from my omega at the idea of pushing him away when he needs me. I’m still in heat. I need him, too.

“Or you can help him through his rut,” Chase says gently, like he can read my mind.

“But he doesn’t want me,” I say sadly.

Dax is still kissing my neck and rubbing his cock against my core. Right now, it’s hard to remember that .

“He does want you, ,” Aiden insists.

“Only because he’s in rut,” I whine.

Aiden steps closer, his presence a silent promise of support. “It’s not only rut, he wants you, but we’ve got you, no matter what. If you want to help him through this, we’ll make sure you’re both safe. And if not, we can take him somewhere to ride it out. Your call, sunshine.”

His words echo in the room, a reassurance against my pounding heart. I nod slowly, feeling the weight of the decision in every fiber of my being. Dax needs me.

“Are you really sure he wants this? Me?” My question hangs between us, a final plea for reassurance. The doubt gnaws at me, but I need to know.

Aiden’s nod is immediate, unwavering. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, .”

“He’s right,” Chase adds.

Jack makes eye contact from behind Dax. “If you want him, then he would want to be with you.”

With the affirmation fresh in the air, I take a breath that’s all courage and no hesitation.

I pull Dax’s face up from my neck. Dax’s hazel eyes lock onto mine, feral and burning.

“I’m here for you, alpha,” I whisper.

His restraint shatters, and suddenly, we’re a tangle of limbs and urgent kisses, his mouth devouring mine with a passion that’s raw and untamed.

Dax pulls back and rips his pants, freeing his cock. He pushes into me without hesitation.

Dax slams me against the wall, and I gasp, a sound swallowed by our frantic kisses. His body is a hard line of heat against mine, every thrust driving deeper, stoking the flames licking through my veins. The world narrows down to the powerful rhythm of his hips, the relentless force that lifts me higher, pins me tighter, and sends pleasure rippling through me.

The haze of my heat starts to fall over me once again, and all I can focus on is his cock slamming into me.

He’s all raw power and untamed need, a storm of sensation that leaves no room for thought, only feeling. The solid thud of my back against the wall syncs with the pounding of my heart.

“My omega,” he growls, his voice rough like gravel.

His fingers dig into my thighs, anchoring me as he moves with a ferocity that speaks of possession and an unyielding hunger.

Jack’s concerned voice cuts through the haze. “, are you—”

Dax snarls over his shoulder, eyes blazing with a feral warning. Aiden, Chase, and Jack freeze, their bodies tense with protective instincts clashing against Dax’s display of dominance.

I catch Jack’s eye, his blue gaze swirling with a mix of lust and worry, but I flash him a reassuring smile. “Fine,” I manage to say, breathless, my voice laced with the thrill of being claimed so thoroughly.

With a nod, they step back, giving us the space Dax’s rut demands, their own desires simmering on the sidelines. There’s something wildly liberating about being the center of such fierce attention.

Dax’s pace quickens. My fingers claw at his shoulders, seeking purchase as he pushes me closer to the edge.

Dax pushes his knot as deep inside me as he can go. He swells inside me, locking us together. It triggers something primal within my core. My body clenches around him.

He grips me tighter against him, our bodies a tangle of sweat and need. I can feel him throbbing, each spurt filling me in a way that feels like completion.

I gasp, my head thrown back as I ride out the waves of ecstasy washing over me. It’s perfect, this moment of unity, of being so thoroughly claimed by him.

But then there’s a growl, low and menacing, vibrating against the delicate skin of my neck. Dax’s teeth graze me, the threat of a bond bite hanging in the heated air between us. The omega in me craves it—wants to be marked by this alpha in every possible way.

“Easy, Dax,” comes Jack’s urgent voice, cutting through the haze of lust and possession. He steps forward, a hand on Dax’s shoulder.

Dax’s snarl is a warning.

It’s an animalistic claim, a declaration that I am his. But Jack isn’t backing down.

There’s a moment of tension thick enough to cut through, and then Dax’s breathing evens out. His jaw unclenches, and though his lips still linger at my neck, the immediate danger has passed.

Our combined weight shifts, and we crumple together onto the nest of blankets and pillows scattered across the floor. The room spins slightly, the aftermath of our intense connection leaving me dizzy with satisfaction. Dax’s arms are a fortress around me, his knot still firmly in place, locking us together.