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

Oli

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IS THERE A BITE MARK ON OLI HART’S NECK? WITHOUT A CONFIRMED MATING, WE CAN ONLY SPECULATE

May 28th

I trail behind Chase, my combat boots sticking slightly to the well-worn floor of the backstage corridor. Chase was able to secure a room to practice his drums before tonight’s show. He felt like he needed time to work on the drum portion of the song we’ve been practicing.

Thanks to our new bond, I didn’t want to be apart from him, so I came to watch.

A group of security guards are standing by the door, but they aren’t a part of my usual team.

“Hey, Chase?” I ask.

Chase leans in close to me. “What’s up, little rose?”

“Do you know those guys? Are they part of your normal security? There have been a lot of new guys, so I’m assuming they combined our teams.”

Chase stares at them before shrugging. “To be honest, , I never even introduced myself to our team, so I wouldn’t know. ”

I can feel his shame down the bond.

I bump into his shoulder playfully. “It’s okay, Chase. You will be nicer now that I’ve shown you the way.”

He kisses the top of my head. “I will. You’ve made me better in so many ways, little rose.”

The door swings open, and I see his drum set up. I know the rest of us can practice more easily on the bus, but he requires space.

He settles onto his seat, the drum set an extension of his lean, muscled form. I perch on a nearby amp. My gaze is fixed on him as if he’s the only thing in existence because right now, he is.

“Ready to be blown away?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he twirls a drumstick between his fingers.

“Always am around you,” I shoot back, my heart skipping a beat when he winks.

Then he begins, and my world narrows down to the sight before me. Drumsticks become a blur, striking with precision and passion. Chase is in his element, lost to the music, and it’s mesmerizing. The way his hair falls across his forehead, the clench of his jaw, the ripple of muscles beneath his thin shirt—all of it screams intensity, and I’m caught in the pull of his gravity.

Each thud of the bass pedal vibrates through the floor, and I feel it echo within me, a symphony that resonates with my own pulse. Watching him, the rest of the world fades away until there’s only Chase, his drums, and the raw bond between us.

I can feel his love and passion for his drums. This fuels his soul the same way singing does for me.

Getting to see the way his whole soul lights up while he plays makes me feel so lucky to have this connection with him.

“Like what you see?” Chase teases without missing a beat, his eyes locking with mine, green orbs filled with a challenge.

“Always,” I breathe out, my own smile daring him to keep up the tempo, to impress, to seduce.

And oh, does he ever.

Sweat glistens on Chase’s brow, a testament to the ferocity with which he attacks the drums. The rhythm he unleashes is savage, primal, and every beat sends desire through me.

He’s incredible.

“God, you’re good,” I murmur, the words torn from me as my body reacts to his performance. It’s not just the sound echoing off the walls; it’s him—Chase, the alpha who’s all focus and flexing muscles, his sandy hair clinging to his forehead.

The air buzzes with electricity.

Chase’s drumsticks slow, the rhythm tapering off to a seductive beat that matches the pulse racing through my body. He locks eyes with me, green depths smoldering, and I swear the room’s temperature spikes another ten degrees. That cocky grin of his tugs covers his lips, knowing full well the effect he has on me. Of course, he’s shirtless, completing his look.

“Playing your music does things to me,” Chase growls, his voice rough like gravel.

My gaze drifts to his hands—those skilled, calloused hands that coax beauty from chaos—and my breath hitches.

“Come here,” he beckons, voice low and laced with something that might as well be a physical touch.

My feet carry me towards him, each step weighted with desire and burning anticipation. Chase watches me approach, that intense gaze never wavering, and I can’t suppress the shiver that ripples through me under his scrutiny.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as I draw near enough to feel the heat emanating from his body, the subtle scent of his sweat mixed with caramel popcorn.

Chase’s hand darts to his waistband, and in one fluid motion that’s all raw power and unspoken promises, he frees himself. My breath hitches at the sight, desire pooling low in my belly.

“Need you, ,” he growls, a command that I can’t—and don’t want to—resist.

“Then have me,” I say, voice barely above a whisper as I step closer to him, closing the gap between us.

I position myself over him, hands braced on his broad shoulders. Chase’s hard cock stands proud, an invitation that sends waves of heat coursing through me. Our eyes lock, green on green, a silent conversation of need and want passing between us.

I keep my shirt on but pull my panties off.

Lowering myself onto him, I let out a long, shuddering breath. The sensation is exquisite—a slow slide of completion as he fills me inch by deliberate inch. The stretch and burn send shivers up my spine, and I pause for a moment to savor the fullness, the perfect fit of him inside me.

“Fuck, little rose,” he groans, and the sound vibrates straight to my core.

“Alpha,” I moan back, matching his tone.

The room around us fades away; it’s just Chase, me, and the undeniable electricity that crackles every time we touch. I rock my hips experimentally, gasping as he hits just the right spot, sending sparks of ecstasy zipping through my nerves.

“More,” I plead, nails digging into his skin, marking him as mine. I grab his wrist and lick my mark, making him moan.

“Anything for you,” he swears, hands gripping my hips, guiding our movements.

Once I’ve found the rhythm, sliding up and down on him, he shocks me by picking his sticks back up and starting to play again.

The steady throb of the bass drum pulses against my thighs as Chase sets into a rhythm that’s both a backdrop to his music and a call to my body. I grind down, matching each beat with an eager roll of my hips, feeling him deep inside me. The slick slide of our bodies in motion sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, and the occasional flash of his grin tells me he’s just as lost in this moment as I am.

“God, you’re so hot when you play,” I pant, my hands bracing on his broad shoulders. His sticks continue their dance, never missing a beat, even as his hips thrust upward into mine. Each movement is deliberate, and each note strummed on my nerves until I’m a live wire, buzzing with need.

“Keep moving, ,” he growls, and the rough edge of his voice makes more slick gush from me. “Just like that.”

His green eyes smolder with the same intense focus he uses in his drumming, but now it’s all for me. My heart hammers in tandem with the drums, our bodies creating a symphony of flesh and desire.

A low chuckle vibrates through him, and my hungry lips swallow the sound as I claim his mouth in a searing kiss. The room spins, every sensation heightened by the crescendo of music and moans.

“Chase…” My voice breaks on his name as the pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter with each masterful stroke of his cock and each reverberation from the drums. The vibrations travel up through his body into mine, an electrifying current that threatens to overwhelm my senses.

“Let go,” he urges, sensing my imminent release. “Come for me.”

The drumbeat quickens, a frenzied pace that drives me onward, and I’m spiraling, hurtling toward that peak. My nails claw at his back, desperate for something to anchor me as I explode, crying out in tune with the pounding rhythm. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, and I’m floating, adrift in a sea of blissful satisfaction.

“Fuck, yes, … just like that,” Chase groans.

The afterglow of my climax still hums through my veins as Chase’s hot breath tickles my ear, his voice a low, carnal growl. “, you’re so tight, so perfect… Want me to take you even further?” His words drip with lust, his tone roughened by desire.

“Chase…” I whisper back, my body singing with need, every cell in my being screaming for more of this intoxicating connection.

“Tell me, little rose,” he says, each word punctuated by a thrust that makes me gasp. “Do you want me to fuck your ass? To stretch you and make you mine completely?”

I’m on the edge again, teetering at the precipice of another earth-shattering release from just the thought. “Yes,” I breathe out, the very idea igniting a wildfire within me.

Without missing a beat, we move together, our bodies in sync as if we’ve done this dance a thousand times before. I turn in his embrace, my legs shaky but determined, and face the drums. His chest is a solid wall against my back, his heart pounding in time with mine.

“Look at us,” he murmurs, his hands guiding my hips, his sticks digging into me as he positions me just right. “You’re such a goddess, … ready to take all of me.”

I nod, anticipation coiling tighter in my belly. There’s no hesitation, only the fierce craving for the next level of pleasure Chase promises—a pleasure I know he’ll deliver in spades.

I’ve never done this, but my omega body is made to be taken by my alphas in every way. It feels fitting that my bonded mate will do this first with me.

My pussy has been dripping slick, so I know he’s lubed up enough.

Still, he takes it slow.

Chase’s thick shaft presses against me, a heady mix of anticipation and heat pooling in my core. He inches forward, the stretch sending a delicious shiver up my spine as he fills me completely, inch by exquisite inch. I can’t help but let out a low moan, the sensation overwhelming yet perfect. I stretch around his thick cock. The feel of him pushing into my ass is overwhelming and new.

“Fuck, , you’re so tight. You want your alpha to claim this ass, don’t you?” Chase growls behind me, his voice laced with raw desire. His hands grip my hips firmly, a promise of what’s to come. “So damn perfect for me.”

The praise sends a jolt through me, pride swelling in my chest. I’m his, totally and utterly. With every slow, deliberate thrust, he drives that point home, each movement deeper than the last. The pleasure is blinding, a white-hot blaze that licks through my body.

“Feel good, baby?” he pants, picking up the pace. “You like taking my cock like this?”

“God, yes,” I manage to gasp out, the room spinning around me as he fucks me from below. My fingers claw at the edge of the drum seat, seeking something to anchor me to this earth-shattering reality. Chase’s rhythm never falters, even as he drums out an erratic beat that matches our fucking.

“Look at you,” he continues, breath hot on my ear. His voice is a sinful whisper that stokes the fire inside me. “Taking it all like the perfect omega you are. I knew you’d be incredible.”

The compliment fans the flames, burning me up from the inside. I throw my head back onto his shoulder, granting him deeper access and surrendering to the onslaught of sensations. The slap of skin on skin syncs with the pounding of the drums, a relentless tempo that echoes the thundering of my heart.

“Alpha…” It’s all I can muster, a plea, a declaration, a name that means everything at this moment. His cock drills into me relentlessly, claiming new depths with each stroke. The room is filled with the sound of us.

“Mine,” he asserts between thrusts. The word is possessive and powerful, and it locks something into place deep within me. It’s a claim I welcome, one I want etched into my soul. His weight, power, and precision are almost too much.

“Yours,” I respond, voice ragged with emotion and need. And I am—body, heart, and soul. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter, threatening to snap. Chase’s pace quickens, his grip on my hips bordering on painful, but it’s the pain of perfection, of being consumed by passion.

“Come for me, ,” Chase commands, his own control fraying at the edges. “Let go.”

And I do. I shatter around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, drowning me in bliss. Chase follows, his movements becoming erratic, a testament to his own unraveling. We cling to each other.

My breath comes in short bursts, still hitching from the high as I press my cheek against Chase’s sweat-slick chest.

“Wow,” I murmur, not bothering to disguise the awe lacing my voice. “Have you ever done that before?”

Chase chuckles, the sound deep and resonant against my ear. His fingers, calloused from sticks, dance along the small of my back, giving me goosebumps.

“Never, little rose. That was special just for my mate,” he quips, that playful smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth. The same mouth that, moments ago, charted a course over my skin like it was his to claim – which, in all fairness, it kind of is now.

“Is that so?” I nuzzle into him, breathing in the intoxicating mix of his caramel scent that clings to his being.

“It is,” he assures me, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Now I’m going to have a boner on stage for you every night sitting in this seat.”

I scoff playfully, but the flush on my cheeks betrays my delight.

When I catch his gaze, those smoldering green eyes that seem to look right into my soul, the playful pretense falls away. Something about how he looks at me makes the rest of the world blur into insignificance.

“ve,” he starts, his voice low and serious in a way that commands my full attention. “I love you, little rose. You’re so bright, optimistic, and talented. You’re everything I could ever want in a mate, and I feel so lucky you didn’t reject me the moment we met because I am not worthy of you, but I’ll spend every day of our lives together trying to be.” The words hang in the air, a confession wrapped in vulnerability.

I can feel his sincerity in our bond as he floods it with his love for me .

“I love you, too.” There’s no hesitation, no shadow of doubt clouding the truth of my words. As they leave my mouth, something monumental shifts. “Of course you deserve me. You’re kind and funny, and you always put a smile on my face. You’re my alpha, and I’m lucky to have you.”

His smile is slow and genuine, crinkling the corners of those smoldering eyes, and I can’t help but mirror it.

“We should get back to the bus and clean up before the show. Maybe I can show you how much I love you again in the shower,” Chase says.

I peel away from Chase’s embrace, a bit of mischief dancing in my eyes as I hop off his lap. “That sounds like a good plan.”

He grins, that heart-thumping, knee-weakening grin that could have easily been his signature move during his playboy days. Now, it’s all mine. He stands, muscles flexing, and the sight sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Lead the way, my little rose,” he says, his voice a throaty rumble that does funny things to my insides.

Our fingers lace together naturally, like the harmonies of a well-rehearsed song. We dodge past a maze of cables and amps, the backstage clutter of our lives on tour.

And then we’re stepping into the hot spray of the shower, the rest of the world fading away to nothing but steam, soap, and each other.