Page 107 of Knot My Band: Part One
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, Oli, 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 ofthe 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, Oli,” 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 highas 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.
“Olive,” 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.
