Page 20 of Knot My Band: Part One
I step back from the mic, and the applause is deafening. I blow kisses and wink at the sea of faces as I’m lowered under the stage.
The stairs take me back up to the side of the stage where everyone else will be waiting.
I only get a second to breathe before the air is charged with an intensity that has nothing to do with the fading stage lights or the distant screams of fans.
“Oli!” The voice slices through the haze, familiar and electric.
I spin around and see Jack charging towards me with purpose. His presence is commanding even in the dim backstage lights.
His piercing blue eyes lock onto mine.
“Jack?” I breathe out, my pulse tapping a wild rhythm against my throat.
He doesn’t bother with any more words. In two long strides, he’s there with his bright white hair and hands that grab my waist, tugging me to him.
His lips crash against mine, urgent and full of fire. The shock pulses through me like a jolt of lightning. His tongue plays with mine before sucking it into his mouth.
I suck in a breath in between kisses, and the most intoxicating scent of coffee, creamy butter, coconut flakes, and maple syrup floods my senses, and instincts take over.
Mine.
“Alpha,” I gasp between kisses, my hands tangling in his messy white-blonde locks, tugging him closer. The taste of him is intoxicating.
He sucks on my lower lip, making me shiver and sending heat straight to my core.
I moan when the heat in front of me is tugged away and replaced with cool air. My body leans forward, chasing Jack before reality comes crashing in.
“What the hell, Jack?” Dax’s growl vibrates against my oversensitive skin.
I pry my eyes open, and they’re immediately caught in Dax’s stormy gaze. His hazel eyes flash with confusion and something darker. Right now, he looks like a thundercloud ready to burst.
Jack stumbles, a mixture of surprise and defiance lighting his blue eyes as he turns to face Dax, his chest heaving from more than just our heated exchange.
My heart races, pounding a frantic rhythm that echoes thechaos of emotions swirling inside me.
Before anyone can say another word, Chase steps up to me with smoldering green eyes reflecting a battle of emotions that lock onto mine, pulling my attention away from the discord between Dax and Jack.
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him. It’s a possession, a claiming that speaks directly to my omega instincts.
“Little rose,” he says, and his voice is a low thrum that vibrates through the chaos, grounding me. There’s a depth to his tone that wasn’t there before—a seriousness that belies the easy charm I’m used to from him.
He smells like the most perfect combination of sweet and salty. Caramel and sea salt blend with popcorn and butter to create a mouthwatering scent, and Chase is undoubtedly my scent match, too.
Hands tangle in my hair, pulling me back to the perfect angle for Chase to devour me.
His lips find mine with a desperation that steals my breath and scatters my thoughts. The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s all-consuming, fierce, as though he’s trying to communicate every unsaid word through the press of his mouth against mine. I taste the sweet tang of caramel.
The world narrows down to the space where our bodies meet—the hard lines of his against the soft curves of mine. I’m lost in the sensation, the warmth of his hands splayed across my back, the stubble on his jaw scratching pleasantly against my skin as we move together.
I’ve been shocked before, surprised by life’s unexpected turns, but nothing compares to the maelstrom of emotions currently raging within me. Shock at their scents, surprised athow right it feels to be held by Chase, and an attraction that’s growing stronger by the heartbeat.
Chase, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, watches me, his gaze probing, searching for a sign of what I’m thinking. But how do I explain the chaos in my head when I can barely understand it myself?
The warmth of Chase’s embrace still lingers on my skin as a gruff voice slices through the haze of desire. “No fucking way.”
My pulse stutters, the three words echoing like gunshots in the silence that follows. I peel my eyes away from Chase to find Dax, with his dark hair and piercing hazel gaze, standing there furious. His jaw is clenched tight enough to crack his teeth, and the intensity in his glare could start a fire.
“Really, Dax?” Jack’s voice is a low rumble, the playful light in his blue eyes now replaced by a protective glint. He steps closer, his tall, guitar-callused fingers curling into fists at his sides.
