Page 54 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Okay!” I have to contain the whine that wants to break free.
I have four alphas outside that door that can fix this neediness, and I’m sending them away. I must be going insane.
Chase
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SHOULD ALPHAS BE PERFORMING WITH AN OMEGA? WE DON’T THINK SO
April 26th
Jack, Dax, and Aiden leave, but Oli is still hiding in her nest.
My alpha is pushing me, trying to get me to act on something, but I don’t know what it is.
The door to Oli’s nest creaks open, and she sticks her head out. “Chase?”
I rush from the edge of the bunk I’m sitting on and over to her. “I’m right here.”
Her perfume surrounds me like a perfect, seductive cloud. I’m instantly hard and have to bite back a growl. It’s strawberries and sugar.
She’s wet and needy for me.
“Everything okay?” I ask, my voice rough with concern as she fidgets beside me, her smile faltering just a bit.
She nods, but there’s a tension in her shoulders now, a restlessness in her movements. She presses a hand to her abdomen with a slight grimace. “I need you, Chase.”
“Are you going into heat, Oli?” I murmur, putting the piecestogether. The signs are all there—the flush on her cheeks, the heat emanating from her skin, the scent of her becoming richer, more potent.
It can’t be full-blown heat; the scent isn’t quite right.
Oli bites her lip, and there’s an urgency in her gaze that I can’t ignore. My alpha instincts claw at the surface, demanding to soothe, protect… and claim. It’s a primal response, one that’s been steadily growing since the day I met her.
Our eyes lock, and I swear the air gets thicker. Her eyes lose some clarity.
“Knot. Now,” her voice is laced with a need that makes my cock jump.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I assure her, my own voice thick with desire. I pull her close, her head resting against my chest, and I’m acutely aware of every point where our bodies connect. Her scent wraps around me, intoxicating and undeniable, and I fight to keep my composure.
“Let’s get you comfortable, yeah?” I suggest, though my mind is racing with thoughts of how this will evolve, how I can ease her discomfort, and how much I want to lose myself in her. But for now, I focus on her needs and the trust she’s placed in me, and I know without a doubt that I’d do anything for Oli.
Oli’s fingers dig into my arm, her grip tight enough to sting. Her breaths come in short bursts, and she leans into me, desperation clear in the tilt of her head, the plea in her green eyes.
“Alpha, please,” she gasps out, the words quivering between us. “I need you, now. I can’t… it hurts.”
The raw need in her voice slices through me. My heart hammers against my ribs, and every instinct screams to takeaway her pain.
“Okay, omega,” I whisper, coaxing her towards the plush mattress of her nest. I’m all too aware of the way her body trembles against mine, the slick heat of her skin, the intoxicating scent clouding my senses.
Her rose gold hair fans out around her, a stark contrast to the dark fabric. I hover above her, my hands poised at her waist.
My hands slip lower, finding the waistband of her leggings, and I ease them down slowly. Her breath catches as I expose her, my gaze drinking in every inch of her. She’s stunning, captivating, and so damn vulnerable that it clenches something deep inside me.
I need to ease her symptoms with an orgasm.
Gently, I part her thighs, my breath hitching at the sight of her, glistening and ready. The heat coming off her is intense, beckoning me closer, and I can’t resist the call. My fingers glide over her sensitive folds, exploring, coaxing, and drawing out moans from her lips.
It calls to something primal within me, stirring the protective alpha instincts that have lain dormant until she sparked them to life.
