Page 70 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Absolutely gorgeous.”
Oli
DIRTY BETA GOSSIP COLUMN
ARE THE REMAINING ALPHAS OF THE EDGE TO BLAME FOR MAY’S DOWNFALL?
May 7th
Twinkling string lights cast a soft glow over plush pillows and cozy blankets as Chase and I step into my nest. It feels right to have him in here with me.
My heart swells, a wave of warmth rushing through me that has little to do with the heat of the room. I step closer, our bodies almost touching, the electric air between us charged.
“Thanks, Chase. For everything—for the date, including everyone, believing in my ability to handle myself and also making me feel cherished at the same time.”
His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining as if they’re meant to fit together, and his thumb strokes the back of my hand softly. “Oli, you don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve to be treated. You make it easy to be this…sweet guy you seem to think I am.”
“Sweet is not a word I’d use for the notorious playboy drummer,” I tease, but my voice is thick with emotion. For all his past, it’s the now that matters, and he’s here, with me,making me feel more seen than ever.
“Past tense,” he corrects me gently, his smile genuine and vulnerable. “No one else has mattered to me from the moment I met you. Even before I scented you, I didn’t notice anyone else anymore. You’re everything to me.”
“Good answer,” I quip, leaning into him, my nose brushing against his.
I inhale deeply, his scent wrapping around me, comforting yet intoxicating.
He smiles, but it’s not just any smile—it’s one laced with the kind of hunger that makes my knees wobble and my heart race.
“I can smell your perfume. Do you want me, little rose?” He leans closer, his breath a warm whisper against my cheek, giving me goosebumps.
My responding increase in perfume is his answer. He groans and pulls me tight against his body. I can feel his hard bulge pushing into me.
I reach out, fingers brushing the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling the solid wall of his chest beneath. My hand trails down, and his breath hitches ever so slightly, a sound that’s music to my ears.
“I want you, alpha,” I say, the words barely leaving my lips before Chase captures them with his own. It’s a deep and passionate kiss that envelops me. The spark of desire kindles into a raging inferno, consuming me with its heat.
My fingers trail up from his chest to his shoulders, mapping the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. He’s ripped under my touch, each ridge and plane a testament to the strength he commands when he’s on the drums. My hands roam, craving more of him.
“Omega…” His voice is a soft growl against my mouth, sending vibrations through me.
Chase pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet, and they’re smoldering.
His hands, those drummer’s hands, are gentle despite their power, caressing my sides and raising goosebumps on my skin. He grabs the bottom of my sundress and tugs it over my head, leaving me in only my bikini.
He steps back to stare at me from head to toe. “I knew this was a good purchase.”
“You got to see me in it all day.” I untie the top, letting it fall to the floor, before stripping out of my bottoms as well.
“Fuck, Oli, you are so fucking hot it makes me feel like I can’t breathe!”
His clothes are gone in seconds before he lifts me into his arms and throws me down into my nest.
“I need to taste you,” he declares, his words feather-light as they dance across my heated skin. I arch into him, craving the pressure, the connection that only he can give.
Chase’s skin against mine is electric, every contact sparking currents that race through my body.
Chase lowers his head, and his mouth finds that tender, aching spot between my thighs. I gasp at the contact, fingers tangling in his sandy waves as he sets a perfect rhythm.
His tongue licks long swipes through my pussy, and I know I’m dripping more slick for him.
