Page 72 of Knot My Band: Part One
He fucks me hard, thrust after thrust, slamming into me.
“Chase,” I gasp, nails scratching down his back, “Knot me—please.” The request tumbles from my lips on a wave of desire so strong it’s almost an ache.
His thrusts pick up pace, a rhythmic dance that has my body singing. I’m close, so damn close, the pressure building like a symphony reaching its crescendo. His eyes lock onto mine, green to green.
I know I will be the first person he ever knots, and a primal piece of me loves that.
“Be a good girl and come around my cock, and I will give you this knot so you can come all over it again,” he demands.
Pleasure crashes over me in waves, relentless and all-consuming. My vision blurs, white-hot bliss obliterating everything else.
My body clamps down on him, gripped by the force of my climax, and I’m lost, completely undone by the intensity of it all.
The moment Chase’s body swells and he pushes his knot into me, locking us together, a gasp tears from my throat. It’s a sensation like no other, the fullness, the completeness—it’s as if every nerve ending comes alive, sparking with electric pleasure.
“God, Oli,” Chase groans, his voice ragged and raw. “Feeling you… so tight around me. This is… it’s unreal.” His hips give another gentle thrust, and the pressure of his knot pushes against that perfect spot inside me, sending jolts of intense satisfaction coursing through my veins.
I arch against him, the intimate connection binding us in the most primal and profound way.
He continues to move within me, each tiny motion driving the sensations deeper.
“Never felt anything like this,” he pants, his eyes burning into mine, his gaze searing with the same fierce desire that’s consuming me. “Being knotted with you, Oli—it’s like I’m part of you now. Fucking paradise.”
Our climax crashes over us, a storm of passion that drowns out the world. I cling to Chase, my fingers digging into the muscles of his arms, holding on to him as if he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to reality.
Our bodies shudder together, the intensity of our release amplified by the knot that has us locked in place, connected and inseparable.
We hold each other tightly, our hearts pounding in unison,our breaths coming in short, synchronized gasps. The afterglow wraps around us like a warm blanket, and at this moment, there’s no one else, nothing else, just Chase and me with the heat from his knot inside me.
My fingers trace the lines of his tattooed arms, feeling the power that lies beneath his skin.
His lips brush against my forehead, a tender gesture that speaks volumes. “Oli, you’ve given me something incredible,” he says, his voice husky with emotion. “I never knew it could be like this.”
“Me either.” My lips find Chase’s in a languid kiss.
We lay in each other’s arms, with Chase purring for me until I start falling asleep.
Chase breaks the silence with a chuckle, low and teasing. “You know, the rest of the pack is insanely jealous,” he says, his voice laced with mischief.
My cheeks heat at the thought, a mix of bashfulness and pleasure swirling within me. “Oh yeah?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
Our laughter rings out before Chase goes back to purring for me.
“I like your purr,” I confess.
His purr stops for a second before kicking back up doubly as loud. “It’s only for you.”
I snuggle in deeper and fall asleep, surrounded by the peace Chase gives me.
Dax
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MAY THORNTON IS VERY VOCAL ABOUT HOW MUCH OLI HART DOESN’T FIT IN WITH THE EDGE. IS IT TRUTH OR JEALOUSY?
May 13th
