Page 83 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Please,” I whisper, the word barely escaping before his fingers find their way under my skirt.
Chase doesn’t hesitate. His touch is skilled and confident ashe slips past the barrier of my panties, finding the slickness that’s been building since the first note I sang tonight. I gasp, my back arching off the plush seat, pressing into his hand like a lifeline.
Right now, it’s just us, his fingers moving in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
“Let go, Oli. I’m here,” he assures me, his thumb circling with a pressure that sends sparks through my veins. It’s building, that crescendo that promises release, and I cling to him, nails digging into his forearm.
Fucking finally, I get to come. Pleasure so intense it blanks my mind crashing over me until I’m screaming.
“Good girl,” Chase breathes out, and the pride in his voice warms me even as I shudder, coming down from the high. He’s there, still holding me together as I float back to reality, my desire for a knot temporarily sated, but the underlying need is simmering beneath the surface.
I open my eyes to Chase’s concerned gaze, his green eyes searching mine for signs of distress.
“Better?” His voice is soft.
“Much,” I admit, a small smile playing on my lips. The urgency of before has ebbed away, leaving behind a clarity that won’t last long.
“Oli,” he starts, hesitating as if choosing his words with care, “the heat isn’t over. You can have anything you want from us.” He pauses, his brow furrowed in concern. “Do you want us with you or for us to find you a safe place to go through it alone? Whatever you want.”
“Yes,” I find myself saying, my voice steady despite the drumbeat of nerves. “I want you there. All of you. I trust you.”
The relief on Chase’s face is palpable, and something warmblossoms in my chest at the sight. It’s a big step, one that might change everything, but as I look into his smoldering eyes, I know it’s the right one. Chase has always been a playboy, a charmer of the highest order, but with me, he’s different. He’s present, real in a way that tells me this isn’t just about the heat. It’s about connection.
“Okay, we’ve got you, Oli,” he promises, and I believe him.
And then, I’m lost to the heat.
Jack
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
WHAT HAPPENED ON STAGE? WHY WAS OLI HART CARRIED OFF BY JACK HANSLEY? IS OLI HART OKAY?
May 23rd
The door to the heat suite swings open with a beep of my key.
“We are here, Oli,” I say softly to the omega bundled up in Chase’s arms. He’s purring for her. It was the only thing to calm her down on the car ride over.
She’s absolutely mindless and lost to her heat, but she’s perfect.
Her head pops up, and she looks around, but it doesn’t feel like her eyes are seeing anything.
“It’s a nest for you, sunshine,” Aiden says, rubbing her back.
The room is designed for comfort—plush pillows, soft blankets, everything to make a nesting omega feel at ease.
With a burst of energy that belies her petite frame, she darts past us, a blur of movement and need. She’s a comet streaking toward the nest of blankets piled in the center of the suite, her instincts in overdrive.
“Oli, wait—” I start, but it’s useless. She’s already divinginto the softness, burrowing into the fabrics, surrounding herself with textures and scents that soothe the raging storm inside her.
“Let her be, Jack,” Chase says quietly, his hand landing on my shoulder. “She knows what she needs.”
I nod, knowing he’s right. We’re here to support, to be present, to give her what she craves when the time comes.
“It’s hard to wait here,” I quip, trying to keep the mood light despite the tension coiling in my gut. Alphas have to wait for their omega to invite them into the nest, even a temporary one like this.
She deserves a permanent nest, and we will have to provide it to her as her alphas for next time.
