Page 106 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Need you, Oli,” he growls, a command that I can’t—and don’t want to—resist.
“Then have me,” I say, voice barely above a whisper as I step closer to him, closing the gap between us.
I position myself over him, hands braced on his broad shoulders. Chase’s hard cock stands proud, an invitation that sends waves of heat coursing through me. Our eyes lock, green on green, a silent conversation of need and want passing between us.
I keep my shirt on but pull my panties off.
Lowering myself onto him, I let out a long, shuddering breath. The sensation is exquisite—a slow slide of completion as he fills me inch by deliberate inch. The stretch and burn send shivers up my spine, and I pause for a moment to savor the fullness, the perfect fit of him inside me.
“Fuck, little rose,” he groans, and the sound vibrates straight to my core.
“Alpha,” I moan back, matching his tone.
The room around us fades away; it’s just Chase, me, and the undeniable electricity that crackles every time we touch. I rock my hips experimentally, gasping as he hits just the right spot, sending sparks of ecstasy zipping through my nerves.
“More,” I plead, nails digging into his skin, marking him asmine. I grab his wrist and lick my mark, making him moan.
“Anything for you,” he swears, hands gripping my hips, guiding our movements.
Once I’ve found the rhythm, sliding up and down on him, he shocks me by picking his sticks back up and starting to play again.
The steady throb of the bass drum pulses against my thighs as Chase sets into a rhythm that’s both a backdrop to his music and a call to my body. I grind down, matching each beat with an eager roll of my hips, feeling him deep inside me. The slick slide of our bodies in motion sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, and the occasional flash of his grin tells me he’s just as lost in this moment as I am.
“God, you’re so hot when you play,” I pant, my hands bracing on his broad shoulders. His sticks continue their dance, never missing a beat, even as his hips thrust upward into mine. Each movement is deliberate, and each note strummed on my nerves until I’m a live wire, buzzing with need.
“Keep moving, Oli,” he growls, and the rough edge of his voice makes more slick gush from me. “Just like that.”
His green eyes smolder with the same intense focus he uses in his drumming, but now it’s all for me. My heart hammers in tandem with the drums, our bodies creating a symphony of flesh and desire.
A low chuckle vibrates through him, and my hungry lips swallow the sound as I claim his mouth in a searing kiss. The room spins, every sensation heightened by the crescendo of music and moans.
“Chase…” My voice breaks on his name as the pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter with each masterful stroke of his cock and each reverberation from the drums. Thevibrations travel up through his body into mine, an electrifying current that threatens to overwhelm my senses.
“Let go,” he urges, sensing my imminent release. “Come for me.”
The drumbeat quickens, a frenzied pace that drives me onward, and I’m spiraling, hurtling toward that peak. My nails claw at his back, desperate for something to anchor me as I explode, crying out in tune with the pounding rhythm. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, and I’m floating, adrift in a sea of blissful satisfaction.
“Fuck, yes, Oli… just like that,” Chase groans.
The afterglow of my climax still hums through my veins as Chase’s hot breath tickles my ear, his voice a low, carnal growl. “Oli, you’re so tight, so perfect… Want me to take you even further?” His words drip with lust, his tone roughened by desire.
“Chase…” I whisper back, my body singing with need, every cell in my being screaming for more of this intoxicating connection.
“Tell me, little rose,” he says, each word punctuated by a thrust that makes me gasp. “Do you want me to fuck your ass? To stretch you and make you mine completely?”
I’m on the edge again, teetering at the precipice of another earth-shattering release from just the thought. “Yes,” I breathe out, the very idea igniting a wildfire within me.
Without missing a beat, we move together, our bodies in sync as if we’ve done this dance a thousand times before. I turn in his embrace, my legs shaky but determined, and face the drums. His chest is a solid wall against my back, his heart pounding in time with mine.
“Look at us,” he murmurs, his hands guiding my hips, hissticks digging into me as he positions me just right. “You’re such a goddess, Oli… ready to take all of me.”
I nod, anticipation coiling tighter in my belly. There’s no hesitation, only the fierce craving for the next level of pleasure Chase promises—a pleasure I know he’ll deliver in spades.
I’ve never done this, but my omega body is made to be taken by my alphas in every way. It feels fitting that my bonded mate will do this first with me.
My pussy has been dripping slick, so I know he’s lubed up enough.
Still, he takes it slow.
