Page 87 of Knot My Band: Part One
Chase’s sturdy hands grip her waist from behind, guiding her movements as we find the perfect rhythm. “You’re doing so good for us, omega,” he murmurs into her ear.
Her hands find mine, lacing our fingers together, anchoring herself as she rides the waves of pleasure we’re giving her.
“Look at you, taking everything we give you,” I tease, my words a mix of admiration and challenge. “I bet you want more, don’t you, omega?”
“Yes, alpha,” she gasps, throwing her head back as Chase whispers encouragements into her neck, kissing her pulse point.
“Such a perfect omega,” Chase praises. His hands work in tandem with my thrusts, lifting and lowering her onto me with precision, each movement pushing us all closer to the edge.
My restraint is slipping as I buck my hips harder, driven by the instinct to claim, to satisfy.
I tease her flushed skin with my lips. The scent of her arousal is thick and intoxicating, and I can’t help but nip at the tender flesh of her neck, each bite eliciting a soft moan that stokes the fire in my veins.
“God, you smell so damn good,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. There’s a primal part of me that wants to mark her, to claim her, and bond her right now.
“Bite me, alpha,” she whimpers, tilting her head back to offer more of herself to me.
“No,” comes Jack’s cautionary tone from beside us. “We can’t go there, not yet.”
My instincts scream in protest, every fiber of my being straining against the invisible leash of restraint. I want to give her what she craves, what we both need. But I catch Jack’seye and see the silent warning there.
“Sorry, sunshine,” I whisper into Oli’s ear, my voice rough with the effort of pulling back. “Jack’s right. As much as I want to, I can’t.” My teeth graze her skin one last time, a promise of future pleasures etched in the fleeting touch.
She leans back into me, her body still quivering with unsatisfied need as she whines. I know her omega feels rejected based on her scent.
I brush a strand of her hair away from her face, letting my fingers linger on her soft skin. “I want you so much it hurts,” I confess, every word heavy with truth. “You’re my omega, but it’s got to be the right time for both of us.”
I can tell she doesn’t understand the words, but she relaxes in my arms when I start purring.
I wedge my hand between us and circle her clit. That’s all it takes for her to unravel above me, her body clenching around mine in sweet, spasming waves. I keep moving, keep thrusting, chasing her over that precipice until she’s crying out, her orgasm washing over her.
Her hips bear down, harder and harder, as Chase’s steady hands guide her, encouraging every motion.
I groan, my voice husky with desire as Oli’s hips press against me, urgency fueling every movement. My fingers grip her thighs, silently urging her on.
I can feel my knot inflating for her.
As she yields to the final push, my knot locks inside her. It’s incredible, and she screams out.
“You’re amazing,” I pant against her skin, fingers clinging to her as if this moment could stretch into eternity.
I come deep inside her as she squeezes around my knot.
Every pulse, squeeze, and movement sucks more come frommy cock. I give everything I have to my omega.
I could die a happy alpha with her like this.
Chase
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
INSIDER TELLS US OLI HART AND THE EDGE ALPHAS ARE MISSING FROM TRAVELING TOUR BUS
May 24th
As Aiden’s knot deflates, the tension in the room shifts. Oli is still under the haze of her heat despite taking two knots.
Her eyes, bright with that spark that first caught my attention, flicker up to meet mine. A sense of anticipation makes my heart pound harder, and her lips curl into a sultry smile.
