Page 106 of Knot My Band: Part Two
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
REPORTS ARE COMING IN FOR THE ARREST OF MAY THRONTON AND TREVOR, FORMER MANAGER OF OLI HART AND THE EDGE, IN SCOTLAND
July 7th
We drop Cate and Riley off at their rooms, promising to check on them soon before returning to ours.
The hotel room door clicks shut behind us and Jack stalks toward me, a predator’s grace in each step, but there’s no fear—only anticipation.
“I was terrified today,” he murmurs, his voice deep and resonant. His hands reach my hips, his thumbs circling the fabric of my dress as if marking territory.
“I was too, but I’m here now, safe, and they’re in jail,” I say, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
“That’s the only reason I’m calm right now. You’re my everything, Oli. The reason for my existence.” He closes the gap between us, lips claiming mine in a kiss that’s all heat and promise—a clear demonstration of alpha possessiveness.
As Jack’s mouth moves over mine, Dax’s presence looms nearby, his energy like a storm cloud. He’s quiet and brooding, still furious with the day’s events.
“You are the reason we breathe, Oli,” Dax growls, his hazel eyes locked onto mine. His fingers weave into my rose gold hair, drawing me from Jack’s embrace.
The moment I’m within his grasp, he pulls me close, his kiss fierce, staking his claim as if reminding me where I belong.
Aiden watches from his corner, the keyboardist with the quiet intensity. When our eyes meet, there’s a silent understanding. He doesn’t need words to communicate his longing. His approach is gentle, but underneath lies an unspoken strength as he wraps an arm around me and guides me toward him.
“We can’t live without you,” Aiden whispers, his lips tracing the curve of my ear before finding my mouth. His kiss is soft, sweet, laced with the kind of passion that sneaks up on you—deep, consuming, yet entirely protective.
And then there’s Chase, utterly fixated on me. His sandy brown hair falls into his smoldering green eyes as he leans against the wall, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“You’re the only rhythm I know anymore,” Chase captures my chin, guiding my gaze to his. When his lips meet mine, it’s a rhythm that pulses through my entire body.
One by one, they surround me, a wall of muscle and warmth. Their scents mingle—chocolate chip cookies covered in a caramel sauce coated in salty goodness, a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven, and a perfect cup of coffee. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating. We fall into a dance of lips and tongues, of hands exploring and reaffirming bonds. With each kiss, their protective instincts wrap tighter around me, even as we bare ourselves to the raw vulnerability of shared passion.
“Let me show you what you mean to us,” Jack breathes against my neck, licking his mark, and the others echo his sentiment with touches and looks that speak volumes.
As we move together, the rest of the world fades, leaving only the thrum of our hearts and the heat of our bodies entwined.
My body is a symphony of need, every nerve ending strumming with anticipation as we all strip down naked. Slick trails down my thighs, a testament to how much I crave them—my alphas, my protectors, my everything. With a breathless giggle that vibrates through the charged air, I sink to my knees. The carpet of the hotel room grazes my skin, but all I can focus on are Chase and Aiden standing before me, their desires as tangible as the weight of their gazes.
“Look at you, Oli,” Chase murmurs, his voice threaded with that smoky timbre that always makes me wetter. “So ready for us.”
“Always,” I whisper back, reaching for him with eager hands. My fingers wrap around his length, firm and hot to the touch. Aiden watches with those soft brown eyes that see right through me, and I know he’s waiting, silently pleading for his turn.
I lean in, my lips parting as I take Chase into my mouth. The salty tang of his skin, the pulse of his heartbeat—I savor it all, swirling my tongue around him. He groans, a sound that vibrates through my core, and his fingers thread through my rose-gold waves, guiding me.
“Omega… your mouth,” Chase gasps, hips flexing instinctively.
I hum against him, pleased, then release him with a pop, turning to Aiden. His quiet intensity beckons me just as strongly. As I envelop him, taking him deep, I glance up. His eyes are closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, utter trust and pleasure etched in the lines of his face.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Aiden’s voice is a hushed praise, his hand caressing my cheek.
“Yourgood girl,” I correct, letting my words vibrate against him, eliciting a shudder from his frame.
“Oli, you’re incredible,” Aiden whispers, his voice breaking on the last word as I hollow my cheeks, drawing a moan from his lips.
“Damn right,” Chase growls, his impatience palpable. They’re both so different – Chase with his former playboy charisma, Aiden with his quiet strength – yet here, they unite in a singular need for me.
Their dirty talk wraps around me like a blanket, each word a spark that fuels the fire within. I switch between them, lost in the rhythm of desire, my own slickness coating my inner thighs more with each passing moment. Their dual praises become a chant, a litany that pushes me further, deeper into this haze of lust.
“Fuck, yes!” Chase exclaims, his hand tightening in my hair. “Just like that, little rose.”
