Page 71 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Mine,” he growls against me, his voice a dark melody that thrums through me.
Aiden’s touch is tentative on my hand, a stark contrast to the dominating way he holds me from behind. When his teeth close over the flesh of my palm, where I cradle my microphone.
“All of yours,” I breathe out, the words a tether that binds us together even tighter.
The tension coiling within me starts to unfurl as they reach their own peaks, releasing themselves inside me with groans that seem to vibrate against my very soul. I lean forward, seeking Dax’s chest, and press my teeth to his peck—a mirrored gesture, an echo of acceptance. He stiffens, a rumble of approval vibrating from his throat to my mouth.
I turn to Aiden, pulling his hand to me, and sink my teeth into him, just as he did to me. The room spins, the heat spirals, and the scent of chocolate chip cookies melds with cinnamon.
They flood me, warmth spreading, filling every crevice of my being until there’s no space left—just them, just us.
“Forever,” Aiden murmurs, the certainty in his voice wrapping around me like the most comforting of melodies.
And then it hits—the heat crashes down with the force of a supernova, bright and blinding and inescapable. There’s no turning back; I’m theirs, they’re mine, and this moment, this bond, it’s everything. As the world narrows down to just the beat of our hearts and the rush of our blood, I realize I’m exactly where I need to be.
Aiden
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WILL OLI HART AND THE EDGE CONTINUE AS ONE BAND AFTER THE TOUR ENDS?
June 20th
Oli’s heat is here, and it’s even stronger than the mini-heat we got her through last time. My alpha is in control now as I hold my bonded omega in my arms while I’m still knotted to her perfect ass.
I need to knot her, breed her, and satisfy her over and over again.
It’s my sole purpose in life.
She doses off on Dax’s shoulder on and off. When her eyes are open, she’s squirming on our knots, and it’s obvious she needs another orgasm to satisfy her omega.
My body is knotted to Oli’s, a primal union that anchors us together in this moment of vulnerability and unbridled need. I’m locked to her, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways, and the sensation—it’s indescribable. A warmth spreads from where we’re connected, radiating throughout my entire being, searing into my soul.
As I lie there, perfectly still, I can feel every quiver that shudders through Oli’s body, each one a silent testament to the intensity of her heat. She’s not really here with me, not inthe way she usually is—her eyes glazed over, her consciousness adrift on waves of overwhelming desire.
I watch as Oli squirms between Dax and me, her movements erratic and uncontrolled. Her rose gold hair is a tangled halo around her head, bangs sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. The sounds that escape her lips—they’re raw and real, and they tug at something primitive inside me. My protective instincts roar to life, a fierce satisfaction gripping me as I realize I can help.
“Easy, Oli,” I murmur, a low rumble against the chaos of her senses. “We’ve got you.” Despite the gruffness that typically characterizes Dax, his touch is surprisingly tender as he strokes her arm, his eyes softening with care that he seldom shows to the world.
“Shh, angel,” Dax coaxes gently, his bass player hands surprisingly delicate on her skin.
I can’t fuck her properly while we are knotted, but I can make her come.
I move with a rhythm born of instinct, my hips rolling into Oli’s ass in a gentle grind that contrasts the wildness of her heat. The silkiness of her skin against mine makes my pulse race, even as the room blurs out of focus—there’s only her, the shared pleasure lighting us up from the inside. I’m lost in the connection, the way it feels.
I feel Dax doing the same through the thin wall separating us. We find a rhythm that has our perfect omega moaning for us.
“Alphas,” she breathes out, and her voice is a melody that dances along my nerves. It’s a siren song, pulling me deeper into the moment. I feel the tension coiling in her body, winding tighter and tighter until she arches, a crescendo of sensation breaking over her, and I swear I can feel every ripple of her climax. It crashes into me, too, a tide of euphoria that swells within my being and binds me to her even more irrevocably. Ourbond pulses like a living thing, a vibrant thread woven through the fabric of who we are.
As Oli’s breaths begin to even out and her eyelids flutter closed, she leans on Dax’s shoulder.
Right now, while she’s satisfied with my and Dax’s knots, I need to take care of her in a different way.
My gaze drifts to Jack and Chase, who tiptoe around the nest like they’re afraid to wake a sleeping dragon.
They go to the kitchenette Dax had stocked for us before we came and start heating the premade meals.
I wonder how much salt is in those? Next time, we will make them from scratch for Oli.
