Page 114 of Knot My Band: Part Two
Dax clears his throat, and we all turn to him, his presence commanding even in the softness of the night. “And I,” he begins, his voice steady and sure, “am the one who has seen you at your highs and your lows, and I am here to tell you, Oli Hart, that you are extraordinary in every single one of those moments.”
Tears prick my eyes at Dax’s declaration, each word wrapping around me like the strongest arms. “You guys are too much,” I manage to say, my voice thick with emotion. “How did I get so lucky to have alphas like you?”
“Because the universe knew what it was doing,” Aiden replies, his gaze tender.
“Because we’re drawn to your light,” Chase adds, his smile warm and unwavering.
“Because you’re irresistible,” Jack winks, and the laughter that bubbles up inside me feels like a release.
“Because you’re ours, Oli,” Dax finishes, and the simplicity of his statement is more powerful than any grand gesture.
My heart swells, almost painfully so, filled to bursting with happiness and gratitude. Surrounded by these incredible men, each so different yet so perfectly attuned to me, a sense of fulfillment overcomes me. There’s no place I’d rather be than right here, basking in the love we share, feeling utterly content.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the hum of Paris below us. “For everything.”
“Always, Oli,” they say in unison, and the resonance of their voices is the sweetest symphony, promising adventures and melodies yet to come.
We sit in front of the Eiffel Tower, watching the light show while each of my alphas takes turns holding me.
Their warmth, scents, and touches end up working me up so much that I’m squirming in Dax’s lap.
“Maybe we should move onto phase two,” Dax suggests, kissing down my neck.
“What’s phase two?” I ask, hoping it is something that will handle this surge of need that has settled in my core.
“You’ll see,” Jack promises, picking me up and carrying me back to the car.
Laughter echoes down the opulent hotel corridor, mingling with the click-clack of my heeled boots. We’re a tangle of shared glances and barely-contained excitement, and each step closer to our room makes my heart beat a playful rhythm.
“Come on, Oli, don’t you want to know what’s waiting for you?” Dax teases, his voice a low hum that entrances me.
“Is it chocolate? Because you guys know how I feel about sugar,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light, but curiosity is clawing at me, fierce and relentless.
“Better than sugar,” Jack assures, that mischievous grin plastered on his face, one that tells me he’s holding back a secret so good it’s killing him not to spill it.
Chase chuckles, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “Patience, little rose, all good things to those who wait.”
Aiden’s hand brushes against mine, a silent message of anticipation that sets my nerves alight. The keycard beeps, the door swings open, and we spill into the suite, a flood of warmth and anticipation.
“Okay, spill it. What’s—”
“Wait,” they chorus, and Aiden guides me by the shoulders, steering me toward the window.
The Eiffel Tower looms outside, a lattice of golden lights against the deep indigo sky, its beauty almost ethereal. It’s magical, like something plucked straight from a dream. The soft glow bathes the room in a romantic haze, casting long shadows and painting us all in an amber hue.
“Wow,” I breathe out, pressing my palms against the cool glass, the city sprawling before me like a promise.
“Paris is beautiful at night, isn’t it?” Chase murmurs, his breath warm on my neck as he steps up behind me, and I can only nod, lost in the view, in this moment.
“Nothing compares to you, though,” Aiden adds softly, and my chest tightens because how does he always manage to say the perfect thing?
“Are you guys trying to make me cry again?” My voice quivers, laughter mixing with the overwhelming rush of emotion.
“Never,” Jack says, “We just want to show you how much you light up our lives.”
Their closeness is tangible, a living thing that wraps around me, soothing yet electric.
The moment Chase’s lips brush against the sensitive skin of my collarbone, a shiver races down my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands roam with purpose over my waist, drawing me closer against his solid chest. “You were a vision on stage tonight,” he whispers, and I can hear the truth in his voice, feel it in the reverent way he touches me.
