Page 25 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Come on, alpha!” I shout back over my shoulder, racing through the maze of cables and props scattered backstage.
Aiden’s heavy footsteps pound the floor behind me, each thud sending a thrill up my spine. I weave between roadies and techs, throwing them apologetic smiles, but I don’t dare slow down—not when I can feel Aiden’s presence like a storm about to break.
Strong arms envelop me just as I make it on the bus, and I’m lifted off my feet with a gasp that’s half surprise, half delight. Aiden’s hot breath fans over my neck as he growls possessively, the sound a promise of what’s to come.
“Gotcha,” he murmurs into my hair, and the word sends a jolt right to my core.
“Good catch,” I manage to say, though my voice is breathy and my body is already aching for his touch.
The door to the bus slams shut behind us, the rest of the world forgotten as Aiden pins me to the nearest surface—the couch—his hands and lips claiming territory with a fervor that leaves no doubt of his intentions.
The moment Aiden’s fingers dig into my hips, I know resistance is futile—a shiver of anticipation races through me. His growl resonates deep within his chest, a primal sound that echoes the frenzied beat of my heart. As he spins me around and pins me to the couch, there’s a raw edge to his touch that sends sparks skittering across my skin.
“My omega,” he snarls, and it’s all the warning I get before he slams into me with an intensity that steals my breath away. My back arches off the couch, my fingers clawing at the fabric as he claims me with a ferocity that would scare me if it didn’t feel so damn exhilarating.
“Fuck, Aiden!” The words are torn from my lips, a mix of curse and plea as he sets a punishing rhythm. Every thrust rocks me to my core, the heat of him, the strength of him enveloping me whole. I’m caught in a storm, and the eye of it is the relentless driving force of his cock filling me again and again.
His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding—on my thighs, my waist, my breasts. Each touch brands me, leaving me more his than I was a second before. And I revel in it, in the wildness that consumes us both.
“Mine, Oli,” he grunts out between thrusts. “Say you’re mine.”
“Yours,” I cry out, not just in answer to his command but because it’s the truth etched into every cell of my being. “Always yours.”
When he knots me, it’s like being hit by lightning—everything else fades away until there’s nothing but the searing pleasure of his cock locked inside me.
“God, yes,” I gasp, riding out the aftershocks, feeling every tremor that ripples through Aiden’s body and echoes in mine.
Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MEDIA OUTLETS ARE DEMANDING INTERVIEWS WITH OLI HART AND THE EDGE AFTER THEIR RECENT SILENCE
June 7th
Dawn creeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled mess of sheets and limbs. My eyes flutter open, and I find Aiden nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
“Morning,” I murmur, my voice hoarse. His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer into the shelter of his embrace. I can feel the vibration of a low, contented purr emanating from his chest—a sound that speaks more than words ever could.
“Morning,” he replies, his lips pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. His brown eyes are soft with affection but still hold a flicker of the previous night’s fire. We’re a tangled mess of sweat and satisfaction, yet there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here, wrapped up in Aiden’s arms, surrounded by the lingering scent of our night.
Aiden’s fingers trace the contour of my face, his touch gentle as if he’s memorizing every feature. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, the words heavy with remorse that don’t match the wicked time we shared just hours ago. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
I catch his hand and press it against my cheek, turning to place a kiss on his palm. “Aiden,” I say, my voice low and laced with sincerity, “I loved every second of it.” I slide closer, our bodies still sensitive from the night’s escapades. “You showed me a side of you that’s raw, intense… and utterly irresistible.”
His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of discomfort, but all he finds is the heat that hasn’t quite died down—a flame that flickers back to life with each brush of skin against skin. “Are you sure?” he asks, but the concern in his gaze gives way to desire as I nod.
“Absolutely,” I confirm, pulling him into a slow, deliberate kiss that speaks volumes. Our lips move together in a dance as old as time, yet it feels new, charged with the depth of what we’ve shared.
“Then let me love you, slowly this time,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can only respond with a hum of approval as his hands begin their descent. They map a leisurely path down my body, igniting sparks wherever they roam.
“Show me how you love me,” I challenge, a playful smirk curving my lips.
“Challenge accepted,” Aiden replies, his voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down my spine.
Each touch, each kiss, each whispered confession of love becomes a stroke of color painting a picture of us—intertwined hearts finding their rhythm.
“I love you, Oli Hart,” he says, his breath warm against my ear as we move together in a gentle cadence.
