Page 24 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“God, Aiden,” I cry out when he hits that perfect spot. Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and my entire being is focused on the sheer intensity of the sensation. There’s no holding back the keening plea that rises from deep within me: “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”
He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through me. I know he hears me and understands me, even in this mindless state.
The raw power in Aiden’s grip sends shivers down my spine as he pins me against the wall, his breath hot and erratic against the curve of my neck. His growl rumbles through the dim backstage, a primal declaration that echoes off the concrete.
“Fuck,” he snarls, the words laced with an animalistic desire that burrows deep into my core. “I’m gonna fill you with so much of my come, you won’t know where I end and you begin.” His voice is a dark promise, one that stirs the very marrow of my bones. “I need to knot you, claim you—make you mine over and over until you can’t fucking forget it.”
Something about how he says it, raw and unfiltered, has my heart thundering in my chest. It’s all-consuming, this need, like a wildfire that refuses to be tamed.
“Aiden,” I pant, trying to push against the relentless tide of his arousal. “You can’t knot me, not here, not now.” My protest is feeble, almost an afterthought, lost in the sea of sensation he’s stirring within me.
But he doesn’t waver, doesn’t even blink. He stares straight into my eyes, his gaze burning with an intensity that sears right through me. And then, with an unwavering certainty that leaves no room for doubt, he surges forward, sealing our bodies in the most intimate of embraces.
“Can’t I?” he challenges just before his body locks with mine.
The world narrows down to him, to us, to this moment. Everything else fades away—the distant hum of the crowd, the muted footsteps of crew members beyond the curtain. There’s only the sharp intake of breath as he knots me, and the reality of being wholly, irrevocably claimed.
The sensation is a lightning strike, an electric shockwave that ripples from where Aiden and I are joined and radiates to every extremity. It’s intense, almost too much, but it’s exactly what I crave. My body clasps around the knot that swells, anchoring him deep within me, and pleasure cascades in relentless waves.
“Ah—Aiden!” My voice is high-pitched as the climax overtakes me. I ignore the pain in my throat as my inner muscles flutter and spasm, milking him for all he’s worth. I’m floating, soaring on the high of being so utterly filled and stretched.The world spins, a kaleidoscope of color behind my tightly shut eyelids, and all I can feel, all I can know, is this all-consuming bliss.
“Oli?” The voice cuts through the haze, sounding both startled and laced with concern. It’s Chase.
The curtain whisks back with a rustle that seems disproportionately loud, and there we are, exposed. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene before him: Aiden, feral and possessive, still buried inside me; me, breathless and flushed with a post-orgasmic glow.
“Chase,” I gasp, not quite able to process his sudden appearance. “Aiden is in a rut.”
He bursts out laughing. “Clearly. Damn, this is where he chose to take you? I felt your pleasure through our bond.” His gaze flickers between us, trying to make sense of the scene.
I can’t help it—the laugh bubbles out of me, loud and clear, echoing off the dimly lit backstage walls. It’s absurd, this situation, and yet so fiercely us. Aiden, though, remains singularly focused, aggression pouring off him like heat waves. The wildness in his eyes sends another shiver down my spine.
“Chase,” I say again, still chuckling but with an edge of urgency now. “Mind getting Dax and Jack over here? Aiden’s not exactly himself at the moment.”
With a shake of his head—part exasperation, part amusement—Chase sets off to find the others, his sandy hair catching the stray lights as he disappears around the corner. My heart is still racing, both from the adrenaline of the show and the potent aftermath of Aiden’s fucking.
“Stay with me, Aiden,” I murmur, running a soothing hand through his spiky black hair. His growl vibrates against my skin, a primal sound that thrills me to my core. But even as he holds me captive against the wall, I feel safe, wrapped in the raw strength of his arms.
“Oli,” comes Jack’s incredulous voice moments later, followed by Dax’s low grunt of acknowledgment as they take in the sight before them. They’re each a masterpiece of concern and disbelief, their expressions mirroring the chaos of our unconventional after-show celebration.
I look at them over Aiden’s shoulder, still knotted and unable to move away. “It wasn’t my choice of location!”
Jack smirks, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, while Dax crosses his arms. His own hazel gaze softens despite his gruff exterior.
Jack chuckles as he drapes the blanket over my shoulders, a poorly stifled snort escaping him. “Only you, Oli,” he says with that playful glint in his blue eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“Shut up, Jack,” I retort, but I can’t help the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. Aiden’s chest rumbles against me, a low warning growl to our packmates that he’s still very much in his rut.
Dax steps forward, all grumpy concern and furrowed brows, forming a human shield with Chase and Jack. They position themselves like sentinels, their broad figures casting shadows that shield us from any accidental audience.
“Good thing we’ve got this place locked down,” Chase mutters, shaking his head, but a twinkle in his green eyes tells me he’s more amused than annoyed.
Aiden’s grip finally loosens as the intensity of the moment wanes, the knot deflating. My breath comes easier now, and I start to wriggle free from the remnants of his powerful hold. With careful movements, I adjust my skirt and reach down to hastily fix Aiden’s pants.
“Okay, big guy,” I whisper, brushing a kiss against his still-flushed cheek. “Let’s take it back to the bus, yeah?”
But as I tease him with a light pat on his behind, it’s clear Aiden’s nowhere near done. His eyes flash with that familiar fiery need, a silent vow that this show is getting an encore.
“Come on then,” I challenge, slipping out from under the blanket with a sly smile. I dart away, knowing full well he’s right on my heels, eager and ready for round two, and I can’t suppress the shiver of anticipation that zips through me as he chases me.
