Page 47 of Knot My Band: Part Two
I push my knot up into her, knowing she needs it. I lock her to me and feel the fluttering of her pussy around my knot as it expands further in her.
And then, it’s a chorus of climax, the crescendo of our combined moans filling the room as we shatter together. I hold her tight, anchoring her as she convulses around me, her orgasm triggering mine. My vision goes white-hot as I spill myself inside her, the piercings on my cock adding a layer of sensation that draws out the moment until it feels endless.
“Oli,” I gasp out her name like a prayer as I come inside her, filling her with my seed. There’s a primal satisfaction thatcourses through me, knowing I’m claiming her in the most intimate way possible.
Chase follows just moments after, his face contorting with pleasure as he spills into Oli’s waiting mouth. We’re a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, Oli caught blissfully between us.
I hold Oli tight to my body as I relax against the bathroom floor with my knot still locked up in her.
She sighs, snuggling closer to me. “I’m sorry this happened before our show.”
I grab her chin and tilt her face to look me in the eyes. “Don’t say that, baby girl. You’re our omega, and we will tend to you whenever you need it. No matter what. I would make everyone out there wait hours if you needed me.”
Chase kneels next to us and kisses Oli behind her ear. “And that was hot as fuck. I never want you to apologize after I came that hard for you.”
She smiles, and our words seem to satisfy her. My knot deflates and lets Oli move off me. I immediately miss her heat but know we need to put ourselves back together for the show. When my come starts dripping down her leg, I can’t stop myself from gathering it with my fingers and pushing it back inside her.
Chase helps me by grabbing her panties and sliding them up her legs just as I remove my fingers, keeping my come trapped in her for the entire show.
Alpha male pride surges through me at the thought.
Oli grabs my fingers and sucks them clean of our combined essence with a soft hum, and my dick twitches, ready for round two.
I put on a jersey as I catch Oli’s reflection in the mirror. She’s fixing her hair, a soft smile on those kiss-swollen lips, and damn if it doesn’t send another jolt of heat straight to my dick.
“Ready to rock this place, baby girl?” I quip, my voice still rough from the rush of what we just shared. The look in her eyesis pure fire, but there’s something else, too—a depth that speaks of more than just physical satiation.
“Always,” she replies, her tone laced with a hint of mischief. It’s that spark that always gets me—the way she matches my energy note for note, whether we’re on stage or tangled in sheets. As we step out into the frenzy of backstage Miami, I can’t help but feel like this is just the beginning.
We find Dax and Aiden waiting nearby. Oli goes right over to them, and they wrap her up and kiss her like she’s been gone for a week instead of an hour.
Then we have one of our best shows for Miami.
Dax
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART WILL BE AT THE EON FESTIVAL TONIGHT IN MIAMI, AN UNEXPECTED ADDITION JUST ANNOUNCED
June 19th
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach out to brush a strand of rose gold hair from Oli’s face. She’s curled into her nest of blankets, the soft rise and fall of her chest signaling she’s still sleeping.
“Oli,” I whisper, my voice carrying the burden of nerves I can’t fully hide. “Wake up, angel.”
Her eyelids flutter open. There’s a moment of grogginess, but then she focuses on me, and her brow furrows, picking up on my nervous energy.
“Dax? What’s up?” The rasp in her voice is straight-up intoxicating, even now.
I could crawl into this nest with her and hold my omega instead. The thought is so tempting, but I know I can’t.
Oli deserves this, and I promised myself I wouldn’t back out.
“Remember I mentioned going somewhere with me today?” My heart thumps against my ribcage, threatening to break free. “You still up for it?”
We have to leave early this morning to return in time for our show at the festival today.
She stretches like a cat, all languid grace and fluid movements. Then she sits up, her hair a wild cascade of waves around her shoulders with her bangs sticking in all different directions. “Of course, I’m still in.” Her smile spreads, slow and irresistible.
