Page 4 of Knot My Band: Part Two
“Much,” he whispers, but the air is still thick with tension. “I’m going to make you some tea for your throat.”
Aiden stands up, the first to move away from me. Jack and Chase both stiffen.
My shoulders tense, recognizing the near-feral state they’re both teetering on. There’s a storm brewing inside Chase and Jack.
“Fuck. What else do you need, omega, that your idiot alphas didn’t get you?” Jack snarls.
“Jack-” I start.
With great reluctance, Jack peels himself away from me and moves to the kitchen. Within seconds, he’s back with a blanket and water.
The coolness of the water bottle against my palm grounds me as Jack, ever the caretaker, pushes it into my hand with a fierce protective look. His other hand drapes a soft blanket around my shoulders, his touch lingering just a moment too long, a silent promise to keep me safe. I take a sip, letting the refreshing liquid quench the pain in my throat.
“Better?” Jack asks, his voice low and laced with concern. He’s all playful energy on stage, but now, his blue eyes pierce through me with an intensity that tells me he’s not playing around regarding my well-being.
“Much,” I reply, managing a small smile for him. “Thanks, Jack.” The blanket smells like him, a mix of coffee and pastries, and it’s comforting in a way that makes warmth pool in my belly.
Aiden hands me a mug, and I alternate between sipping the tea and water, soothing my throat, and assessing myself. The medicine is kicking in and taking away my pain, but I still feel vulnerable and weak. I keep glancing at the door, afraid they will come back and finish the job.
It doesn’t feel real that I’m alive and with my alphas. I feel disconnected from my body and want to feel safe, secure, and alive.
Chase and Jack are still vibrating with a rage that helps me feel safe. They need me, and I need them.
Chase must feel that down our bond.
“Oli,” Chase says, his voice a velvet command that makes my pulse race. “Tell us what you need.”
My lips part, words failing me as my omega instincts whisper seductively of surrender. They want to be claimed, knotted, and filled in the most intimate of ways. But rationality tugs at me, a reminder that it might not be the time.
“I want to reassure my alphas.” My throat tightens, the bond pulsating, telling me they need this, need me, in a way that goes beyond reason.
“Oli-” Jack is about to go all alpha and tell me no, even though he needs me just as bad.
“Chase is practically feral. He needs to know his omega is okay, and words and reason aren’t going to do it right now. You need me, too, and you can make sure I don’t hurt myself more. The doctor suggested it,” I reason.
I stand up off Dax’s lap. The rumble in Dax’s chest is a protective growl, vibrating through the cramped space of the tour bus.
“Are you okay, Dax?” I ask, my voice softer than the buzz of tension that fills the air. But he just nods, jaw working as if chewing on words he can’t bring himself to spit out.
“Leave him,” Chase snaps, and I turn to find his green eyes blazing with something feral. There’s a wildness there that pulls at something deep within my core.
He’s rubbing up against me, back and forth, marking me with his presence in a way that’s half comforting, half alarming.It’s raw and unrestrained, and my breath hitches at the friction, even as my heart races.
“Easy,” I murmur, reaching out to place a calming hand on his forearm. But Chase is beyond easy now, caught in the throes of an emotional storm that seems to have no end. His skin is hot beneath my fingers, thrumming with the beat of an invisible drum.
“Omega,” he groans, and there’s desperation in his voice, a plea for something only I can give him. His movements become more insistent, and I’m caught between wanting to soothe him and wanting to stoke the fire building inside both of us.
“Chase, look at me,” I command, and after a moment, he does, his gaze locking onto mine. The wildness doesn’t abate, but there’s recognition there, too, a tether that connects us, unspoken but more potent than any physical bond.
“Focus on me, Chase. Just me.” My voice is firmer now, threaded with the authority my omega status rarely wields. And it works; Chase stills, though his body continues to thrum with barely leashed power.
The medicine has kicked in, making it easier to talk.
“Need you,” he whispers, and it’s not a confession but a declaration that has my heart pounding and my body warming in response. I can’t deny the connection, the magnetic pull that draws me to him, the urge for me to be the calm in his storm.
Chase takes my hand with an intensity that rattles my bones, and Jack flanks my other side. Their bodies radiate a fervent urgency that makes me quiver.
We make our way back towards my nest, but Aiden stops us. “I might not need this like you two do, but I can’t let her out of my sight.”
