Page 59 of Knot My Band: Part Two
It’s ironic that he smells like cinnamon rolls when he is anything but a cinnamon roll.
“Comfortable?” Dax’s voice rumbles deep in his chest, the vibrations sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
“Yes,” I reply, tilting my head up to catch his hazel gaze. His eyes hold a storm of emotions, but it’s the softness there that has me sinking deeper into his side. “You’re like my personal human pillow.” My words are playful and teasing.
“Human pillow, huh?” He smirks, one hand reaching the small of my back, anchoring me against him.
Our laughter fills the car, mixing with the low hum of the engine as we speed away from the festival.
We get to the plane and hurry on. The thrum of the private jet’s engines is a low purr that syncs with my heart’s racing. We’re airborne, and I’m nestled into the luxe cream leather of the cabin seats, Dax’s arm slung casually over my shoulders. The soft glow of the cabin lights dances in his hazel eyes, turning them into molten pools of warmth.
“Hey, Dax,” I begin, my voice softening as I remember the electric moment from the festival stage. “That song was like you plucked it right out of my wildest dreams. How did you manage to surprise me like that?”
His thumb caresses the back of my hand as he shrugs modestly. “Let’s just say we have our ways. Besides, seeing that look on your face, the one filled with pure shock and joy? Worth every second of secrecy.”
The plane’s gentle rumble is a soothing bassline to the quickened beat of my heart. I lean in, curiosity piqued and eyes locked with Dax’s. “So, really, how did you pull it off? Did you guys sneak in rehearsals when I was sleeping or something?”
Dax chuckles, the sound deep and resonant. “The truth? We never practiced it, not once. I wanted to keep it a surprise.” He watches me closely, hazel eyes shining with mischief and pride.
My mouth drops open, shock mingling with delight. “What? You’re kidding me!” The admission sends a surge of warmth through my system. These alphas, my band, my pack, they’ve woven their loyalty into an unspoken song. “You all just…winged it?” I can’t help but laugh, incredulous and utterly charmed by their audacity.
“Every chord, every note,” he confirms with a nod, his lips curving into that lopsided smile that does funny things to my insides. “Figured it’d be more genuine. Raw.”
“Raw,” I echo, savoring the word as if it’s a new chord progression that I can’t wait to explore. “Well, you nailed it, Dax. It was perfect.” My admiration for him, for all of them, swells like a crescendo, filling the space between us with a harmony that’s ours alone.
I give Aiden, Chase, and Jack a look that has them pretending to be busy while I turn back to Dax.
“I’m ready to move on from our rocky start if you are, Dax. You’ve done more than enough to show me you regret your previous attitude and that you’re a wonderful alpha who deserves a mate. So, are you ready to move forward with me?” I ask.
Dax looks between my eyes multiple times, and I can tell he’s struggling. Then his eyes clear, and his lips tilt into a breathtaking smile. “Yes, angel, if you’re sure you forgive me, then I can move on.”
I wrap my arms around him and press a kiss on his cheek. “Then I want to bond with you during my heat.”
I can feel the shock rolling off him.
He leans in, his intense hazel eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that sends butterflies through me. “Oli, there’s nothing I want more,” he murmurs, and his voice vibrates with an honor so profound that it’s almost tangible. His hands, those strong bassist fingers that know every fret on the neck of his instrument, now trace the curve of my cheek with a gentleness that belies their roughness. “To bond with you, to be yours and you mine—I’ve never been more eager for anything in my life.”The passion in his words wraps around me like a melody, pulling me closer.
“Then it’s settled,” I whisper back, locking onto his gaze, feeling the promise of forever in this moment between us.
As the plane slices through the clouds, the world below us slips away, leaving just the two of us suspended in our own universe. I shift closer to Dax, hungry for his touch. His arm wraps around me, anchoring me to him like I’m the most precious chord he’s ever strummed.
“God, Oli, when you look at me like that…” He trails off, his voice husky, and I can feel the urgency radiating from him.
“Like what?” I challenge, feigning innocence while I trace the outline of his tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve.
“Like you can see right through me,” he confesses, and his words’ raw honesty makes my heart race.
Our banter dissolves as the tension between us crackles, electric and demanding. I tilt my head up, lips parted, inviting the kiss I know is coming. Dax’s mouth descends upon mine. His kiss is fervent, a fiery composition that speaks of longing held back too long. My fingers tangle in his dark hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until I’m lost in the intoxicating mix of his desire.
The small space around us heats up with the friction of our movements. I can feel every line of his body pressed against mine, every breath he takes syncing with my own. There’s urgency here, a desperate kind of tempo that has us moving against each other, seeking more even as the flames of our mutual yearning consume us.
“Olive,” he gasps against my lips, and there’s a reverence in the way he says my name that sends a jolt straight to my core. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and there’s a question there—one he doesn’t have to ask because my body is already answering, arching towards him in silent agreement.
“More,” I exhale, my voice laced with all the notes of our unspoken symphony. The crescendo is building, unstoppable.
The plane’s wheels kiss the ground, jolting Dax and me from our private universe. A symphony of seatbelt clicking follows, a mundane chorus after the fevered pitch of our connection. I sit up, suddenly self-conscious, smoothing my rose-gold waves back into some semblance of order.
“Talk about bad timing,” I mutter, catching Dax’s eye. His grin is all devil-may-care, but there’s a flicker of frustration that mirrors my own.
