Aiden
PACK EM UP GOSSIP COLUMN
THIS REPORTER SWEARS TO UNCOVER THE RELATIONSHIP OF OLI HART! FANS WANT ANSWERS!
June 12th
W e walk off the stage with Oli right next to us, and it feels so much better than when she separated from us at the end of the show.
I grab her hand and hold her close, earning a smile.
Of course, we never get a moment of peace, so when we get to the dressing room to grab our stuff and go to the bus, the head of the new security team is standing there waiting for us with a grim expression.
“What’s wrong?” Oli asks immediately. Her omega instincts probably picked up on his tension right away.
“We’ve got a situation. Police have been looking for Trevor and May since last night. They’ve disappeared,” Saint says, tension lining his words.
“Fuck!” Dax shouts.
“Let’s stay calm. We have security in place to keep us safe. We need to give the police time to find them,” Jack says, calmer than I expected.
All four of us move closer to Oli.
“Trevor used the opportunity of being in charge of the security team to his advantage. I doubt he will strike again when there’s nothing to gain from it. May wouldn’t fill in for me anymore,” Oli says, squeezing my hand.
“Oli is right, but that doesn’t mean we will bring our guard down,” Saint says.
I nod, but the tension is higher than when we walked into the room. None of us will feel better until Trevor and May are behind bars where they belong.
No one hurts my omega and gets away with it.
Miranda and Riley walk in and frown.
“We need to get moving to make our next show. Unless something happened?” Miranda asks.
We quickly inform them of the situation, and Miranda stands taller. “We will keep this tour and everyone on it safe.”
Oli steps forward and grabs Riley’s hand. “If you want to go home to Brad, I wouldn’t blame you. It’s not feeling very safe to be around me right now.”
Riley shakes her head. “Of course I’m not leaving. Don’t be crazy! I might invite Brad to join us on tour because he will freak out when I tell him, but I’m not sure if he will come.”
Jack steps forward. “It might be better if you don’t tell him.”
I can’t help but agree. We need to keep this away from the press.
Oli shakes her head. “I trust Riley’s judgment. If she can trust Brad, then we can, too. I want to leave the choice up to her. He can join us for as long as he wants.”
Riley pulls her into a hug. “Thank you. I’ll think about it. I’m not sure what I’ll do yet.”
I turn to look at Saint. “And you have someone watching over Riley as well, right?”
We discussed it at our first meeting, but I want to be sure they’re following up.
“Absolutely,” Saint declares.
Riley narrows her eyes at Oli but doesn’t protest.
Chase turns to Miranda. “We will get to the bus and get going. Thank you.”
She looks out the door behind her. “One more thing. There’s a media circus out there. We’ve kept them back, but the press has nearly tripled since the start of the tour. I have more people coming for the next show, but you should all travel to the bus and pass them together.”
“Thank you,” Jack says, wrapping an arm around Oli and pulling her into his body.
As we spill out of the venue’s side exit, I stay glued to Oli’s side, her rose gold waves brushing against my arm.
“Keep your heads down and walk fast,” Jack mutters ahead of us.
People line the barriers. It seems like a mix of fans and reporters. Usually, the attention would feel good, but it feels like a threat right now. I can’t help but search every shadow and face for danger lurking out of sight.
“Smile, but keep moving,” I whisper to Oli, feeling her tense beside me.
“Always do,” she says, her voice steady even as her fingers tighten around mine.
Flashes pop like fireworks, each burst leaving ghost images dancing across my vision. I blink them away, trying to focus on what matters- getting Oli to the bus safely.
“Are you a pack?” The question cuts through the noise, sharp and unexpected. An aggressive reporter bulldozes her way through the crowd, recorder in hand and determination etched into every sharp angle of her face. “The fans want answers, Oli!”
“Sorry, no comment,” Jack snaps.
She gets closer. The reporter’s hand shoots out, snatching Oli’s arm with a grip meant to stop our movement.
With a fluid motion that belies my usually reserved nature, I step in front of Oli, shielding her with my body. My muscles coil, ready to spring into action if necessary. Every sense is heightened, honed in on the threat.
“Let go,” I command, my tone leaving no room for argument. The reporter’s grip slackens just as our security detail descends upon her.
They’re efficient, a testament to their training and experience. One of them, a burly man with biceps that rival the girth of tree trunks, gently pries the reporter’s fingers from Oli’s arm while another steps between us and the intrusive journalist.
“Time to back off,” one of the twin security guards growls, his presence an immovable force. The reporter, outnumbered and outmatched, relinquishes her hold completely, a scowl marring her features as she’s ushered away, her notepad clutched like a shield before her.
“Are you alright?” I ask Oli, turning to her with concern. She nods, her emerald eyes wide but unharmed.
Relief floods me, but it’s tinged with a residual anger that simmers beneath the surface. My protective instincts are still on high alert, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like a drumbeat. I’m always ready to do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
As we plow through the sea of fans, their cheers and camera flashes a dizzying storm, I tuck Oli into my side. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and I fight to calm the tempest of protective fury that was unleashed moments ago.
I’ve never had trouble controlling my alpha instincts, but I’m glad they’re flaring now when Oli needs them.
“Let’s go,” I urge, guiding her forward with a gentle push to her shoulder. We move quickly to the bus, a haven in the near distance. My heart won’t settle until we’re enclosed in its steel embrace, away from prying eyes and probing questions.
“Nearly there,” I murmur close to Oli’s ear, steering us toward the haven of our tour bus. She leans into me, her warmth a balm to the chaotic churn of my thoughts.
“Thanks,” Oli breathes once we reach the safety of our makeshift home.
Jack and Dax exchange grim looks before stepping off into the night to confer with our security team, their silhouettes framed by the bus’s doorway. I watch them go, and I’m grateful we have a pack to handle it.
“Hey, , she’s shaking,” Chase says quietly, his green eyes reflecting concern as he nods toward Oli.
I switch gears, leaving the residual tension at the door as I turn to her. She tries for a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach those sparkling green eyes. “You’re okay now, Oli. We got you,” I reassure her, my voice soft but firm.
“I’ve never been so jumpy,” she says, confused.
Chase grabs her hand. “After everything you’ve been through, it’s natural. Don’t worry about it.”
Chase and I guide Oli to her makeshift nest in the back. It’s my favorite place now, and I know it will provide her with the comfort she needs.
With every step closer, I feel the need to make her feel safe, to wrap her in the comfort only we can provide.
As soon as we are in her nest, Oli leans in to kiss Chase before turning to me.
Oli shifts, beckoning me closer with a crooked finger and a flirtatious glint in her eye that tells me exactly what she wants.
“Do you want us to make you feel good, little rose?” Chase asks, smirking. “I can feel your need for us down our bond.”
Oli nods, smiling at me shyly.
“I bet is dying to taste your perfect pussy. Why don’t you ride his face?”
Oli and I haven’t done that yet, but my answer is, “Hell yes.”
I lay on the bed and pull her over me without hesitation. The skirt she performs in makes it easy to rip her panties off and have access to her.
Her slick smells like delicious strawberries and cream, and I am dying for dessert.
My hands find her hips, guiding her down until her warmth hovers just above my lips. She resists me, and I look at Chase.
He’s better at dirty talk and direction, but I’ll learn from him.
“Sit on him, little rose. He can take it, I promise. He wants you to suffocate him with that perfect pussy.”
“Fuck yes, I do,” I whisper before tugging her down until I’m drowning in her slick.
My tongue teases her folds gently at first, eliciting a soft gasp that spurs me on. The taste of her is intoxicating. I crave it like an addict. I explore her, learning the rhythm that makes her thighs tremble, listening to the sounds she can’t help but make.
Her fingers tangle in my spiky black hair, guiding me, urging me deeper. I oblige eagerly, my movements becoming more insistent. I suckle at her sensitive clit, feeling her body respond with an unrestrained shudder. The sound of her moans fill the room.
“Right there, … oh alpha…” she pants, and I double my efforts, wanting to etch this moment into my memory.
Chase’s voice is a low thrum, warm encouragement that spills into the space around us, amping up the electricity in the air. “That’s it, Oli,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over her back in soothing strokes that belie the intensity of his gaze locked on me. “You’re doing amazing.”
I start purring for Oli, sending vibrations through her core, and more slick floods my face.
Chase growls. “I want you to come on your alpha’s face. He wants to drown in your slick so bad he’s purring for you. When you come for him, I can slide my cock into you and fuck you like I’m dying to. I’ll knot you so you’re stuck with me forever.”
That sends her over the edge. Oli comes with a scream, and her body quakes with her climax.
“That’s it, good girl. Your alphas are so proud of you. You came so good for us,” Chase whispers in her ear.
Oli shifts into his arms, and he pulls her into the center of the nest before stripping her clothes off.
While Oli was riding my face, he must have gotten undressed at some point because now they’re naked while my cock is trying to escape my pants through force.
Chase meets my eye, a silent nod passing between us—it’s time to take this further. We’re going to fuck her together. The promise of what’s to come sends an anticipatory shudder through me.
“Ready for more, little rose?” Chase’s voice is husky, laced with the raw edge of his desire.
“Always,” Oli breathes out, her eyes hazy and fixed on me.
With a shared understanding, I position her over me, the head of my cock pressing against the wet, inviting warmth of her pussy. Sliding in is a revelation each time; she’s tight, hot, clenching around me in a way that pulls a groan from deep within my throat. The slow drag as I bury myself inside her is exquisite torture. I thrust up again, setting a rhythm that has her panting my name, her stare locked on mine.
“Fuck, … yes…” Her voice breaks on a high note as I angle my hips, reaching deeper, ensuring every stroke rubs against that sweet spot.
“Look at her, ,” Chase encourages from behind her, his hands gripping her hips now. “She’s perfect.”
I can only agree as I watch Oli, lost in the sensation between us. Then Chase gathers up her slick and coats his dick before he aligns himself, pressing the tip of his cock against her ass.
Her sharp intake of breath is all the signal we need.
“Relax, sunshine,” I whisper, peppering kisses along her jawline, trying to ease her as Chase begins to push inside.
I can feel the added pressure of his length nudging against mine through the thin barrier that separates us. It’s an indescribable feeling, both foreign and intensely arousing.
Our movements become synchronized, Chase and I becoming two halves of a whole as we move in tandem—thrust and retreat, push and pull. Oli is caught between us, her breaths coming in short bursts as we fill, stretch, and claim her in the most primal sense.
“You’re so tight for us, Oli,” Chase groans, his pace relentless. “So fucking good.”
“Chase…” Oli’s voice is a strained whisper, her hands clutching at my shoulders for purchase as we drive her toward another peak.
The sight of her writhing between us, the feel of her snug warmth enveloping me, it’s all-consuming. I chase the burn in my muscles, the coiling tension in my gut, as we move as one entity, a tangle of limbs and whispered affirmations.
Chase’s dirty talk punctuates the air.
“I’m impressed, sexy omega, taking us both like the star you are,” Chase breathes out, his voice a low growl.
“Chase, …” she gasps, and I can feel her inner walls fluttering, gripping me tighter, and fuck, it feels so good.
“Can you feel how much she loves it, ?” Chase teases.
“She’s squeezing the life out of my cock,” I groan back.
Her climax builds like a crescendo, and when she comes, it’s with a cry that could be a chorus all on its own. The clench of her around me is intense, almost too much, but I never want it to end.
Her pleasure courses through me, multiplying my desire, and I need to come deep inside her.
“Oli… you’re amazing,” I pant, each word punctuated by a thrust.
Chase is right there with her, his groan mingling with ours. “Knot the fuck out of our omega, .”
I don’t need to be told twice. When Chase pulls out, I push my knot in, and it swells even more, locking my perfect omega to me.
Words get lost as I follow her over the edge, my release hot and overwhelming.
I pull Oli closer, the warmth of her body seeping into mine, and we collapse together in a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths.
Chase’s steady breathing on the other side of her syncs with ours. He holds Oli from behind while I still have her knotted to me.
“Feeling okay, sunshine?” I whisper into the tangle of rose gold waves spilling across my chest.
“Mmm,” she hums, her voice sleepy and content. “Never better.”
Her words are a soothing balm to the worry etched into my bones earlier. My protective instincts, which flared so fiercely, settle like dust after a storm. Here, with Oli nestled between Chase and me, everything else fades. It’s just us—no threats, no anxiety, no endless questions without answers.
“Good.” I kiss her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent that is uniquely hers. “That’s all I need to hear.”
Chase shifts slightly, his hand finding its way to her waist, a silent statement of his presence, his protection too. “We’ve got you, Oli. You’re safe here—with us.”
“Always,” I add, sealing the promise with another kiss, this one pressed to the crown of her head.
In the quiet that follows, I let myself get lost in the feel of her against me—the softness of her skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the heat where we’re still connected. It’s a peace I’ve never known before, a fulfillment that goes beyond physical satisfaction. It’s the kind of serenity that comes from knowing you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
“Love you both,” she murmurs, so faintly I might have imagined it if not for the squeeze she gives my hand.
“Love you more,” I reply automatically, a smile playing on my lips. I mean it—every word.
As her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep, I hold her tighter, committing this moment to memory. And I finally allow sleep to claim me.