Jack
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
MIAMI IS READY FOR THE ALPHA AND OMEGA TOUR AS THE US LEG COMES TO AN END
June 18th
B ackstage is buzzing like always, but I’m tuned into one thing only—Oli. She’s fidgeting with her skirt, her usual sunshine self clouded over with something like… restlessness?
“Hey, baby girl,” I call out, my voice a playful melody against the chaos of prep. She jerks her head up, bangs swishing across her forehead, and damn if her bright green eyes don’t hit me like stage lights.
“,” she breathes, and a tremor in her voice cranks my curiosity to eleven. I cross the room, watching her swallow hard. Something’s up with my vibrant omega, and I need to know what.
“Everything good?” I ask, leaning on the wall beside her.
“Y-yeah, all peachy,” she stammers, but her fingers betray her, playing with her bangs.
My gaze follows the movement, and my senses sharpen. That’s when it hits me—a scent that’s pure Oli but turned up to max volume, sweet strawberries, and graham crackers wrapping around me. It’s a siren call. My body knows it before my brain catches up.
“Are you perfuming for me, baby girl?” I tease, smirking as I catch the pink flush creeping up her neck. The realization dawns clear as a high note—she’s in preheat. It can happen up to a week before an omega’s heat.
I snatch her arm and pull her behind me. The buzz of the backstage chaos fades as I guide her through the maze of equipment and crew members.
“Where are we going?” Her voice is a mix of confusion and trust, laced with that undertone of neediness that only I seem to pick up on right now.
“Somewhere private.” I keep my touch feather-light on her, protective instincts on full alert.
We slip into an empty bathroom, and I shut the door behind us. The sudden silence feels as thick as velvet, intimate and private. The air conditioning whispers across my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating off Oli.
“Better?” I ask, watching her closely.
“Much,” she admits, her gaze locking onto mine, a silent thank you glittering in those bright green eyes.
I lean back against the door, arms folded over my chest, letting myself take in the details – how her bangs stick to her forehead slightly, proof of her inner fire, the rise and fall of her chest a little too quick, a little too shallow.
Excitement coils tight in my stomach, anticipation buzzing through my veins. Oli’s heat is coming, and the thought has every alpha cell in my body standing at attention, ready to answer the call. I’m going to bond with her, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
“?” She bites her lip, uncertainty flickering across her face.
“Oli,” I say, pushing off from the door, inching closer to her. “I’m counting down the seconds until your heat. I’m so fucking lucky I get to take care of you right now.” My words are a promise wrapped in the husky tones of desire.
“Are you now?” There’s that spark of hers, teasing me with a smile that says she knows exactly the effect she has on me.
“Hell fucking yes,” I affirm, and it’s the truth.
I close the distance between us, letting my fingers brush against hers, a spark of connection in the simple touch.
“I love you, and I’ve got you, Oli. I’m not going anywhere. We will satisfy that need that’s driving you insane. Then you can go perform for all your fans like two alphas didn’t just fuck you.”
The blush creeping up her neck tells me she liked my words. She’s responding, her body leaning into mine almost imperceptibly, drawn to the satisfaction I’m offering.
“Two?” She quirks an eyebrow.
I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Chase, letting him know where we are and what his omega needs before unlocking the door for him.
“Yes, we need to make sure you’re satisfied enough to last the whole show. We are going to fuck the preheat right out of you.”
“Promise?” The word is a whisper, fragile and hopeful, and it clenches something deep inside me.
“Cross my heart,” I vow, and I mean it. Because when it comes to Oli, I would do anything for her.
I slide a comforting arm around Oli and pull her close. My hands are gentle but firm on her hips, grounding her. She trembles slightly under my touch, her breath hitching as I press my nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent that’s purely Oli. My heart kicks up a notch, desire threading through my bloodstream like electricity, but I keep it in check. This moment is about her comfort and her needs.
“…” Her voice is a sigh, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin.
I lean down to capture her lips with mine. With every brush of my lips, I pour all the tenderness I have into it, and when I pull back, her eyes are a little clearer, a little steadier.
I ease her back against the sink, my body covering hers. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slide them off along with her panties, exposing her to my hungry gaze. Her skin is hot to the touch but not quite a fever.
“… please…” Her plea is music to my ears, and I’m not one to disappoint.
“Anything for you, Oli.” I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock with its glinting piercings that I know drive her wild. The sight of them catches the light, and her breath catches in her throat.
I position myself between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of my piercings.
Slowly, I push inside, feeling the snug warmth of her envelop me. A moan escapes her, and it’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. I start with soft, shallow strokes, each one deliberate, letting the piercings add an extra layer of sensation. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in as if trying to pull me deeper.
“Alpha… more…” Her voice cracks on the word, and I comply, increasing my pace, my thrusts still gentle but insistent. Her hips rise to meet mine, seeking that sweet friction, and I angle my hips to hit all the right spots.
As her inner walls clench around my cock, I know I’m doing exactly what she needs.
The door barely clicks shut behind us when the air shifts, a familiar presence tugging at the edges of my awareness. Without turning around, I know it’s Chase.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice low and steady. There’s no need for more words; his eyes flicker to Oli and then back to me, a silent conversation flowing between us. We both know why we’re here and what’s at stake as Oli’s preheat wraps us in its insistent pull.
“Chase.” I acknowledge him with a nod, our mutual concern for Oli pressing down on us.
Oli’s gaze flits between us, her lip caught between her teeth again, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil.
“Couldn’t keep away, huh?” I tease, but my chest tightens at their bond, so tangible, so damn undeniable. He’s got this gravitational pull on her, one I envy deep down.
“Can you blame me?” Chase’s voice is low, rumbles through the already thick air, laced with concern and something fiercer. “She needs us.”
I can’t argue with that—it’s written all over her flushed face, the way her body arches for more. He rounds the sink, his gaze locked on Oli, and I’ve never seen anything more predatory, more protective. It’s a heady mix.
“Please,” Oli gasps out, and my name hangs on her lips, but her eyes flicker to Chase. She wants us both, needs us both.
In a fluid motion, Chase unzips his jeans, freeing his cock with a confidence that only heightens the rawness of this moment. He strokes himself, and I swear Oli’s temperature spikes another few degrees.
I know Oli needs us both, so I lower her to the floor on top of me so she can reach Chase, too.
Oli tries to take his cock in her mouth but I pull her back. “You have to protect your throat, baby girl.”
Her whine makes my knees weak as my alpha surges forward demanding we help her.
“I need his come down my throat,” she demands.
“Then I’ll be real gentle and you can’t take me deep. Deal?” Chase offers.
She nods eagerly, looking up at both of us smugly. What a little brat.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” Chase murmurs, and he guides himself to her mouth, watching her lips part eagerly around him. The sight sends a surge of jealousy through me, sharp and unexpected. I want that connection they share. I want to be the one she seeks in every needful moan.
After her heat, when I bond her, I will.
But as I watch her take him in, her cheeks hollowing, the jealousy fizzles out, replaced by pure, unadulterated desire. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure, Oli’s muffled moans vibrating against Chase’s shaft, the slick sounds of my cock moving inside her, hitting deeper with each stroke.
“Fuck, that’s it, Oli. You’re doing so good,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her back onto me with every thrust. I can feel her unraveling, her inner walls fluttering around me in a way that has me fighting to keep control.
“Look at her, ,” Chase breathes, his voice flecked with awe and lust as he watches Oli work his tip with her mouth, “She’s perfect.”
“Keep going, baby girl,” I grunt, feeling her clench around me, a sign she’s close. “You’re so close.”
“Come for us, Oli,” Chase adds, his hand slipping into her rose gold waves, guiding her head gently so she doesn’t take him too deep.
I love being her alpha and caring for her when her heat comes. I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Chase groans, his hips bucking into her mouth as he fights for control. “You’re incredible, Oli,” he praises, voice strained.
A surge of pride swells as I watch Oli’s lips slide over Chase, her moans vibrating against him. My hands grip her hips, a sense of ownership mingling with sheer admiration for the woman we both can’t get enough of. It’s wild how she seamlessly brings two alphas like Chase and me to our knees.
“Oli, omega,” I whisper, leaning forward to leave a trail of kisses along her neck, “you feel so good.” My words are met with a shudder that ripples through her body, and I can’t help but grin against her skin. She’s responsive, alive under our touch.
“Look at us, Oli,” Chase growls, and his voice holds a rasp that makes her squeeze my cock tighter. “You’ve got two alphas who can’t get enough of you.”
She meets my gaze, those bright green eyes shimmering with pleasure.
With each thrust, I’m claiming her, marking her as mine, as ours.
“More, alpha,” she pulls off Chase’s cock to whimper, her hands clawing at my back. I oblige, thrusting harder, deeper, my hips slamming into her with a force that has the walls echoing our carnal symphony.
“Can’t get enough of this, can you?” I tease, even though I’m breathless, the sweat beading on my forehead. She doesn’t answer with words, but her body speaks volumes—the way she arches into each thrust, seeking more.
“Come for me, Oli,” I command, my voice strained. Her inner walls start fluttering around me, her whole body tensing, and then—she explodes, her orgasm tearing through her.
“Such a good girl, taking us both like this,” I murmur into Oli’s ear, my breath hitching as I feel her trembling from the aftershocks. Chase is grinning down at her, his hand entwined in those rose gold waves, guiding her mouth back to his cock.
“You love having your alphas look after you, don’t you?” Chase’s voice is raw, laced with lust and affection, and I watch as Oli nods eagerly around his cock.
The sight sends another jolt of heat through me, and I can’t help but praise her.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so perfect for us.” My words are interspersed with groans as I continue to move inside her, each stroke stoking the fire that’s been building.
I can feel every inch of my piercings brushing against her sensitive walls, adding an extra layer of sensation that has her moaning around Chase’s cock. It’s a sound that drives me absolutely wild, knowing she’s drowning in pleasure because of us.
The room is thick with the essence of cheesecake, coffee, and caramel, and it’s intoxicating, pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m close, baby girl,” I grunt, and I see Chase nod, his breathing becoming more labored.
“Me too,” he rasps out.
“Olive, you’re going to make us come so hard,” I whisper into her ear, and I mean it. Every inch of me is poised on the brink, ready to fall into the abyss with her.
She whimpers before pulling Chase deeper down her throat.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I command, my voice strained as I chase my release. Her inner walls start fluttering around me, her whole body tensing, and then—she explodes, her orgasm tearing through her.
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 that courses 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 eyes is 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.