Oli
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
HEAT RUMORS ARE SQUASHED BY OLI HART PERFORMING AT FESTIVAL- ANTI-OMEGA EXTREMISTS ONCE AGAIN LEFT LOOKING FOOLISH BY OLI HART
June 19th
T he night air is electric with the buzzing energy of the music festival, but it’s nothing compared to the current zipping through my veins. I weave through the crowd, my alphas in tow, each of us fueled by a shared urgency that feels like it’s thrumming beneath our skin. Every step is quicker than the last; the anticipation of returning home for my heat makes my heart race double-time.
As we hustle toward the waiting car, I can feel their presence close, a protective circle of warmth and strength.
We pile in, a tangle of limbs and leather jackets, and I immediately find myself drawn to Dax.
I snuggle beside him, my body folding into his contours like two puzzle pieces clicking together. My head finds its favorite spot, nestled snugly on his shoulder, and I let out a contented sigh, breathing in his scent.
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. “, 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, , 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.
“ve,” 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.
“Sorry, love birds,” Chase chirps, laughing.
I lean into him as we stand, craving the contact we’re reluctantly breaking.
Making our way off the plane, the air shifts—a cooler breeze replacing the recycled cabin atmosphere. It feels good against my flushed cheeks, inviting a shiver that isn’t entirely due to the temperature change. Anticipation curls around me, an invisible thread pulling me toward what awaits at the pack house.
“Can’t wait to get you home,” Dax whispers in my ear, slipping an arm around my waist as if he can sense the thrumming energy beginning to course through me.
“Home,” I echo, rolling the word around like a sweet candy on my tongue. The idea alone sends a spark of excitement down to my toes. We weave through the small airport, the world blurring into a backdrop.
Dax leads me to a sleek black SUV idling outside, the embodiment of discretion and comfort. He opens the door for me, and I slide in, immediately sinking into the plush leather that seems to hug me close.
The security team gets into a car behind us to follow.
Chase and Jack bracket me on either side, pushing Dax out of the way.
“You already got her time on the flight. We helped you pull off that song, too, you know?” Chase whines, tossing Dax the keys.
I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “You’re right.”
I kiss Aiden in the front seat and Jack next. “Thank you to all of you.”
Chase preens. “You’re welcome, little rose.”
I get a cramp that makes me bend over and catches all of my alphas’ attention.
Jack rubs my stomach and pulls me into his arms. “Are you okay, baby girl? Is your heat starting again?”
I lean into his neck and sniff his coffee and pastry scent. “I think it’s going to start soon.”
“I looked up the suppressant shot on the flight. It can make your pre-heat spikes more intense and painful as a side effect.”
A whine slips out before I can stop it. My alphas surround me, and their scents combine into a comforting mix.
“We are so excited for your heat, sunshine,” Aiden whispers, rubbing my legs from the front seat. “We will take care of you.”
“I’m excited, too,” I confess. “I want us to bond at the beginning when I’m still a little lucid and will remember it.”
Their smiles are bright, and Chase leans in to lick the mark he’s already left on my neck.
“That sounds perfect, omega,” Dax whispers.
I pull on Aiden’s shirt. His scent isn’t close enough for me.
He immediately pulls it off and presses it into my hands. I shove it into my face and inhale his scent deeply. Chocolate chip cookies surround me, and my omega settles.
“Why don’t we take care of you so you can make it back to the pack house, baby girl?” Jack asks.
I nuzzle into him and nod.
The hum of the car’s engine is a low purr that vibrates through me, but it’s nothing compared to the electric current zipping to my core as Chase and Jack shower my neck with kisses. I’m sandwiched between these two alphas, their heat seeping into me.
I tilt my head to grant them better access, feeling the flush rise on my cheeks as they chuckle against my skin.
“You smell too damn good,” Jack murmurs, his voice a playful growl that tickles my earlobe.
“Agreed,” Chase chimes in, his breath warm against the other side of my throat.
I let out a soft giggle, winking at Dax’s eyes, meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
“Focus on the road,” Aiden’s quiet voice comes from the passenger seat, but a teasing lilt tells me he’s enjoying the show.
I feel Chase’s hand sliding up my thigh, tucking itself under the hem of my skirt. My breath catches, the air thickening with anticipation as his fingers dance across my skin, sending shivers cascading down my legs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. His touch is confident and purposeful, and my body reacts by filling the car with my perfume.
“Chase,” I say, biting my lip to keep from moaning outright.
“Shh, just enjoy,” he whispers, his hand slipping further until his fingers find the silk barrier of my panties. The warmth of his skin against the cool fabric sends another jolt of excitement through me.
“Damn right she will,” Jack asserts, his lips grazing my jaw as he speaks, adding another layer to the sensory overload.
As Chase’s fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, I grip the leather seat, bracing myself. I can’t suppress the gasp that escapes as he finds the right spot.
I glance at Dax again, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his stare locked on the road ahead, but I see the muscle in his jaw working—a telltale sign of his battle with control.
Chase’s finger circles, teasing me with an almost clinical precision that belies the passion simmering in his green eyes. He dips lower, and I can’t help but arch into his hand, seeking more. The car hits a bump, and his finger slips inside me—deep, so deep—and I can barely keep the gasp from escaping my lips. It’s a delicious invasion, one that has me clenching around him, urging him deeper without saying a word.
“You like that, don’t you, good girl?” he whispers, his voice a blend of arrogance and lust that sends another wave of heat coursing through me.
He adds another finger, stretching me, filling me in a way that has stars bursting behind my closed eyelids.
The rhythm of Chase’s fingers inside me is relentless. Each press against that G-spot within sends electric shocks down to my toes, and I can’t help but arch my back, pushing into his touch like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
A crescendo of pleasure builds, wave upon wave, until it crashes over me, and I can’t hold back the keening moan that escapes my throat. My vision whites out as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. Chase’s fingers slow, but they don’t stop, drawing out every last shiver of ecstasy until I’m limp and spent between them.
“Fuck,” Chase groans as he finally pulls his slick fingers from the heat of my body. He brings his hand up to his lips, and with a groan that’s part satisfaction, part hunger, he licks his fingers clean. The sight is so unapologetically erotic that my heartbeat kicks up again despite the aftershocks still vibrating through me.
“Damn, ,” he says, his voice low and thick with lust, “you taste so good.” His eyes lock with mine, green flames flickering with a promise of more to come.
My laugh comes out breathy, full of promise. The landscape whips by, a verdant blur as we navigate the winding roads leading to our sanctuary. The car’s steady purr syncs with the rhythm building inside me, each mile a drumbeat drawing me closer to bonding and to everything that my alphas mean to me.
Jack growls and leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve been patient enough,” he murmurs, and even in my spent state, I tremble. He moves with a confidence that only he can muster, his hand sneaking between my thighs with precision and intent.
“Chase got you all worked up, baby girl?” His fingers trail through the slick left by Chase’s earlier explorations, spreading the wetness as if he’s claiming it for himself. My body responds instinctively, my hips canting towards his touch. “Can’t let him have all the fun,” he adds, a chuckle coloring his voice.
I gasp, feeling the rush of sensation all over again, the heat rebuilding with every skillful swipe.
“Jack,” I gasp out, half-protest, half-plea, caught between the desire for rest and the yearning for more of his touch.
“Shhh, I just want a little taste,” he coos before lifting his hand to his lips. His tongue darts out, teasing at first, then envelops his fingers in one smooth motion. The sight is sinful, and my heart hammers against my ribs as he sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mmm, you weren’t kidding, Chase. She’s delicious.”
Pulling his fingers from his mouth with a pop, Jack looks at me, his eyes darker now, clouded with lust. “But I think I need more,” he says, his voice rough around the edges.
“Too bad,” Dax snaps.
The car’s engine hums to a halt, and the change in motion pulls me back to reality. I blink outside the tinted windows, seeing the towering structure of their pack house. It’s a grand building with stone walls that climb high into the sky and ivy draped over its surface. The setting sun bathes it in a warm glow, taking my breath away.
“Looks like we’re finally here,” Dax grumbles from the driver’s seat, his voice carrying a rough edge that only accentuates his perpetual grumpiness. His fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel, betraying his annoyance at being relegated to chauffeur duty while the rest of us played.
At least Aiden got to watch without having to focus on driving.
My spike dies down, and with one last glance at the pack house, I allow myself to be led inside, the promise of what’s to come sparking like electricity through the air.