Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART AND THE EDGE ARRIVE IN CALIFORNIA AFTER THE US LEG OF THE TOUR ENDS
June 20th
D ax watches me arrange the nest the way I want it. He did a good job, but I know where everything really needs to go.
He’s helpful and accommodating, doing anything I ask of him as I work.
As I finish bunching up the last blanket, the rest of the pack comes looking for us.
Aiden, Jack, and Chase are standing in the doorway that we left open, smiling.
“Come in!” I shout with a smile.
Chase whistles, looking around. “This looks amazing. You did such a good job, omega.”
Jack wraps his arms around me from behind. “You made a perfect nest.”
“Your alphas are so proud of you,” Aiden adds, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
Pride swells in me, making me smile and puff out my chest. My alphas are pleased with the nest I made for us.
“We want you to eat something. Your heat could start anytime now,” Jack says, lifting me into his arms bridal-style.
“We made something simple,” Aiden tells me when we get to the kitchen.
All four of them take turns feeding me, making sure I eat every drop. I start squirming in Jack’s lap, which makes him growl softly in my ear.
“Are you needy, my omega?” he asks in a whisper.
My skin prickles with the kind of anticipation that sings along my nerves, turning the world into a blur of colors and sounds that don’t matter. They’re just background noise to the symphony of my senses tuning in to the alphas around me.
“You’re having another heat spike,” Jack says, his voice caressing my ear. His breath is warm against my ear, and I can’t help but lean back into his solid chest. His presence is a beacon, playful and bright, wrapping me up in a sense of security.
“Alphas,” I reply, my own voice coming out in a breathy sigh that belies the flirty edge I’m aiming for. The tingling intensifies, sharpening my focus on the here and now—the press of bodies around me.
“Easy, ,” Dax murmurs, his voice a low growl that vibrates through me. Dark and brooding, he’s the counterpart to Jack’s light, the shadow to his sun. And right now, his calm control is a lifeline I cling to as the waves start to build inside me.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his intense hazel gaze. “I need you.”
Every part of me is focused on the growing heat in me.
“You need all your alphas,” Jack says, and I can feel his grin without looking at him. It’s in the way his hands settle on my hips, light but possessive. “We will take care of you.”
As they close around me, a circle of heat and anticipation, I let myself sink into the sensation of my mates’ comforting and electrifying presence.
Dax settles behind me and tilts my head so he can kiss me. He devours my mouth with passion and possession. I give myself over to him completely.
He tugs my bottom lip through his teeth, and as he pulls back, I whimper at the loss.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’m not done kissing you; it’s just not your mouth anymore,” Dax whispers.
He grabs my pants and pulls them down my legs with love and care before doing the same with my panties. Jack takes care of my shirt and bra until I’m naked and pinned between the two of them.
Dax crouches behind me, and I’m expecting him to push me forward so he can lick my pussy, but instead, he starts kissing and biting my ass.
In between each bite, he says, “This. Ass. Is. Too. Perfect.”
Dax hovers behind me, his breath fanning over my skin. I can’t help but push back against him, seeking the promise of his touch. His hands, those strong, calloused pads of command, part my cheeks, and the first swipe of his tongue has me gasping—a raw, needy sound that echoes off the walls.
He doesn’t go for my pussy, instead I feel the roughness of his tongue against my back hole. A new sensation that I’m instantly obsessed with.
Every slow, deliberate lick sends shivers up my spine, making me arch toward him, craving more, needing to feel full, to be played by his masterful hands.
As Dax continues his languorous assault, Jack drops to his knees before me. There’s no mistaking the hunger in those piercing blue eyes as he looks up at me from between my thighs.
“Is your pussy feeling neglected sweet omega? Do you want your alpha to handle it?” Jack’s grinning up at me from between my thighs.
“Yes!”
And then his mouth—oh god, his mouth—is on me, exploring my clit with the kind of focus that makes me want to scream.
I tangle my fingers in his messy white-blond hair, urging him closer, lost in the contrast between Dax’s maddeningly slow teases and Jack’s intent pursuit of my pleasure.
Jack’s tongue flicks my clit, and I can’t hold back the chorus of moans that spill from my lips.
The world narrows down to their mouths, their hands, the unyielding rhythm they dictate—one that’s building to a peak I’m desperate to reach.
“Damn, ,” Jack murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer to the already intoxicating mix. “You taste like the sweetest addiction I could ever have.”
“Good girl,” Chase’s voice is a low, seductive murmur that wraps around me like a velvet rope. “Letting your alphas eat that tight ass and perfect pussy. You’re doing so good.”
His praise is both a balm and a spark, the words dripping with an affection that feels as tangible as hands on my skin.
“Let them help you, little rose,” he continues. Every dirty commendation from Chase acts like an amplifier, cranking up the volume of sensation pulsing through me. It’s as if my body becomes more alive with each passing second.
My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can’t help but let my gaze wander. It drifts across the room to where Aiden stands, the quiet storm of his presence electric. His hand moves with a rhythm that beats in time with the pounding of my heart, an intimate dance just for me. Dark eyes lock onto mine, heavy with promise.
“Enjoying the show?” I tease, my voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. Enough to see his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile, enough to send another wave of longing crashing through me.
“Very much.”
“Do you need more from your alphas, little rose?” Chase asks.
I nod.
Jack’s eyes are a piercing blue, alight with mischief and desire as they meet mine.
“Then both your alphas are going to finger you together while they’re on their knees for you,” Chase declares.
I feel their fingers, those skilled instruments of passion, at my pussy. Dax’s touch is firm and grounding, while Jack’s is teasing, coaxing—an exquisite harmony of sensation. When they both slip inside me, it’s a chorus of pleasure so intense it’s almost too much. The feeling of fullness, of being connected to them both in this most intimate of ways, sends a jolt of ecstasy straight through me.
“Alphas,” I whimper, rocked by the surge of delight. “Yes, just like that.”
Their fingers move, slightly out of sync, reminding me that both of them are in charge of my pleasure right now.
Jack’s mouth sucks hard on my clit while Dax licks my ass.
“Almost there, little rose,” Chase coaxes, and he leans in close, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Let it happen. Let us take you there.”
I obey, sighing as my muscles unclench, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through me. It feels like I’m a live wire, every nerve alight and sparking with raw energy.
Jack’s fingers dance inside me, a playful rhythm that knows all the right notes to play. His blue eyes meet mine, glinting with mischief and promise.
Dax’s movements are deliberate and powerful.
Together, they’re pushing and pulling at me until I’m nothing but a quivering mess of need. I can feel myself spiraling, teetering on the brink of something monumental.
Their fingers move within me with practiced ease, as if they’ve rehearsed this moment. Every push brings me closer to the edge. The air around us crackles with electricity, charged with the energy of our connection.
“Perfect, just like that,” murmurs Aiden.
My eyes shoot to see his eyes glazed with desire. When we make eye contact, his body tenses before he comes all over his hands, his groan is obscene, and I feel like a goddess.
My hair clings to my sweat-slicked forehead, and my bright green eyes are glazed with lust as I match their rhythm, moving against them. The world beyond our entwined bodies fades away, leaving only the pulsing beat of desire that drums through my veins.
“Keep going,” I gasp, voice barely above a whisper, an omega caught in the tide, riding the wave of alpha attention that threatens to crash over me. They respond with a surge of movement. They fuck me harder with their fingers.
Chase’s voice slices through the fog of my senses, a beacon of raw alpha command that makes me shudder. “You’re so close, omega. You want to come for your alphas, don’t you?” he urges, his tone laced with a hungry urgency that leaves no room for doubt. Each word from him feels like a touch, invisible strings plucking at the core of me, stoking the fires of my arousal to a fever pitch.
“Chase,” I say, his name a plea and a moan all in one. Every cell is primed and ready to explode under the combined assault of Jack and Dax’s relentless fingers. The air around us is thick with the perfume of lust.
“Beautiful omega, you were made for this—for us,” Chase continues, his words dripping with sinful promise, the rhythm of his voice syncing perfectly with the movement inside me. It’s as if he’s orchestrating this crescendo that’s building within me, directing each note that spirals up and up toward a climax that threatens to shatter my composure.
Jack and Dax’s fingers are instruments of pleasure, playing a symphony of sensation that resonates deep within my quivering walls. But it’s Chase’s voice that pushes me over.
“Come for us, ,” he growls, and it’s that command, that primal claim, that tips me into oblivion.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, a cataclysmic release that rips a strangled cry from my throat. I tremble, my legs giving way as the euphoria engulfs me, a relentless surge of pleasure that drowns out the world. I’m adrift, caught in the rapture, my body convulsing in waves of bliss that seem to crest and break endlessly.
Chase catches me when my legs give out. Jack and Dax don’t relent, their fingers coaxing every last shudder from me, wringing the pleasure from my depths until I’m nothing but a quaking mess of sensations.
As the tide recedes, leaving me gasping for breath, my heart pounding like a drum solo at our rock concerts, I’m dimly aware of Aiden’s approving murmur, “That’s it, sunshine. You did so good.”
The tremors of my release ebb away, leaving a delicious languor in their wake. My breath steadies, each inhale laced with the aura of my alphas—Jack, Dax, Aiden, and Chase. The room is quiet now, save for the soft panting that syncs with the thump of my heartbeat.
“Wow,” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse yet dripping with contentment. A chuckle rumbles from Dax’s chest where my head rests, his fingers still lazily tracing circles on my hip. Jack presses a tender kiss to the nape of my neck, his breath hot against my cooling skin.
My heat ramps up again, only sated for a moment without a knot. Desire flushes through me until I’m panting and dripping slick.
“More,” I demand, losing the ability to form full sentences.
My full heat rushes over me, and I’m overcome with the need for my alphas, their knots, and their bites.
“Knot. Bite. Alphas,” I demand.
Their answering smiles are all the confirmation I need—we’re far from done here.