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ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
AN ARREST WARRANT HAS BEEN RELEASED FOR EX-SINGER OF THE EDGE, MAY THORNTON, AND EX-MANAGER, TREVOR DAVIS
June 20th
“ Y ou’re getting lost to your heat, omega, but we still need to bond,” Jack explains as he scoops me up and carries me into my nest.
It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight until I’m under a stream of cold water. Shock runs through my system, and the fever recedes until I can take in my surroundings.
The bathroom is huge, with a shower meant for five or more people. Jack is holding me against his chest, and both of our clothes are still on.
“There you are, baby girl,” Jack says with a smile. “If you want to be coherent while we bond, then we need to keep your fever back as much as we can.”
“That makes sense,” I whisper.
Jack nods. “We are going to take care of you in here, good girl, then we will take you back to the nest, bond you, and fuck and knot you for days.”
My pussy clenches and slick pours out of me. Fuck that sounds so good. My thighs are dripping wet with my slick.
Chase strides into the shower, gloriously naked, all lean lines and smoldering green eyes. He exudes that natural charm, even without trying, and it zaps straight to my core. With a smirk that promises mischief, he wraps his arms around me, taking over for Jack. “Come here, little rose.”
The icy water feels good on my fevered skin, but it is probably cold for my alphas. They don’t complain.
I lean back into his hold, feeling the contrast between the cold water and his heated skin. Jack steps back and peals off his clothes. I can’t help but steal glances at his muscled form, the way the water droplets make trails down his chest, like little paths begging to be followed by my lips.
“Looks like we need to get you out of these,” Aiden says as he enters the oversized shower. His voice is soft but firm, his shyness nowhere in sight. He’s got that look in his soft brown eyes—the one that shows he means business, and my heart thumps wildly in response.
Aiden’s hands join Chase’s as they work together, slipping the straps of my wet tank top down my arms. The fabric clings to my skin, reluctant to leave until their determined fingers coax it away. My pants and panties are already gone from the scene we just made in the living room.
“Better?” Chase’s voice is warm against the shell of my ear, and his breath sends shivers through me that have nothing to do with the cold anymore.
“Much,” I sigh, feeling free and oddly exhilarated as the water pummels directly onto my bare skin.
The shower door swings open, and Dax steps in—a towering presence of brooding energy. He’s all raw power and fierce intensity wrapped up in skin that begs to be touched. His dark hair clings to his forehead when he steps under the water.
I can’t help but let my gaze wander down his muscular form, each well-defined muscle flexing under his skin as he moves. There’s something about the way he carries himself, an unspoken command in his stride. His cock is already hard, hinting at the sheer force of his alpha nature, and I feel a flutter of heat low in my belly.
“Good timing,” Chase teases, his caramel scent mingling with the steam.
My eyes flit between them—so different, yet each so devastating in their own right. Jack’s playful strength, Aiden’s sensual charm, Chase’s easy confidence, and now Dax, the enigmatic soul with eyes that promise both danger and protection.
“Like what you see?” Dax’s lips curl into a smirk, catching me ogling.
“Every damn inch,” I shoot back, my voice peppered with desire and defiance. What’s the fun in resisting when every cell in my body screams for them?
Aiden steps up and pulls me away from the others.
The cool tiles press against my fevered skin as Aiden’s hands firmly guide me backward, my spine meeting the shower wall with an assertive thud. I tilt my head back, letting the cascading water from the giant showerhead mingle with my rose gold locks, the droplets tracing paths over my clavicle and down.
“Relax,” Aiden murmurs, his voice a soft growl that vibrates straight to my core. His brown eyes lock onto mine, tender yet filled with an unyielding hunger that sends a shiver through me – not from the cold, but from sheer anticipation.
His fingers dance at my sides, teasing, before he drops to his knees. The sight of this shy alpha, usually content in the shadows behind his keyboard, now taking center stage in such an intimate act, has my heart galloping. He parts my thighs with a reverence that belies his quiet exterior, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me as his hot breath fans over my core.
“Ready for me?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a promise—a declaration.
“Always,” I gasp out just before his tongue makes contact. It’s a slow lick at first, achingly sweet, testing, and teasing. But then he finds his rhythm, and it’s anything but timid. Aiden’s mouth is insistent, and his tongue is swirling patterns. The pleasure builds, coiling tighter inside me.
“Ah, Aiden…” My hands find his spiky black hair, guiding him, urging him deeper into my need. He complies with a fervor that contradicts his silent nature.
His lips latch onto my clit, sucking gently, and his tongue flicks with precision.
“Right there, don’t stop,” I encourage between panting breaths, my legs trembling as he devours me with an intensity that speaks volumes of the desire he keeps veiled under his stoicism.
Aiden doesn’t stop. Instead, he doubles his efforts, fingers joining his oral assault, sinking inside me with a rhythm that pushes me closer to the edge. My slick gushes out, a testament to his skill, coating his fingers as my perfume—the unmistakable scent of strawberry cheesecake—fills the steamy air.
“Alpha, yes!” I cry out as my climax crashes over me. His name becomes a mantra on my lips as waves of ecstasy ripple through me, my body clinging to his mouth like a lifeline. Aiden drinks it all in, my slick, my cries, my essence, until I’m left shaking.
As my breath hitches, catching in a throat raw from gasping Aiden’s name, I’m enveloped by a symphony of scents from my alphas.
Dax leans against the shower entrance. The rich smell of cinnamon rolls wafts from him—warm, comforting, with an underlying spice that speaks to his arousal. My mouth waters, and it’s not just from the remnants of pleasure Aiden has wrung from me.
“Smells like someone’s enjoying themselves,” Dax rumbles, and his voice is the icing on the proverbial cinnamon roll, decadent and indulgent.
A combination of coffee and pastries comes from Jack while Aiden watches me with those soft brown eyes that seem to see right through me. Chocolate chip cookies—the smell of home, of comfort late at night when the world seems too much. It fills my nostrils, a reminder of the quiet strength he offers without a word.
Chase, with his sandy hair slicked back by the water, steps forward, naked confidence in every line of his lean body. His scent is caramel, sweet, and buttery smooth, which lingers on your senses.
Their scents intermingle, creating a heady blend that anchors me even as my body threatens to float away on a cloud of euphoria.
The water from the shower envelopes us, a misty cocoon that seems to amplify every touch, every breath. I’m still panting, slick, and breathless from Aiden’s relentless attention when Dax steps forward, his presence commanding even in the haze.
“Ready for more?” His voice is a low growl that makes me writhe as he presses me against the cool tile wall, his body a furnace against my chilled skin.
“Always,” I tease, but my voice comes out breathless, needy in a way that makes my cheeks flush with more than just my heat.
Dax doesn’t need another invitation. He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as instinct takes over. The grumpy alpha with the scent of cinnamon rolls—warm, sweet, and oh-so-tempting—pushes into me with a single smooth thrust that has stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck, ,” he breathes out, and his hazel eyes lock onto mine, intense and unyielding. Every movement of his hips is a deliberate stroke, hitting places deep within me that have my toes curling. The tile behind me is hard and cold, but Dax is all heat and power, his rhythm unrelenting.
I gasp, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, the bassist’s usual stoic demeanor lost to the lust etched into his features. He moves with a precision that speaks of a hidden passion beneath his gruff exterior, each push and pull designed to draw out the maximum pleasure.
His cock drives into me, hot and hard, and I can’t help but think how perfectly he fills me, stretching with each delicious thrust. My nails scratch along his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he fucks me against the wall, our wet skin slapping together.
“More, Dax, don’t stop,” I beg, head thrown back as the pressure builds inside me, a tidal wave ready to crash over the shores of my restraint.
“Never intended to,” he grunts, and there’s a hint of that signature grumpiness in his voice, but it’s laced with such potent desire that it only spurs me on.
My body moves in time with his, a dance we’re both familiar with, a rhythm we’ve come to crave. Dax’s grip tightens around me, almost possessive, as if he’s claiming every inch of me with each penetrating drive.
“God, yes,” I moan, feeling the climax building, coiling tighter like a spring ready to snap. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, and I know when I fall, it’s going to be spectacular.
“Come for me, ,” Dax commands and his tone brooks no argument. It’s enough to send me spiraling over that edge, my entire being focused on the sensation of him in me, around me, overwhelming me.
“Ah, Dax!” The words are torn from me as my orgasm hits, a starburst of pleasure that lights up every nerve ending. My vision whites out, and all I can feel, all I can hear, is the pounding of my heart, the rush of blood in my ears, and the deep, satisfying fullness of Dax claiming me, fucking me against the wall of the shower.
Panting, the heat of Dax’s body sears into my back as his rhythm hammers me against the cool tile. His hands grip my hips, a grounding force amid the intensity of our connection. Just as another wave of pleasure builds within me, ready to crest, strong arms encircle my waist and yank me away from Dax.
“Jack!” I exclaim, half in protest, half in surprise, feeling the sudden chill of absence where Dax’s warmth used to be.
“Easy,” Jack soothes, though there’s an undeniable edge of authority in his tone, a reminder that he’s the alpha calling the shots. His blue eyes lock onto mine. “No knotting yet, baby girl. You need to come one more time for us before we can bond you.”
I shiver, not from cold but from anticipation. The way he says ‘for us’ sends a thrill through me.
“Come on, ,” Jack coaxes, his voice a velvet temptation. “Let us care for you.”
Jack plops down onto the bench, water cascading down his white-blond hair like rivulets of liquid silver, the droplets racing across the valleys and ridges of his sculpted chest. I’m still catching my breath, but he pulls me onto his lap with that effortless strength that sends a new wave of desire spiraling through me.
“Ready for more from your alpha, baby girl?” His voice is playful, a teasing lilt that belies the intense hunger in those piercing blue eyes.
“Always ready for you,” I pant, the fever inside me stoked to inferno levels by his touch. The coolness of the tiles against my back is forgotten as Jack’s warmth engulfs me.
“Let’s give her a ride, Chase.” Jack flashes a wicked grin at Chase, who stands behind us, his sandy brown hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his eyelashes like morning dew.
“Music to my ears,” Chase replies, his green eyes locked on mine with an intensity that promises pure ecstasy.
Together, they lift me effortlessly, positioning me above Jack’s cock. Chase’s hands are on my hips, guiding me down until I feel Jack fill me, stretching me in that oh-so-delicious way.
“Move with us, ,” Jack murmurs into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. Their movements are synchronized and controlled, yet wild. Up and down, I ride him, the friction building, my skin buzzing with every thrust.
“Chase…” I reach out blindly for something to hold onto and find Chase’s hand. He interlocks our fingers, giving me an anchor as Jack drives deeper, hitting spots that send stars exploding behind my closed eyelids.
“Come on, let us see you come undone,” Jack urges, his words a velvet command that unravels me bit by bit.
The pressure builds, coiling tighter within me. I can feel their excitement, too, and the air is thick with our mingled scents.
“Jack… I’m—” The world narrows down to just this moment, the feeling of being caught between them, the rush of water over our bodies, nothing compared to the tsunami of pleasure about to break.
And then I’m shattering, pieces of me scattering into a million droplets of bliss. My cry echoes off the shower walls, a symphony of satisfaction that has Jack’s grip tightening and Chase’s breath hitching.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack growls beneath me, the vibrations of his voice adding aftershocks to my already quaking body.
“Beautiful,” Chase whispers, as if he’s witnessing a miracle, his praise wrapping around me like the warmest blanket.
Panting, I lean into Jack’s embrace. There’s heat radiating from his body. My pulse races, each beat a drumline that syncs with the throbbing need still pulsing through me.
“, baby girl, are you with me?” Jack’s voice is a low rumble against my ear, and I nod, pressing my forehead to his.
“More than with you,” I gasp out, my voice a husky whisper. “Jack… please, I need you to knot me. Bond me.”
His blue eyes flash with a primal intensity, and he growls, a sound that makes me quake and reignites the fire in my veins. “You sure, ve?”
“Never been more sure,” I say locking my gaze with his, seeing the playful possessiveness I adore.
Without another word, Jack’s hands grip my hips tighter, and he thrusts up into me, harder, deeper, each movement stoking the fervor between us. I cry out, the sound bouncing off the walls, drowned by the rush of water and our mingled breaths.
The rhythm of Jack’s hips against mine is relentless, a symphony of slick sounds in the spacious shower that resonates with our shared desire. His cock plunges into me with precision. Each thrust brings me closer to the precipice, his knot at the base teasing me with the promise of something more—something permanent.
“Come for me, ,” he pants, his voice rough like gravel. “Let go, and you can have everything. My knot. My bite. My life.”
His words are the catalyst, and my body responds on cue. Euphoria surges, coursing through me like an electric current radiating from the core of my being. It starts as a spark, igniting quickly into a raging inferno that consumes me whole. My vision blurs, colors, and shapes melding into a kaleidoscope of sensation as my orgasm rips through me.
“Jack!” The name spills from my lips in a high-pitched cry, echoing off the tile walls. My muscles clench around him, spasms rippling in waves as I shatter into a million brilliant pieces. Each pulse of pleasure feels like it’s etching his name into the very fibers of my soul.
As my climax cascades over me, Jack’s movements become more purposeful, his grip on me unyielding. I’m vaguely aware of the increased swell at his base before he pushes in one final time, his knot locking into place inside me. The stretch is exquisite, a delicious fullness that roots me to the present moment, anchoring me to Jack in the most intimate way.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, and I feel his knot expand further within me, creating a seal that binds us together. It’s intense, almost overwhelming, but there’s no pain—only a profound sense of belonging. The sensation of being filled so entirely by Jack is indescribable, a perfect fit that seems to have been designed just for me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as our joined bodies ride out the aftershocks of our passion. His breath is hot against my ear, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest, fast and strong.
The sharpness of Jack’s teeth piercing the tender skin of my neck jolts through me—a lightning strike of pain that quickly melts into a rush of euphoria. His bite, assertive on the other side where Chase has already claimed his territory, is the catalyst for something deep and primal within me. The sensation flips, turning the sting into a wave of pure bliss that crashes over my senses, sending me spiraling into an abyss of pleasure.
I can feel the pressure building again, the coil in my core winding tighter, ready to snap. His lips are locked onto my neck, and I’m quaking, the pleasure mingling with a strange, ecstatic warmth that blooms from the bite mark.
And then it’s there—the climax roaring through me like a wildfire, longer and stronger than before. My body convulses, muscles clenching around the immovable presence of his knot inside me, each pulse of ecstasy protracted as if time itself stretches, wanting to savor the moment along with us.
In the midst of this prolonged rapture, I lean forward, instinct guiding me to Jack’s muscular neck. My teeth find purchase on his skin, mirroring his possessiveness, and I bite down gently but firmly breaking skin. The connection sparks to life, an electric current zipping between us, igniting the bond that weaves our essences together.
I can feel Jack’s playful spirit, the way he revels in the joy of life, and his love wrapping around me like the most comforting embrace. It’s overwhelming how much he lets me see and how open he is with his devotion and obsession. And beneath that playfulness, there’s a fierce protectiveness, a promise that he’s mine just as much as I’m his.
“, yes…” Jack groans deep in his throat, a sound thick with pleasure and possession. His hips jerk upward involuntarily, and I can feel him swell inside me, releasing himself in hot spurts that fill me to the brim. Each throb of his release echoes the beating of my heart, and I know in this moment, I am irrevocably his.
“.”
“Jack,” I pant, our names entwining just as our bodies and souls are now intertwined. His laughter resonates in his chest, vibrating against me in a rumble of contentment.
I nestle closer to Jack, his presence a steady anchor as we’re still fused together, our bodies reluctant to part. The pulsing of his knot inside me is a gentle reminder of the bond we’ve just formed. His scent envelops me, that intoxicating mix of coffee and pastries, and I can’t help but feel utterly content.
“Stay with me, ,” Jack murmurs, his voice a low hum against my ear that gives me goosebumps despite the warmth of his embrace.