Aiden
PACK EM UP GOSSIP COLUMN
WILL OLI HART AND THE EDGE CONTINUE AS ONE BAND AFTER THE TOUR ENDS?
June 20th
O li’s heat is here, and it’s even stronger than the mini-heat we got her through last time. My alpha is in control now as I hold my bonded omega in my arms while I’m still knotted to her perfect ass.
I need to knot her, breed her, and satisfy her over and over again.
It’s my sole purpose in life.
She doses off on Dax’s shoulder on and off. When her eyes are open, she’s squirming on our knots, and it’s obvious she needs another orgasm to satisfy her omega.
My body is knotted to Oli’s, a primal union that anchors us together in this moment of vulnerability and unbridled need. I’m locked to her, our bodies joined in the most intimate of ways, and the sensation—it’s indescribable. A warmth spreads from where we’re connected, radiating throughout my entire being, searing into my soul.
As I lie there, perfectly still, I can feel every quiver that shudders through Oli’s body, each one a silent testament to the intensity of her heat. She’s not really here with me, not in the way she usually is—her eyes glazed over, her consciousness adrift on waves of overwhelming desire.
I watch as Oli squirms between Dax and me, her movements erratic and uncontrolled. Her rose gold hair is a tangled halo around her head, bangs sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. The sounds that escape her lips—they’re raw and real, and they tug at something primitive inside me. My protective instincts roar to life, a fierce satisfaction gripping me as I realize I can help.
“Easy, Oli,” I murmur, a low rumble against the chaos of her senses. “We’ve got you.” Despite the gruffness that typically characterizes Dax, his touch is surprisingly tender as he strokes her arm, his eyes softening with care that he seldom shows to the world.
“Shh, angel,” Dax coaxes gently, his bass player hands surprisingly delicate on her skin.
I can’t fuck her properly while we are knotted, but I can make her come.
I move with a rhythm born of instinct, my hips rolling into Oli’s ass in a gentle grind that contrasts the wildness of her heat. The silkiness of her skin against mine makes my pulse race, even as the room blurs out of focus—there’s only her, the shared pleasure lighting us up from the inside. I’m lost in the connection, the way it feels.
I feel Dax doing the same through the thin wall separating us. We find a rhythm that has our perfect omega moaning for us.
“Alphas,” she breathes out, and her voice is a melody that dances along my nerves. It’s a siren song, pulling me deeper into the moment. I feel the tension coiling in her body, winding tighter and tighter until she arches, a crescendo of sensation breaking over her, and I swear I can feel every ripple of her climax. It crashes into me, too, a tide of euphoria that swells within my being and binds me to her even more irrevocably. Our bond pulses like a living thing, a vibrant thread woven through the fabric of who we are.
As Oli’s breaths begin to even out and her eyelids flutter closed, she leans on Dax’s shoulder.
Right now, while she’s satisfied with my and Dax’s knots, I need to take care of her in a different way.
My gaze drifts to Jack and Chase, who tiptoe around the nest like they’re afraid to wake a sleeping dragon.
They go to the kitchenette Dax had stocked for us before we came and start heating the premade meals.
I wonder how much salt is in those? Next time, we will make them from scratch for Oli.
I brush a stray bang from Oli’s forehead, my heart swelling with affection.
I watch them, my back pressed to the cushions, the warmth of Oli’s body seeping into my skin. She’s dozing peacefully, her breaths even and slow, and I feel the steady thrum of our hearts syncing up. It resonates deep in my bones.
This bond—it’s not just physical; it’s etched into my very soul. I find another piece of myself clicking into place with every beat of Oli’s heart. There’s a completeness now, a sense of fulfillment that floods through me, overwhelming and soothing all at once.
I am so incredibly lucky that this omega chose me to bond with. She’s mine. Forever.
Oli stirs slightly, murmuring in her sleep. She’s stunning and fierce.
Jack, Dax, Chase, and I—we’re all caught in her orbit, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. As I look at her, there’s a certainty settling in my soul. We belong together, united by the pull of a tiny yet immeasurable omega who sings like an angel.
A contented sigh escapes me as I lay my head back, closing my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. This—right here, right now—is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Chase hands me a water bottle, and I chug it before scarfing down a plate of pasta. Oli starts to stir and I hope I didn’t disturb her.
Dax and I’s knots will go down soon, but the double knot will help keep her heat back longer.
“Give me something for Oli,” I demand.
Oli’s eyelids flutter open, a soft groan escaping her lips as she shifts in the tangle of our limbs. Her gaze is bleary, those emerald eyes clouded. I prop myself up on one elbow, reaching for the water bottle Jack hands me.
My voice comes out low and gentle, laced with concern. “Be my good girl. You need to drink, Oli.”
She blinks up at me, and there’s a flicker of her usual spark as she wrinkles her nose. “No,” she mumbles, but her throat works with obvious thirst.
“Come on, just a few sips,” I coax, unscrewing the cap and lifting the bottle to her lips.
She shakes her head and pushes the bottle away before trying to kiss me.
“You can have a kiss after you drink this,” I tell her.
As the cool water slips past her lips, she sighs, a small sound of relief. The way she hesitates yet leans into my touch tells me she’s grateful despite her words.
I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. That bratty defiance is turning my alpha on. She takes another gulp, more eager this time, and I feel a swell of pride. Taking care of her feels natural, like a melody I’ve known all my life but only now have the chance to play.
“Better?” I ask, thumb brushing her cheek as she hands back the empty bottle.
“No. Now kiss,” she teases, but the gratitude in her eyes is unmistakable.
I press my lips to hers and stroke her tongue with mine, rewarding her for her compliance.
“Good, because you also need to eat something.” I reach for a plate of cut fruit Jack had prepared earlier, holding it out to her.
She eyes the food suspiciously, pushing out her lower lip in that cute, exaggerated pout that could get her out of trouble ninety-nine percent of the time. “Not hungry,” she declares, but her stomach betrays her with a quiet rumble.
“Really? Because your stomach seems to disagree,” I quip, waggling the plate enticingly.
Oli frowns at me before turning back to face Dax who is eating his own food and watching the show.
She leans forward and bites the strawberry out of his mouth, turning it into a kiss.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she preens. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride at being able to care for her like this.
Our knots go down, but we don’t move Oli off of us.
Dax and I go back and forth, feeding Oli fruit that’s mixed with a kiss until she nods off.
The walls are lined with thick curtains that keep out the world, casting us in a gentle twilight regardless of the time outside. The air smells like pack. It’s warm and safe here; the outside world is a distant thought, irrelevant to the cocoon we’ve created.
“Time for sleep, angel,” Dax says, tugging her against him.
“Knot,” Oli counters, but she leans into Dax’s touch, her eyes drifting closed briefly before fluttering open again.
“Sleep, baby girl,” Jack commands softly. He pulls her against him and slips his cock in her but doesn’t fuck her.
We’re a well-oiled machine, each of us playing our part to ensure she’s comfortable, cared for, and content.
Oli nods, leaning back against the mountain of pillows as if she’s finally allowing herself to relax fully.
Dax, Jack, and Chase are already finding their spots, their movements slow and deliberate, each settling in with a quiet sigh of contentment. As we all adjust our positions, seeking comfort in the pile of blankets and pillows, I feel the steady rhythm of Oli’s heart against my chest.
My arm remains protectively around her, the weight of her body a grounding force that tells me she’s here, real, and ours.
Eyes closed, I let myself drift toward the edge of sleep. Today has been a whirlwind—a crescendo of emotion, passion, and connection. And there, at the center of it all, is Oli. Her laughter, her fire, her light. She’s the melody that’s been missing from our silent song, the piece that makes everything fall into place.