Dax
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
OLI HART AND MEMBERS OF THE EDGE HAVE NOT BEEN SEEN LEAVING THEIR PACK HOUSE SINCE ARRIVING A WEEK AGO
June 26th
I ’m half-awake, and the world around me blurs at the edges like a dream. I’m not ready to leave. There’s warmth on my chest, a pleasant weight that makes every cell in my body hum with contentment. It’s Oli, her body sprawled across mine, and damn if it isn’t the best way to wake up. I crack an eye open, and there they are—my packmates, strewn around the room, evidence of our shared exhaustion from a week immersed in Oli’s heat.
“Morning, angel,” I murmur without thinking, my voice gravelly from sleep and overuse. The guys snore softly in the background, but Oli’s heat-flushed face holds my gaze. Her rose gold waves form a wild halo around her head.
Her eyelids flutter open, revealing those bright green eyes that sing without a sound. She moves against me, instinctual and needy, and a low growl rumbles in my throat. It’s been seven days straight, but the sight of her like this still sends a jolt of desire straight to my dick.
Her body starts to move with an urgency that tells me sleep time is over. Oli shifts, her hips grinding down, and just like that, she’s riding me slow and deep. Heat spirals from where we’re connected, and my hands find her waist, guiding her rhythm.
“Fuck, omega…” It slips out, a groan of absolute pleasure. Her movements become more deliberate, each roll of her hips promising something raw and beautiful. I angle myself up into her, loving how she takes what she needs and claims me as much as I’ve claimed her.
The connection between us and how she matches my every move is a symphony better than any music we’ve created. Our bodies know each other and how to stoke the fire until it blazes out of control.
The silken glide of Oli’s body on mine sets my senses alight. Entranced, I watch as her rose-gold waves cascade over her shoulders, the sweat glistening on her skin like morning dew. She’s a vision—my vision—and the sight of her lost in the throes of passion, riding me with abandon, is more than a man can ask for.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire, my hands sweeping up her curves to cup her breasts. Her nipples are pebbles against my palms, and she arches into my touch, a moan escaping her lips. The heat from her core envelops me, drawing me deeper into the haze of raw need.
“More, alpha… please,” she begs, and her plea strikes straight to my gut. It’s a call to the primal part of me, the alpha that craves to claim and be claimed.
I angle my hips, thrusting up to meet her every downward stroke, setting a punishing rhythm that has us both gasping for air. “You want it?” I tease, even as I’m panting, feeling my control slip.
“Y-Yes!” Oli cries out, her nails digging into my chest, marking me.
“Fuck, you don’t have to ask twice,” I growl. My language becomes filthier, each word dipped in the lust that’s boiling inside me. “You’re such a tight, hot little thing on my cock. Does it feel good? Taking all of me?”
She can’t answer, but her desperate movements tell me all I need to know.
“Need to come?” I offer, my thumb finding her clit, circling with a pressure that has her shuddering. “You gonna come on my dick like a good omega?”
“Please!” Oli’s voice breaks, her whole body trembling as she chases her climax. Her movements become erratic and desperate, grinding down on me in a feverish dance.
“Then come for me, omega.” I command, and with a high-pitched keening, her inner walls clench around me, pulsing, and I swear I can feel every heartbeat as she unravels above me.
The room is hazy with the smell of us, a tangible cloud that wraps around my senses, heightening them. Our mingled breaths and soft moans fill the space, a chorus to the rhythm we’ve created. As Oli’s body shivers in the aftermath of her orgasm, her head thrown back in a silent scream of pleasure, I can barely catch my breath.
“More, alpha,” she pants, her voice a sultry melody that hits all the right chords in me.
We’ve woken the rest of her alphas up.
“Chase,” I grunt, my eyes locked on his knowing grin as he saunters over—his wavy sandy hair tousled, a predator’s grace in his movements. He catches my gaze, and there’s an unspoken pact between us. We’re packmates, brothers in arms, bonded beyond blood through the shared love of our omega.
“Ready for more, little rose?” Chase’s voice drips with a carnal promise.
Oli whimpers, nodding, her eyes clouded with lust.
I feel his hands, firm and warm, as they glide over Oli’s hips. His touch is reverent yet claiming as he positions himself behind her, aligning with her entrance. There’s a flash of anticipation, a split second where everything hangs in balance, before he pushes into her, slowly, inexorably.
“Ah, fuck…” Chase hisses, his voice laced with the kind of sinful pleasure that only Oli can provoke.
“Alpha,” Oli gasps, the stretch apparent in every tremble that wracks her body.
“Keep your eyes on me, Oli,” I command, my hands sliding up to cup her face, thumb stroking her flushed cheek. She looks at me, and there’s a universe in her gaze—a storm of need, trust, and raw emotion that tethers me to this moment.
As Chase starts to move, there’s a new cadence to our dance. The slick sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, a lewd symphony that underscores the primal act. I anchor Oli with my gaze, with my cock buried deep inside her, feeling every inch of her perfect pussy.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “Take him, just like you’re taking me.”
“God, yes,” Chase groans from behind her, his thrusts picking up speed, driving into her with a precision that has her clenching around me.
“Feel that, Oli?” I ask, my own hips lifting to meet hers. “Feel how perfect you are for us? How you were made to be shared by your alphas?”
“Y-Yes!” she cries out, her nails digging into my arms. Her whole body is alive, every nerve ending firing as Chase reaches around to circle her clit in time with our thrusts.
“Shit, look at her, ,” Chase breathes out, his admiration echoing my own.
“Beautiful,” I manage to say, though it doesn’t come close to capturing the majesty of what’s unfolding between us.
“More,” Oli begs, her voice a desperate whisper that’s both plea and command.
“Always, omega,” Chase and I answer in unison, our movements synchronizing until we’re a single entity, driving her toward another peak.
“More,” Oli pants out again, a fervent whisper that cuts straight to my core. Her hunger is insatiable, and it fuels our own desire to an almost unbearable intensity. I can feel the tension coiling within her, each plea for more driving us further into a frenzy of lust.
“Greedy girl,” I tease, but my voice quivers with the strain of holding back. The sight of her on me, flushed and desperate, is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced. “But we love it, don’t we?”
She whines, and the single noise is laced with all the raw need coursing through her veins. Each movement is a silent scream for deeper, harder, faster.
“Ask, and you shall receive,” I grunt as I grip her hips tighter, anchoring her down on me, allowing not an inch of space between us.
Aiden comes over. She doesn’t hesitate, her gaze flickering up to him, green eyes ablaze with the fever of her heat.
“Open wide, sunshine,” Aiden croons, presenting himself to her eager lips. Oli takes him in without missing a beat.
“Fuck, yes,” Aiden breathes, his hands threading through her rose gold locks as he sets the rhythm at her mouth, guiding her head back and forth. The sight of her, so wanton and willing, is enough to drive any man wild.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my hands skimming over her sweat-slicked skin, tracing the arch of her spine down to where Chase and I are buried deep inside her. “Taking care of your alphas so well.”
Oli’s moans vibrate against Aiden, her body shuddering with every thrust we give her.
“Oli,” Aiden groans, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re incredible.”
The energy crackles between us, a live wire of passion that binds us together.
In the pulsing rhythm of our shared ecstasy, I almost don’t notice Jack slipping into the mix. But there he is. His white-blond hair is a disheveled halo around his head, those piercing blue eyes locked onto Oli with a predatory glint.
Her hand reaches for him, fingers wrapping around Jack’s hard length. She pumps him with a steady rhythm that somehow syncs perfectly with the roll of her hips and the bob of her head.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack groans, eyes fluttering shut as Oli takes him in hand. Chase grins from behind her, and Aiden groans lost in the wet warmth of Oli’s mouth.
My hands splay across her stomach, feeling the quiver of muscles beneath my fingertips.
“Good job taking all your alphas like the perfect omega you are,” I tease, my voice nothing more than a growl of pure admiration.
“Fuck, we’re lucky,” Aiden pants, his words punctuated by the slick sounds of Oli’s movements. “She’s—she’s unbelievable.”
“Damn right, we are,” I grunt, meeting Aiden’s gaze over Oli’s bent form. There’s pride swelling in my chest, pride for this pack of ours, for the trust and the unity we’ve built stone by stone. For Oli. Because of Oli.
“Oli, baby girl, you’re doing so well.” Jack’s words are a mantra of encouragement, a vow of eternal devotion
“Never stop,” I whisper, and it’s both a plea and prayer.
“Alpha—right there!” Oli’s plea cuts through me, and I double my efforts, chasing the crest of her climax alongside her. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks.
“Come for us, Oli. Let go,” I command, and it’s like I’ve unlocked the final barrier within her. With a high, keening cry, her body trembles violently, clenching around me in a vice grip that sends waves of ecstasy crashing over my senses.
“Fuck, she’s so sexy when she’s coming!” Jack shouts, his voice strangled with elation as he watches her hand still pumping him.
“Do you want me to knot this perfect mouth, sunshine?” Aiden growls.
In response, Oli sucks him deeper into her mouth, and he groans.
I feel my knot swell in response to her orgasm and push myself inside her. Chase growls, and in perfect synchrony, they both swell, locking into place. Aiden at her mouth, filling her until her moans vibrate against him, and Chase at her ass, making her entire body shudder with the intensity of their connection.
It gets tighter than I’ve ever felt in my life, and I know we will be doing that again. It’s an explosion of sensation, a volcanic eruption of pleasure that obliterates everything but this moment.
“Sunshine, you’re milking us dry. Breathe through your nose,” Aiden pants, his voice thick with satisfaction as he gently strokes her cheek, looking down at her with utter devotion.
Jack leans in and pinches her clit, making Oli tighten even further.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come with your alpha,” I coax, my orgasm cresting at the edge of this cliff we’ve climbed together. With one final, deep thrust, I send us both toppling over into oblivion, our cries mingling in the charged air of the room.
The world fractures into a kaleidoscope of pleasure, and the seams of reality blur as we all crest the wave of climax together. A primal roar claws its way out of my throat, raw and unrestrained, while inside Oli, I explode like a supernova. The force of it sends ripples through the bond we share, a silent shout that echoes in the chambers of our hearts.
Our bond together only amplifies the pleasure. The intensity builds, a mounting pressure that threatens to consume us. And in this moment, I know, without a doubt, this is where I belong—with my pack, my omega, and the trust and unity that binds us irrevocably together.
The sense of unity is overwhelming, the satisfaction bone-deep.
I can’t speak. I can only hold onto Oli as the aftershocks ripple through us, our hearts beating as one. This is what it means to be pack, to share every high and low, every ecstasy. We are bound by something far stronger than physical pleasure—we are bound by love, by the irrevocable ties of our chosen family.
The room gradually stills, save for the sound of our collective breathing, slowing as the tide of ecstasy ebbs away. Oli’s eyelids flutter, heavy with fulfillment and exhaustion, her body limp against mine. Her breath is a gentle whisper across my skin, and I wrap my arms around her protectively, cradling her close.
“Rest now, angel,” I murmur, brushing rose-gold strands from her forehead. I watch the spark in her jade eyes dim to drowsy embers.
She sighs, a small, satisfied sound, and nestles closer, instinctively seeking the warmth of my chest even in sleep. My heart swells with tenderness, the gruff edges of my nature smoothed by this vibrant omega who’s become the sun to our pack’s orbiting planets.
We carefully maneuver into a position where all of us can stay knotted in Oli while she sleeps. She’s sucking on Aiden’s cock in her mouth. It can’t be comfortable for Chase or Aiden, and Chase’s weight on us isn’t great for me, but it doesn’t matter.
I glance around at my packmates, the four of us sprawled across the tangled sheets like warriors after a grand battle. The essence of spent lust still hangs heavy in the air, but it’s the undercurrent of affection that really fills the room. Chase grins lazily, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jack cleans himself and her up with a washcloth before rubbing soothing circles on her back.
“I’m fucking exhausted,” Chase drawls.
I laugh, but it sounds just as tired as him. “I didn’t know my body had so much come.”
Jack rolls his eyes.
Aiden looks sad when he adds, “Her heat is going to end soon. Then we can recover.”
“That makes me sad, too, but we are bonded. We will have this for the rest of our lives,” Chase says with a wink.
I nod, feeling the truth of it deep inside me.
As the conversation drifts into a comfortable silence, I lean back against the blankets, Oli’s soft breathing a steady rhythm against my skin. I close my eyes, letting the afterglow wash over me.
I never realized how many issues we had as a pack until Oli came in and united us all. The closeness we share now means everything to me and my alpha.
I open my eyes, watching the slow rise and fall of Oli’s chest, the gentle curve of her body against mine.
And it’s all thanks to her.