Oli
ALPHA TEA GOSSIP COLUMN
REPORTS ARE COMING IN FOR THE ARREST OF MAY THRONTON AND TREVOR, FORMER MANAGER OF OLI HART AND THE EDGE, IN SCOTLAND
July 7th
W e drop Cate and Riley off at their rooms, promising to check on them soon before returning to ours.
The hotel room door clicks shut behind us and Jack stalks toward me, a predator’s grace in each step, but there’s no fear—only anticipation.
“I was terrified today,” he murmurs, his voice deep and resonant. His hands reach my hips, his thumbs circling the fabric of my dress as if marking territory.
“I was too, but I’m here now, safe, and they’re in jail,” I say, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
“That’s the only reason I’m calm right now. You’re my everything, . The reason for my existence.” He closes the gap between us, lips claiming mine in a kiss that’s all heat and promise—a clear demonstration of alpha possessiveness.
As Jack’s mouth moves over mine, Dax’s presence looms nearby, his energy like a storm cloud. He’s quiet and brooding, still furious with the day’s events.
“You are the reason we breathe, ,” Dax growls, his hazel eyes locked onto mine. His fingers weave into my rose gold hair, drawing me from Jack’s embrace.
The moment I’m within his grasp, he pulls me close, his kiss fierce, staking his claim as if reminding me where I belong.
Aiden watches from his corner, the keyboardist with the quiet intensity. When our eyes meet, there’s a silent understanding. He doesn’t need words to communicate his longing. His approach is gentle, but underneath lies an unspoken strength as he wraps an arm around me and guides me toward him.
“We can’t live without you,” Aiden whispers, his lips tracing the curve of my ear before finding my mouth. His kiss is soft, sweet, laced with the kind of passion that sneaks up on you—deep, consuming, yet entirely protective.
And then there’s Chase, utterly fixated on me. His sandy brown hair falls into his smoldering green eyes as he leans against the wall, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“You’re the only rhythm I know anymore,” Chase captures my chin, guiding my gaze to his. When his lips meet mine, it’s a rhythm that pulses through my entire body.
One by one, they surround me, a wall of muscle and warmth. Their scents mingle—chocolate chip cookies covered in a caramel sauce coated in salty goodness, a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven, and a perfect cup of coffee. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating. We fall into a dance of lips and tongues, of hands exploring and reaffirming bonds. With each kiss, their protective instincts wrap tighter around me, even as we bare ourselves to the raw vulnerability of shared passion.
“Let me show you what you mean to us,” Jack breathes against my neck, licking his mark, and the others echo his sentiment with touches and looks that speak volumes.
As we move together, the rest of the world fades, leaving only the thrum of our hearts and the heat of our bodies entwined.
My body is a symphony of need, every nerve ending strumming with anticipation as we all strip down naked. Slick trails down my thighs, a testament to how much I crave them—my alphas, my protectors, my everything. With a breathless giggle that vibrates through the charged air, I sink to my knees. The carpet of the hotel room grazes my skin, but all I can focus on are Chase and Aiden standing before me, their desires as tangible as the weight of their gazes.
“Look at you, ,” Chase murmurs, his voice threaded with that smoky timbre that always makes me wetter. “So ready for us.”
“Always,” I whisper back, reaching for him with eager hands. My fingers wrap around his length, firm and hot to the touch. Aiden watches with those soft brown eyes that see right through me, and I know he’s waiting, silently pleading for his turn.
I lean in, my lips parting as I take Chase into my mouth. The salty tang of his skin, the pulse of his heartbeat—I savor it all, swirling my tongue around him. He groans, a sound that vibrates through my core, and his fingers thread through my rose-gold waves, guiding me.
“Omega… your mouth,” Chase gasps, hips flexing instinctively.
I hum against him, pleased, then release him with a pop, turning to Aiden. His quiet intensity beckons me just as strongly. As I envelop him, taking him deep, I glance up. His eyes are closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, utter trust and pleasure etched in the lines of his face.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Aiden’s voice is a hushed praise, his hand caressing my cheek.
“ Your good girl,” I correct, letting my words vibrate against him, eliciting a shudder from his frame.
“, you’re incredible,” Aiden whispers, his voice breaking on the last word as I hollow my cheeks, drawing a moan from his lips.
“Damn right,” Chase growls, his impatience palpable. They’re both so different – Chase with his former playboy charisma, Aiden with his quiet strength – yet here, they unite in a singular need for me.
Their dirty talk wraps around me like a blanket, each word a spark that fuels the fire within. I switch between them, lost in the rhythm of desire, my own slickness coating my inner thighs more with each passing moment. Their dual praises become a chant, a litany that pushes me further, deeper into this haze of lust.
“Fuck, yes!” Chase exclaims, his hand tightening in my hair. “Just like that, little rose.”
I revel in their pleasure, in the power it gives me to reduce these strong alphas to primal beings, all because of my touch, my mouth. They are mine just as much as I am theirs.
Jack’s hands are on me before I even register the shift in the room’s charged atmosphere. The solid thrum of his desire reverberates through his fingertips as he hoists me up, my back meeting the cool wall of our hotel room with a soft thud that’s instantly drowned out by the thunderous beat of my heart.
“Ready for me, baby girl?” His voice is a playful growl, laced with a promise of pleasure as he aligns himself at my entrance.
“So fucking ready,” I breathe out, anticipation coiling hot and tight in my belly.
The first thrust is a heady mix of pain and pleasure, the sensation of Jack’s piercings dragging against my sensitive walls sends sparks shooting through my veins. It’s delicious friction, metal, and flesh becoming one as he moves within me, each stroke a meticulous exploration that has me clawing at his shoulders, desperate for more.
“Jack, oh…” My words break into moans, high and wanton. The piercings are a different kind of ecstasy, a series of textured intrusions that hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. They’re like the chords he strums on his guitar—each one vibrates through my core, composing an anthem of raw, carnal need.
“Feel that, baby girl?” Jack’s lips brush against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Every part of me wants to be buried in you.”
“More,” I gasp, the edges of my control fraying. “Please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He can’t. This dance of push and pull binds us, the steady rhythm of his hips sending me spiraling toward oblivion. I’m liquid fire in his arms, slickness gushing as my body prepares for the storm of an orgasm that’s been gathering on the horizon since his first touch.
“Jack… I’m—” My voice cuts off as it crashes over me, waves of intense pleasure cascading through me, leaving trails of slick in their wake. I’m undone, a symphony of sighs and shudders, held together by the strength of Jack’s arms and the relentless press of his body.
“Fuck, , yes!” Jack’s praise is hushed but fervent, his movements unyielding. “That’s it, let it out for me. Need you soaking wet for what’s coming next, good girl.”
He’s insatiable, a storm of desire that won’t be satisfied until we’re both spent and sated. And as I cling to him, lost in the aftershocks of my release, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Still trembling from the high, I barely register the shift until my back hits another wall of heated muscle. Jack’s arms loosen, and before I can protest the loss of contact, I’m caged between two towering presences. Jack’s in front of me, a wicked glint in his blue eyes, while Dax presses against my back, his body a solid line of heat and intent.
“Easy, angel,” Dax murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “We’ve got you.”
The possessive edge in his tone gives me goosebumps that have nothing to do with the coolness of the room. Jack’s hands slide possessively over my hips, thumbing the tender skin as if branding me with his touch. I can feel their protective gaze on me, like they’re ready to ward off any threat.
“Jack… Dax…” Their names are sighs on my lips, a silent plea for more.
“Shh,” Dax soothes, his breath hot against my neck. His lips graze my earlobe, tugging gently, and I arch into him instinctively. His hands begin a slow exploration, fingertips tracing the lines of my waist before cupping my breasts and squeezing.
“Good girl,” Jack whispers, his voice thick with desire. “So responsive, so ready for us.”
“Only for you,” I manage to breathe out, lost in the dual sensations of Jack watching me intently and thrusting softly while Dax worships my body with his hands.
“That’s right,” Dax growls softly behind me, but his restraint is threadbare. I can feel him hard against my lower back, his arousal undeniable.
“Can’t be patient when she’s like this,” Jack counters, his hand sliding down to circle my clit, pressing just enough to elicit another gasp from me.
“Then don’t be,” I challenge, a reckless spark igniting within me. I want them, all of them, their possessiveness as intoxicating as the most potent liquor.
“Fuck, ,” Dax groans, his mouth descending to the crook of my neck. He bites down gently, then soothes the spot with his tongue. It’s a promise, a claim, and I’m dizzy with it.
I’m caught between the primal heat of two towering alphas, Dax’s breath ghosting over my neck as Jack’s eyes burn into mine. The hotel room fades away, leaving only the hunger in their touch, a carnal beat pulsing through the air.