Oli
OMEGA BUZZ GOSSIP COLUMN
INSIDERS AT THE SCOTTISH POLICE DEPARTMENT REVEAL MAY THORNTON ATTACKED OLI HART BEFORE ARREST
July 7th
“ A re you ready for more, angel?” Dax murmurs against my skin, his voice a rough caress.
“Yes, I’m ready for my alphas,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with anticipation.
Dax aligns himself with me, pressing at my pussy where Jack is already filling me. It’s a slow burn, a stretch that has my breath hitching in my throat. His cock nudges forward, inch by deliberate inch. The sensation is overwhelming, an exquisite pressure that builds and builds until I feel like I might break apart.
“Your body was made to take your alphas. Relax and let us have you,” Dax whispers.
“Well done, taking us both like that,” Jack rasps, his gaze locked on where our bodies join. “So fucking perfect.”
A groan rumbles from Dax’s chest as he sinks deeper, the intimate invasion both a challenge and a comfort. My body adapts, welcoming him to the hilt next to Jack. Their dual presence is staggering, and I’m awash in a sea of raw desire.
“Move with us, omega,” Jack encourages, his hands gripping my hips. Together, they lift me effortlessly, their strength undeniable. I’m suspended between them, a willing participant in this dance.
“You’re so tight around us,” Dax growls, his fingers digging into my thighs as he helps guide our movements. Each descent impales me further onto their lengths, each rise a sweet agony as I almost slip free.
“You look so sexy with both of your alphas in that tight pussy,” Jack praises, his voice imbued with admiration and lust. Their rhythm is relentless, a perfect synchrony that drives me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Dax… Jack…” My words dissolve into gasps as pleasure coils tighter inside me. With every thrust, they hit spots deep within that have my vision blurring, stars sparking behind my closed eyelids.
“I want you to come all over our cocks and soak us with your slick,” Dax urges, his lips trailing fire along my shoulder.
“I never want to lose the scent of you on my skin,” Jack echoes, his piercing blue eyes never leaving mine. A silent vow is etched in every glance.
Their praise is a song that matches the rhythm of our bodies, a litany that carries me higher until I’m teetering on the brink of something monumental. They move me up and down, a puppet on strings of muscle and desire, and I am utterly theirs.
“Mine,” Dax asserts, a possessive note in his voice that resonates deep within my core.
He reaches around and runs his thumb across his bite mark on my chest, making me shiver, and even more heat floods me.
Jack takes his lead and leans down to bite over his mark on my neck, amplifying everything until I surrender to the tidal wave that crashes over me.
Dax’s hands grip my hips with a firmness that steadies and inflames me. I feel him slide out from my slick heat, and there’s a momentary sense of loss that’s swiftly replaced by anticipation. “Can’t knot you like this, angel,” he murmurs, and there’s an edge of excitement to his tone.
My breath catches as Dax positions himself at my entrance once again, but this time, he’s aiming for a different spot—higher, tighter. Jack holds me steady, his cock still buried deep inside me as Dax presses against my ass. The initial resistance gives way under his insistent pressure, and I gasp, a sharp intake of breath that’s more thrill than pain.
“Relax, . Let your alpha inside that perfect ass,” Jack whispers against my lips, kissing me tenderly, distracting me with the sweetness of his mouth.
“Good girl,” Dax praises from behind, his voice a low growl that vibrates through my body. “Just breathe.”
They start to rock into me together, a coordinated dance of penetration that has me spiraling toward ecstasy.
The feeling is overwhelming, the dual sensation of being completely possessed by my alphas—a symphony of claiming and pleasure that crescendos within me. I can feel every ridge of Jack’s piercing, the way it rubs inside me, while Dax fills me from another angle, stretching me further, pressing into spots that send jolts of pleasure radiating through my entire being.
“Fuck, yes… just like that,” I chant between moans, my voice a broken melody of need.
“Look at you, taking us so well,” Jack murmurs, his blue eyes locked onto mine, pride and desire swirling in their depths.
“Beautiful… incredible,” Dax adds, his thrusts growing more insistent, his knot starting to swell at my entrance.
It’s too much and not enough all at once. The building pressure, the relentless rhythm—it’s a tide pulling me under, and I surrender willingly. The first ripple of climax hits me hard, wringing a high-pitched cry from my lips. My inner muscles clench down on them, spasming in waves of intense pleasure.
Slick gushes from me, coating them both in my scent.
“Fuck, that’s it… come for us,” Jack urges, his movements growing more frantic as my slick makes it even easier for him to glide in and out of me. Then he’s pushing his knot in me, and it swells further, locking us together.
“God, , you’re perfect,” Dax groans, his knot fully expanded now, locking him in place as he continues to grind against me, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my trembling form.
I’m floating, untethered in a sea of sensation.
Pinned between the two alphas, my knees hit the plush carpet of the hotel room with a soft thud. Dax and Jack ease down with me, their knots still buried deep inside, stretching me deliciously full. They don’t stop moving, not even for a second—gentle undulations that keep the fire in my veins stoked to a fever pitch. I can feel every ridge, every pulse of their cocks as they grind their knots against my tender spots, sending sparks of pleasure cascading through me.
“Ah, you’re both so deep,” I gasp, my voice hitching. “Don’t stop…”
“Never, baby girl,” Jack breathes against my ear, his hot breath making me quake.
Dax’s hands roam over my body, possessive and reverent, as he leans in, turning my head to capture my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, a mimicry of the way he’s entwined with me from behind. It’s fierce and tender all at once.
“You’re doing such a good job,” Dax murmurs against my swollen lips, his praise making my heart swell just as much as the rest of me throbs for them.
Aiden and Chase step closer, their eyes darkened with lust. Aiden offers himself to me first, his cock standing proud and inviting before my lips. I lean forward, not wanting to break the connection with Dax and Jack but eager to taste him. My tongue flicks out, teasing the tip before I take him into my mouth, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
“Fuck, sunshine, your mouth…” Aiden groans, one hand threading through my rose gold locks.
Chase watches, his own desire etched into the tight lines of his jaw. I release Aiden with an audible pop, turning my attention to Chase, who steps forward eagerly. Taking him in is like completing the last piece of a puzzle.
I use my hand to work Aiden’s cock while my mouth lavishes attention on Chase.
“Such a good girl, I’m impressed,” Chase praises as I work him over, my hand stroking Aiden to keep him close to the edge.
“Love having you wrapped around us, ,” Aiden whispers, his voice laced with awe and something deeper, more primal.
I hum around Chase, sending vibrations along his length, and revel in the collective masculine groans that fill the room. The power I hold in this moment is intoxicating. These strong, protective alphas melting under my touch, offering themselves to me.
“, you’re incredible,” Chase manages, his fingers tilting my chin up so our eyes meet—his smoldering green meeting my sparkling ones.
Heat pools at the base of my spine, a delicious tension that’s been building and swirling with every caress, every thrust, every word uttered in hushed tones of pure want. I’m caught between the two alphas on their knees, their thick knots locked inside me, keeping them tethered to the deepest parts of me. Dax and Jack’s hips grind in small circles, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body, each movement a promise of unending ecstasy.
The sensation of being completely stretched and filled is overwhelming yet perfect—like I’m where I belong. Their combined warmth radiates into me, stoking the fire blazing within my core.
“I need your come down my throat,” My voice breaks as I shift my focus back to the task at hand—or mouth, so to speak. Alternating between them, I savor their distinct tastes, the heady musk of their arousal. Chase’s cock pulses against my tongue, a stark contrast to Aiden’s velvety smoothness as I take him deep, the back of my throat welcoming him home.
“You’re our omega, . You can have all the come you want,” Aiden moans, his hands tangled in my hair, guiding me with gentle insistence. His soft brown eyes are dark with lust, all for me, and it sends a thrill straight to my already quivering core.
“You’re taking care of us so well,” Chase says, his voice rough with desire.
It fuels my need to please them, to be the cause of their unraveling.
I double my efforts, my pleasure mingling with the task of bringing them over the edge. I hum around Chase and then switch to Aiden, eager to draw out every drop of passion they have to offer.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Chase grunts, and I can tell by the way his muscles tense he’s right there with me.
“, you’re going to make me—” Aiden doesn’t finish his sentence before his body stiffens, a hot rush filling my mouth as he finds his release. Almost simultaneously, Chase follows, his seed spilling over my chest, marking me in the most primal way.
The sight of it, the slick warmth decorating my skin, sends me spiraling into my own climax. My cries are muffled by the flesh still in my mouth as spasms rack my body, my inner walls clenching around Dax and Jack’s knots in quick succession. The intensity of it all—the taste, the scent, the feeling—anchors me to the moment, to them.
“Covered in us… exactly where you should be,” Chase says, his green eyes burning with a possessive gleam that mirrors my feelings.
I bask in the afterglow, surrounded by my alphas.
The heavy air in the hotel room pulses with our shared breaths. Each inhale is laced with the perfume of sex and the musky sweetness of slick. I’m draped across my alphas, their hands still roaming over my skin with a tenderness that belies their brute strength. Sweat glistens on our entwined bodies, the sheets beneath us a testament to the storm we’ve just weathered together.
“Sexy omega,” Jack’s voice is a low rumble against my ear, his lips pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re incredible.”
Dax’s chuckle vibrates through his chest where my back rests against him, his arms like steel bands keeping me close. “She’s more than that. She’s ours.” The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver of delight through me.
“Every damn inch,” Aiden adds, fingers tracing lazy circles on my thigh.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Chase murmurs, leaning in to steal a kiss.
I sigh contentedly, my heart swelling with the love and connection that tightly binds us.
Chase gets a washcloth and cleans me up after Dax and Jack’s knots deflate.
In the quiet aftermath, the shrill ring of my phone slices through the haze of satisfaction. My eyes snap open, the sound jarring against the languid atmosphere. I untangle myself from the web of limbs with a reluctant groan, reaching for the device that seems so out of place in this cocoon we’ve created.
“Who’s calling?” Dax’s brow furrows, protective even now.
I flash him a reassuring smile as I swipe to answer the unknown number, my curiosity piqued. “Hello?”
“ Hart?” The voice on the other end is unfamiliar but tinged with an urgency that instantly grabs my attention.
“Speaking,” I reply, sitting up straighter.
“, it’s Britney. I met you in San Francisco, and Riley gave me your number. I’m sorry to call. You probably don’t even remember me, but I-I need your help.” The words are rushed, and the underlying panic is evident. I remember her immediately—the omega I promised to help if she needed it.
“Britney? What’s wrong?” Concern laces my words.
“Please, I didn’t know who else to call. I’m in trouble.”
“Tell me where you are,” I respond without hesitation, already rising to the challenge. My alphas gather around me, their presence a solid reassurance that whatever this is, we’ll face it together.
The concern that tightens my chest isn’t just for show; Britney’s distress is palpable, even through the phone.
“My family, I need to get away from them.” Her words tumble out between gasps, each one like a punch to my gut.
“Okay, listen to me,” I start, my alphas hovering close, their faces etched with worry. “You’re not alone. We’re going to help you.” My words are firm, decisive—there’s no room for doubt or hesitation when someone reaches out like this.
“Really?” she sniffles, and I can hear the hope threading through her fear.
“Absolutely.” I stand up, pacing the length of the hotel room as I cradle the phone to my ear. “Where are you right now?”
She gives me an address, and I rattle it off to Jack, who immediately pulls out his phone to look it up. “We’ve got you, Britney. Stay put, stay safe, and a car will be there to take you to the airport soon.”
“Thank you, . Thank you so much.”
“Hey, no thanks needed. It’s what we do, right? Look after our own.” I try to infuse a bit of my usual kindness into the conversation, but the gravity of the situation weighs heavily on me.
“Stay on the phone until the car gets there.” I slip into the role of protector as naturally as I do a melody, ready to fight tooth and nail for an omega in need.
I put the call on mute and turn to Aiden. “Call Riley and tell her what’s going on.”
He nods and does as I ask.
“Have her book a first-class ticket—no layovers—and make sure she’s met with security the second she lands,” I say before returning to the call with Britney.
With a plan firmly in place, the tension begins to ebb away.
“The car should be arriving any second,” I tell her. “Ask them who they’re there for and their name, and then confirm it with me.”
Britney does as I ask, and then she’s in the car on the way to safety.
“Thank you,” Britney whispers before hanging up.
“Are you okay?” Jack’s deep voice cuts through the brief silence, his piercing blue eyes scanning my face for signs of stress. He steps closer, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries wrapping around me like a comforting shroud.
“I don’t know if you remember her from San Francisco, but I said I would help her if she needed it,” I say, my voice firm despite the flutter of nerves in my belly. “She’s scared and alone. I just thought it was best to bring her here.”
Aiden rests his hand lightly on my lower back—a silent, grounding presence. “If she’s important to you, she’s important to us,” he says, the cadence of his voice soothing.
Dax, quiet but intense, nods, his dark eyes locked onto mine, conveying a depth of understanding that words could never fully express. “Your safety is our priority. But we trust your judgment, . If this omega needs sanctuary, then that’s what she’ll get.”
I can’t help but smile at them, warmth flooding my chest.
“There’s nothing you can do now until she gets here so come back to bed and get to sleep so you’re at your best when she gets here,” Jack tells me as he leads me back to bed.
“I have too much adrenaline pumping through my system,” I confess.
Chase’s smile is downright dirty. “We can help with that.”
He pulls me in to kiss him, and my other alphas surround me. They help me work off my extra energy before I fall asleep, surrounded by their scents and love.