28. Daisy
“How did you like your first big game?” Devon asked as the players all filtered back to the locker room.
“It was really fun! Though it was hard to find Jeremy at times—they’re so dang fast,” I admitted.
“They really are.” Devon nodded. “If we go down there now, we can probably see him before he heads for the showers.”
“Okay, let’s go!” I said, hauling myself out of the chair with a grunt. The baby wiggled, and my hand flew to my stomach.
“Movement?” Devon asked.
“They’re a little acrobat,” I told him, grabbing his hand and gently placing it on my bump. It took a few seconds, but when the baby moved, Devon’s face lit up with amazement.
“That’s got to feel insane.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” I admitted.
The security guard waved us in when they saw Devon. He explained he had come down to the private, player-only areas several times to see Jeremy—usually because he forgot something or had forgotten to grab lunch.
“They’ll come out of that door there and walk through here on the way to the changing rooms,” Devon said as we waited in a long hallway.
Jeremy’s smell hit me long before I saw him; the familiar sawdust and musk scent was intensified significantly, thanks to the copious exercise and sweating he had been doing. The corridor smelled pretty strongly of alpha, not just Jeremy. A whole hockey team made a stink, and my nose was extra sensitive, due to being pregnant.
“Jeremy!” Devon shouted, making me jump. He was waving at someone a few feet away—Jeremy. I had been so zoned out, focusing on smells, I hadn’t noticed him leaving the main rink. He was still in his hockey gear, his helmet off and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
“Hey, Duckie,” he said, making a beeline for me, his arms open. I didn’t hesitate to accept his hug. Despite the overwhelming nature of his scent, it was comforting to me. It was home.
“Hey,” I whispered into his chest.
“What are you doing back here?”
“I thought I would bring her down to see you before I take her home,” Devon explained.
“Did you like the game?” Jeremy asked, leaning back to look me in the eye.
“It was really good!” I nodded. “I could feel a lot of your emotions...”
Jeremy laughed. “Is that why you seem amped up?”
“Yeah, it was exciting.” I beamed. “I could feel all your adrenaline!”
He smiled ruefully, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “I need to go shower and have a meeting, sadly.”
“But you smell so good sweaty!” I whispered with a pout.
Jeremy leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I can smell how much you like my scent when I’m all sweaty.”
I reared back. “You can tell?! Is it obvious?” I squeaked.
“Just to me...and probably to Devon as well.” He looked over to his packmate, who grinned knowingly.
“Nothing to be ashamed of.” Devon shrugged with a smirk of his own. “Though, maybe we shouldn’t let everyone smell how damn good you are.”
“That’s very true,” Jeremy hummed, looking at his packmate before turning to me, kissing the top of my head and leaning down so only I could hear him. “Go have some fun with Devon. I look forward to hearing about it when I come home.”
“You mean...?” I asked quietly, gazing at him with wide eyes. “You’re okay with that?”
Devon had turned to talk to another player briefly, so he wasn’t privy to our conversation.
“I’m more than okay with that,” he said as I chewed on my lip. “In fact, the idea excites me.”
“I thought the bond made you all possessive?”
“Oh, it does.” He nodded. “If any other fucker on my team so much as looks at you, I would be livid. Devon doesn’t count. He’s pack...he’s ours.”
I nodded, trying to let his words sink in. The need was growing—my hormones were a disaster, and I was constantly feeling horny.
Devon was busy in conversation with another sweaty hockey player who smelled like lime pudding, so he didn’t notice me perusing him. He was handsome; that hadn’t escaped my notice. With every day that passed, my curiosity had been growing, and I knew he liked me, so why shouldn’t I go for it?
Deep down, a part of me had known that, when I had bitten Jeremy, I would most likely end up with Devon as well. They were a pack, after all. Nate was the wildcard.
“Just go spend the evening with him, see how it goes. If you don’t want to do anything, you don’t have to,” Jeremy assured me.
“Oh, I want to,” I admitted, my eyes never leaving Devon as he laughed loudly at whatever Lime Pudding had just said.
Jeremy laughed, his lips still touching the top of my head, his arms squeezing around me.
“Good girl . . . now go have fun.”
I want to fuck this alpha who isn’t my bonded mate.
That was all I could think of the entire way home. There was no denying how wet I had become just thinking about Devon.
Then, naturally, my brain veered into what I could do with both Jeremy and Devon. I knew they wanted to share an omega, but did that mean separate alone time or group activities?
My core clenched at the thought of group activities.
I wanted that.
“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Devon said as we pulled into the driveway, turning to me, tilting his head and meeting my eyes. “Are you okay? Was the game too much?” His body was rigid, and he looked worried.
“I’m horny.” I blurted out the words before I even had a single second of thought; otherwise, I would have worded that a hell of a lot better.
Devon’s entire body relaxed, the tenseness escaping his form as an easy smile took over his face. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m happy to help,” he said, the front of his jeans tightening with obvious arousal. The sweet, spicy chai scent intensified with his desire in the small cab of the SUV.
“I...” My mouth opened and closed several times as I attempted to find the words.
“Or I can leave you alone, so you can play with toys in your nest. There’s no pressure,” he said softly.
“I want to,” I admitted quietly. “With you, I mean.”
Devon’s eyes darkened with my admission. “In that case, I think it’s best we get inside. This vehicle is starting to smell like a slick shop, and while I personally love the scent, I think we would have more space inside.”
I nodded dumbly. A car definitely wasn”t the ideal place, considering I was the size of a whale.
“Come on. How about a snack and then how about a movie marathon?”
That sounded good, far less pressure. “I”d like that,” I said as I undid my seat belt.
Devon led me to the kitchen, where he started pulling out various items. “Do you want a sweet or savory snack?” he asked as he perused the fridge.
“Sweet. Definitely sweet,” I said. While savory snacks certainly had a place, I much preferred sweet foods. Though, with Jeremy”s recent cooking, I had become quite the fan of spicy food, which I had never imagined would happen.
“How about apple slices with almond butter and cinnamon?” he asked as he pulled out a bag of red apples.
“Sounds perfect.” Despite having eaten a mere hour ago at the rink, I was already peckish again. Growing a human was hungry work.
“Could you go and grab the almond butter while I slice these?”
Without answering, I padded over to the cabinet where we kept all of the various condiments and sauces. Jeremy had apparently gone all out once I had moved in. I had been told that this cabinet had been nearly bare beforehand, but now it was full of at least six different kinds of nut butter because they were apparently good for pregnant omegas.
Grabbing the first jar of almond butter my eyes landed on, I padded over to Devon and placed it on the counter next to him.
He was slicing the apple into perfect little segments that I could easily dip. “Here.” He handed me a plate of sliced apples and a little dish of almond butter. While I took my first bite, he ate the less aesthetically pleasing scraps of apple.
“Isn”t it the mother”s job to eat leftovers?” I asked with a laugh, nodding at his plate.
He looked down at the plate and then to me, his face breaking out in a grin, despite his mouth still being full of food. He swallowed before speaking. “I suppose that is what tends to happen. But do you really think Jeremy is going to let you eat scraps with the way he cooks?”
I groaned. “He won”t. And while I appreciate that, it”s also going to mean I’ll be the size of a whale, even when I”m no longer pregnant.”
“Hush. You”re stunning just the way you are. And I”m sure you”ll be just as amazing once you”ve given birth.”
“No, I won”t. I will have saggy skin and stretch marks!” I laughed. This wasn”t exactly the best conversation to have with an alpha I was hoping to have sex with in the imminent future, but I was hardly a logical creature this late in my pregnancy.
A piece of apple peel flew my way, lightly hitting the top of my head. “Now that is defeatist talk, and I won”t hear it. You are going to be stunning, even if you have stretch marks and sagging skin. Do you wanna know why? Because those stretch marks and sagging skin are the marks that were left on your body by creating an entire freaking human. You should be proud of that!”
“I am... I just kind of feel bad that I bonded with Jeremy when I was pregnant, and he never got to see me before my body became a mess.” I sighed. I hadn”t vocalized that concern until this moment, but it was one that had been weighing on me. Cole had nitpicked my appearance before I was pregnant, and if he could see me pregnant, with my face bloated and stretch marks, I could only imagine what he would say to me.
“What makes you think your body is any less attractive? The opinions of alphas who are conceited assholes who would rather brag about being a man than have a family really don”t apply here.” He snorted lightly as I bit into an apple slice. “In my opinion—and it”s an opinion I know that Jeremy shares with me—the fact that you”ve been able to create a human is damn sexy in its own way, so don’t talk yourself down. Remember, I”m the nice one. Jeremy won”t be so kind if he hears you talking bad about yourself.”
I laughed. “I don”t think Jeremy knows how to be anything but kind.”
“Oh, he”s not opposed to spanking if you’ve been misbehaving.” He smirked at me as he cleaned away the apple shreds.
Spanking? I hadn’t thought about that before...but when I did, my stomach did a little somersault.
Devon’s eyebrows raised. “I”ll be sure to let Jeremy know that you like that idea. Once the baby is here, of course.” He smirked as my face flushed.
Once my apple was finished, Devon led me to the den that had several overstuffed armchairs and a ridiculously large TV.
“How big is that thing?” I asked as I crawled onto the sofa, letting myself sink into its depths of comfy squishiness.
“It”s eighty inches. We nearly went for the seventy-eight-inch model, but you know what? Those two inches were just too important.”
I smirked. “Every inch counts when you”re an alpha.”
Devon shot me a dazzling smile. “See, I knew you”d get it! Now, what do you want to watch? Movies or a TV show? We’ve got all the streaming services, so the world is your oyster, flower.”
I hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe a TV show? There”s that one about paranormal monsters that”s been on for like eighteen seasons that I really want to see. I could never afford cable, so I haven”t had a chance to watch it,” I admitted with a shrug.
“I’ll happily start an eighteen-season show with you!” He tossed the remote to me. “Put it on. I”ll go get popcorn.”
I smiled at his retreating form as I flicked through the channels, trying to find the show. Eighteen seasons were a bit of a commitment, but I wasn”t going to miss this opportunity. Who knew when I”d be able to afford cable again?
Then again, I needed to accept that my financial situation was forever going to be different. Now that I was bonded to an NHL player, what was Jeremy”s was also mine. The reverse was also true, but I didn”t exactly have anything that Jeremy would want.
How much things could change in a few short months.
Devon sat next to me, his legs kicked up and his arm wrapped around me as I nestled into his chest. We had gotten through the first episode, but the entire time, my focus had been shifting to the alpha under me.
I was needy. I knew I was needy. I knew I wanted release, but I also really wanted to enjoy spending time with him. While Jeremy could be intense, Devon had an ease to his existence. He was like the human version of camomile, just relaxing and easy to be around.
His hands on me, though, started to light a fire in my chest. Halfway through the episode, I started shifting around. Devon had asked if I was uncomfortable because of the baby, but in reality, I was desperate, trying to seek some friction. Slick was pooling between my legs, and there was no way Devon couldn’t smell it.
As the second episode started to play, I lunged forward, grabbing the remote and pausing the TV.
“Is everything okay? Devon asked with a frown.
“If I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode,” I admitted breathlessly with a whine.
His eyes lit up. “Do you still want me to help?”
Instead of answering, I lurched forward, clutching him by the neck and crashing my lips to his. It was a clumsy attempt, but it got his attention. His arms flew to my shoulders, trailing up to my neck, holding my head in place as he quickly took over the kiss, his mouth commanding mine.
“Swear to god, you smelled so fucking good throughout that entire episode,” he growled against my lips. “I wanted to take things slow, give you time.”
“We can do slow next time,” I said, my hands scrambling to find the hem of his shirt. “Right now, I want you naked.”
“Your wish is my command.” He chuckled, reaching down and ripping his shirt over his head, his lips vanishing from mine for a second as the fabric got in our way. I’d been leaning over him as I’d kissed him, and once his shirt was off, I took the opportunity to pay attention to his smooth expanse of chest. There wasn”t a hair in sight as I slowly kissed my way down. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I wanted to taste every inch of him too.
“Your turn,” he said in a gravelly voice.
Just like he didn”t need to be told twice, neither did I. Ripping the jersey over my head, I threw it into the corner of the room. Devon”s eyes were firmly on my cleavage, wide with wonder.
“Holy shit, you”ve got amazing tits,” he said with a groan. “But as stunning as that bra looks, I can”t decide if it should stay or go,” he admitted, looking torn.
“You can decide later, but for now, these need to come off,” I instructed, plucking at the button of his jeans.
“Impatient omega,” he tutted.
“Needy omega,” I countered. “If you”re not up for the task, I”m happy to go and play with some toys and leave you to your own devices.”
Devon”s eyes darkened at my words, his grip on my neck and hip tightening. Before, the idea of an alpha holding me so tightly had been semi terrifying. Now it was just a turn on. I had that effect on him. No one else. Just me. Devon was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole, and I was looking forward to every second of it.
“Are you sure you don”t want to take things slowly?” he asked.
“If your cock is in me in the next five seconds, I would be a very happy omega,” I grumbled, tugging at his jeans.
Devon growled. “Fuck it, time for foreplay later!” Launching himself off the couch, he sank to his knees at the edge, dragging my legs so I was splayed before him in my leggings. He roughly pulled down the fabric, and it fell away from my body with ease.
“No underwear?” he growled.
“It had seemed unnecessary. If I’d known I was going to get turned on in a public place, I would have rethought that decision.”
“I can”t wait to tell Jeremy that you watched his entire hockey game with no underwear on.” He smirked. “Why don”t you do that for every game? It will drive him insane.”
“As long as it”s the good kind of insane, where he fucks me after, I am more than happy to oblige.” My laugh cut off as Devon”s hands went to his waistband, pulling his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his cock bobbing free. The tip glistened with precum, and I resisted the urge to lean forward and lick it—did it taste as good as he smelled? Sweet and spicy, warm and delicious?
“You’re fucking drenched.” Devon hummed happily as he ran his fingers through my folds. “You definitely don”t need any foreplay, no matter how fun it would be.”
“Good, because I want you to fuck me,” I whined.
There had been a time in my life when I would have loved a slow, relaxing fuck. Now was not that time. Thanks to my hormones, I constantly felt like I was on the verge of heat, and there was no way to satisfy it. I had done plenty of reading and it wasn”t going to last.
Everything would settle down as soon as I gave birth. On the flip side, about two to three months after I give birth, I would go through the mother of all heats. It was my omega biology insisting that I get pregnant again right after giving birth by giving me a super long heat that would be nearly impossible to satisfy. My thoughts about my impending extra-long heat were quickly quieted when Devon’s hands landed on my hips, pulling me forward, so my pussy was splayed open before him.
“Just a quick taste.” He grinned up at me before lowering his mouth and sucking on my clit. Hard.
An almost inhuman shout escaped my chest as my body bowed at the sensation of a thousand electric sparks running through my body. Devon wasn”t gentle in his ministrations. He was demanding, licking and sucking, his fingers finding my entrance and sliding in to roughly scrape over my G-spot.
“I’m g-gonna . . .” I started to stammer.
Devon looked up at me with a smirk before pulling his hands out, leaving me to whine at the loss. I”d been so close. Why did he stop? I was about to sit up and physically claw at him to finish what he’d started when he spoke. “If you”re going to finish, it”s going to be on my cock,” he declared, kneeling in front of me and lining himself up.
Oh.
Yes.
That was an acceptable reason to stop.
Devon didn”t make me beg or wait. He pushed forward with one slow, powerful thrust until he was buried completely in me. He was so large, parts of my inner walls that had never been touched were now being stretched and glided over.
Before Jeremy, I had no idea that sex could feel this good, and I had thought that, with him, it was a fluke or one-off. Cole had been a selfish lover, and his junk had left something to be desired.
But Devon’s cock felt just as amazing as Jeremy’s.
“I’ve never felt a pussy so perfect.” He groaned, throwing his head back. I would have happily stayed in that position, my legs in his arms over the edge of the sofa, him on his knees in front of me, buried in me so deeply that I knew my hips would be feeling it for days.
Before he could rear back and thrust in a second time, I was coming from the intensity of my pussy being stretched over his cock. My entire body spasmed as I rode every wave of pleasure, babbling to myself, almost sobbing with the sheer force of my orgasm.
On their own, both Jeremy and Devon had given me mind-blowing orgasms that had left me sobbing with pleasure. If they really did want to share me at the same time, I doubted I would survive. The two of them together would be lethal.
As my orgasm eased, but didn’t stop, Devon started moving, and I lost all sense of reason. Every brush of his cock against my inner walls sent me hurtling to new heights. I clawed at the couch beneath me as I howled with need. How long could I possibly come for? It felt never ending.
Every thrust stretched my walls, pushing against them, demanding more. I was open, exposed, but I wasn”t self-conscious. Devon’s eyes were filled with nothing but pure molten heat, like I was having the same impact on him that he was having on me.
“Such a good little omega, taking my cock so nicely, like you were built for me. Coming on my cock so beautifully.” Devon hummed, his fingers grazing over my clit, never stopping his thrusts.
“Fuck, Dev, it’s so good,” I cried.
“Now I’ve had a taste of this sweet pussy, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to stop,” he panted. “Going to want to fuck you constantly, omega. In the shower, over the kitchen counter, it”s going to be so hard to resist the urge to just walk up to you, rid you of your panties, and bury my cock in this sweet cunt.”
“Fuck. More. More. More,” I chanted softly, throwing my head back as my body felt strung tight, like it was going to explode.
Every sensation was so damn intense that part of me worried that, if he did indeed give me more, it would irrevocably destroy me.
What a way to go, though.
“You’re going to come, omega,” Devon growled, his fingers speeding up on my clit.
“Too much,” I babbled, desperately trying to suck in a lungful of air.
“You can do it, omega,” he cooed, increasing his thrusts to an almost punishing pace.
“I’m gonna . . .”
“Not until I say.” After a too-long pause, he added, “On the count of three?”
My entire body shook. How on earth was I meant to be able to wait?
“One.”
My body shook, the tightness in my core almost painful. I needed to come. Needed it more than I needed air. The couch probably had several rips from my nails digging into the seats as I thrashed around.
“Two.”
His thrusts became disjointed as he neared release himself. My walls were so tight, it was a surprise he could even move.
“Three.”
Devon roared the last word, thrusting in one final, rough time as his cock throbbed, the base rapidly expanding until I felt impossibly full. I detonated. Every part of me convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.
“Holy shit...omega,” Devon said in a strangled voice, slumping forward, desperately trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah,” I agreed lightly.
It took us a good ten minutes to extract ourselves from each other, and even then, we kept our hands on each other as we righted our clothes and picked up the discarded popcorn that had spilled on the floor before climbing under a blanket together and restarting the second episode.