Chapter Twenty-Eight
I’m hot.
So fucking hot.
I groan, nuzzling into whatever surface I am currently laying on. It's hard but it smells like mine.
Just as I am about to get comfortable again, a sharp, stabbing pain has me crying out.
A soothing voice whispers to me, telling me how much of a good girl that I am. A hand rubs over my back as I ride though the spike. I curl up on myself as my memories come back to me.
The Omega killer. My secret. Heat. Victor.
My eyes shoot open, my head lifting as I find exactly who I am looking for.
His eyes are wide, looking at me in a mild state of panic. There is a desperation in his eyes as I watch him mull over in his head what he needs to do to help me right now.
I don’t give him the chance to do anything though.
Moving my body so I am straddling him, I look at the Alpha below me.
“If you are to be here for my heat, you need to understand one simple thing. You are here to serve me.”
Before I can finish my sentence, he is already nodding. With my next words, I lace them with as much dominance as I possibly can.
“You will be at my beck and call these next few days. If I want your cock, you will give it to me. If I want your knot, you will say, yes Omega. If I want you to eat my pussy until I squirt in your mouth, you will do as I say. Do you understand?”
Victor’s eyes heat, nodding his head quickly. “Yes, Omega.”
I chuckle, biting my lip. Ever so slowly, I roll my hips over the hardening length I can feel beneath me.
“I want you to worship me, Alpha.”
Quicker than I can blink, Vic has me flat on my back. Kneeling between my thighs, he bends down, inhaling my scent. His pupils widen until his eyes are practically black.
“It would be my honor, Omega.”
I groan as he does exactly that, right before the blur of the heat takes me under.
My eyes blink rapidly against the light threatening to blind me. My body aches as I stretch. I cringe against the sheen of sweat, slick and cum that covers my body.
I slowly sit and give myself a moment to look around the room.
Fuck, how many days has it been?
Blankets, pillows and clothes are strewn about in a matter that makes it look like a natural disaster hit the nest.
Conall and Vic are on either side of me, the latter looking right at me.
His hair is mused, the strands looking like they haven't seen a brush in days.
It makes me think of my own hair. Reaching a hand up, I find two braids someone must have given me before things got too far.
There are a few fly aways I can feel but I thank my lucky stars that one of my Alphas thought ahead.
“Conall made sure that your hair was tied back before you got too deep into your heat. You refused to sit still for him unless you had his cock in your mouth.
I choke, gaping at Vic as I process what he said. A blush reddens my face.
“Oh my god. I’m a fucking whore.”
Vic growls, drawing my attention back over to him. I watch as he crawls towards me. There is this menacing look on his face as he gets right into my space.
“The way you commanded your three Alphas through your entire heat was one of the most attractive and pleasurable experiences of my life. You were so fucking beautiful.”
He shakes his head as that ominous look he was wearing is replaced with raw admiration.
“You are so fucking strong. You ooze power in a way that is hard to not remain on my knees for you. You are a vixen. One that takes control of her pleasure.”
He moves until his mouth grazes my ear.
“It was an honor to serve you,” he whispers, causing goosebumps to travel over my skin.
My stomach clenches, my core already feeling needy and desperate for more of the Alpha in front of me.
Even though I know he can smell just how much I need him, he doesn’t pay it any mind lifting me from the nest. I wrap my arms and legs around him as I blindly let him carry me.
I turn my head as he opens the door of the bathroom.
He doesn’t let me go whileturns the shower on and waits for it to heat up before stepping into the spray.
I groan, earning myself a chuckle from Vic as the hot water crashes down over my body.
“We tried for days to get you to come in here and wash. You refused so we had to settle for a very protested against bird bath. You didn’t want us to wash off the smell of us on your skin.”
“Oh god,” I mutter and wedge myself into his chest. I let him wash me as I hide in shame. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help but feel embarrassed.
The Andrews pack loved to tease me endlessly about how desperate I was for their knots during my heat. It always came with name calling and tears.
But as Vic tells me about my heat and clearing up the blurry moments, there is none of that shame I had once felt. It's the complete opposite. Vic clearly finds my actions to be sexy—his words, not mine.
It's strange, being boasted about in this way after being used to something so much different.
It helps me to see that maybe Vic isn’t like the other Alphas. That maybe his anger was a momentary thing.
Because Scott, Matt, Jason and Trey never tended to me through my heats.
I would come out of the blur starving, dehydrated and covered in various substances. Bruises and bite marks would cover my skin for weeks before they eventually healed.
My last heat was the only time they gave me any kind of care.
It was only because they almost succeeded in killing me.
I shake myself out of my thoughts about my previous pack and think about my current pack.
Shit, when did I start referring to them as mine?
Because after this heat, I know that I could never refer to them as anything but. Conall, Olis and even Vic proved to me that I am safe. That even when my mind isn’t my own, they will still honor my wishes.
Not only that, but they are amazing with Amity. They make my little girl happy, spoiling her with love from a male figure that I have always wanted for her. True father figures.
I don’t have to do a thorough inspection of my body to know that they didn’t claim me. I know that couldn’t have been easy. There is no doubt in my mind that I would have begged for them relentlessly.
Yet, they resisted even against their own bodies' desires.
Because they care for me. They respect me.
It's a gift from an Alpha I never thought I would be entitled to, or ever see.
Even though they didn’t give me their bites during my heat, I know it's not something that is permanently off the table, even without talking to them directly.
They have left it to be my choice. One I am able to make when I am of sound mind.
Lifting my head, I place a gentle kiss on Vic’s cheek. He pauses halfway through undoing my braids to look at me.
“Thank you,” I say in a whisper. His responding smile makes my heart clench. His eyes are filled with emotion. The strongest one being love.
“You never have to thank me for the bare minimum, dolce ciliegra. It is my life's honor to be here in this capacity for you.”
A single tear rolls down my cheek as a feeling of euphoria settles in my chest.
“I don’t deserve to be here, Valley. I hurt you in a way that’s unthinkable. But if you give me a chance, I will never allow your heart to break again. I will love you and Amity until my dying breath. Everything that is mine will be yours. Fino alla fine dei tempi, dolcezza mia.”
Unable to speak, I close the distance between us. The moment my lips meet his, we are lost to each other.
Without words, I tell him yes. I tell him just how much I want him. How I want to be his. That I want him to be mine. That I want to grow old with him, Olis and Cal. To be his Omega and him my Alpha. For him to be my baby girl's step-father. To be my everything.
Eventually we pull apart. I rest my forehead against his as I catch my breath.
“Mine. My Omega. My Valentina,” he growls, holding me tightly to his naked body.
“Yours.”
After both Vic and I are clean, we make our way back to the nest, only to find it empty. Vic doesn’t seem surprised, grabbing my hand, leading me back out through the house and to the kitchen.
The scent of freshly baked pastries greets us along with my two shirtless Alphas. It is a struggle to not turn into a goopy mess as I take in their hard chests.
Ones that are covered in scratch marks.
I gasp, dropping Vic’s hand as I rush towards Olis. I inspect the marks, cursing myself as I come across a deep one. Fresh blood is dotted across the wound and tears fill my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Olis. I can’t believe I did this to you.”
A deep chuckle shocks me. I look up at Olis whose broad smile covers his face, looking at the marks.
“Oh, my sweet girl. These marks are an honor for me to wear.”
My mouth hangs open as I look at him in shock; even more so when Cal comes over to stand beside his pack brother. His chest is puffed, showing me his marks.
“I was kind of hoping for a much more permanent mark but these will do for now,” he teases, making my eyes narrow as I smack his hard stomach.
He grunts, his wounded look an act as he approaches me. I squeal, unable to hold back a laugh as he lifts me over his shoulder, his hand slapping my ass cheek as he spins.
“Such a cheeky little Omega playing with her Alpha’s feelings. I am wounded, Little Devil.”
I am still laughing as he eventually sets me down. In true Cal fashion, he doesn’t let me escape just yet, grabbing me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap.
Olis sets down two plates in front of us before placing a kiss on my forehead.
I watch as Olis fusses over one plate, making sure to get as much variety of the English breakfast onto a fork. He holds it up to me, waiting patiently for me to take it.
I open my mouth, groaning as he feeds me.
It's an odd feeling, allowing him to see to my needs in this way. Really, every green flag action has me shook to my core. It doesn’t feel natural even though I know this is the life many of my fellow designation are given.
But for me, this is all new.
Cal takes over and finishes feeding me in silence. There is a blissed look on his face each time he offers me more food.
Once I am full, he turns to his food and begins shoveling it into his mouth. I watch, thoroughly impressed as the food is gone within a matter of minutes. Especially considering his plate was at least double mine, if not more.
They don’t lie when they say that Alphas eat a lot.
The chiming of a phone has us all perking up to attention. Olis pulls out his cell frowning as he reads the new message.
His expression doesn’t change, the only indicator he isn’t happy about whatever he is reading being a slight lift of his lip.
Looking up, he finds Vic. They hold eye contact for a moment before he looks at Cal, then finally, me.
“They found another body. This one at the Throbbing Knot.”