Chapter 26 Veda
twenty-six
Veda
The incessant knocking wakes me up, and I groan as I make my way to the door.
It’s not locked. It never is, but they still don’t come in unless I let them in.
For the past three days since we came back to the ranch, I've been treated like a queen. They cook insane meals multiple times a day, all according to the meal plan Anne prepared. A lot of sunflower seeds, and that’s something Wilde Ranch has in spades.
They also insist that I sleep late, make sure I take naps, and are absolutely tyrannical about vitamins, which they purchased at Willow Ridge, and make sure I take the right ones every morning.
“Yes?” I open the door with a mocking flourish.
The three of them are there, looking at me with different smiles. Maybe not Major. He’s there glaring at me, but I’m getting used to that. It doesn’t bother that much when it comes with something nice attached.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” I ask when they don’t say anything.
“The nest is here!” Jesse says as he shoulders his way to my bedroom.
I rub my eyes and step away, letting them invade my space. “What do you mean by nest?”
Derrick takes all the sheets from my bed as Major comes in with tools. A box of goddamn tools. He places it on the floor and opens the two-compartment lid, deciding on the right screwdriver before he starts taking my bed apart.
“Hey! I was using that! What’s going on here?”
I really don’t like that coming back to bed is not an option anymore.
“I always felt this room was the wrong choice.” Jesse sighs before taking a screwdriver too and choosing the opposite end of the bed to work.
“I like that bed. It’s a comfortable bed.”
“But you need a nest, darlin’.” Derrick starts working too.
“I don’t even know what a nest is, so I doubt that I need it.”
Now that three of them are working on it, the bed comes apart quickly, and they start to take it from my room. I don’t say anything but stand by the door, yawning and waiting for the nest I was promised.
When they all come back with a huge human-sized dog bed, I actually start laughing.
It doesn’t look bad. On the contrary, it looks extremely comfy.
It’s almost as high as the bed but much larger and round with a raised side.
Unlike a regular bed, it doesn't need to be put together, so this means the moment it’s set, I crawl inside.
“This is huge,” I say for my spot in the middle.
“That’s because it’s supposed to fit you and your pack,” Derrick says with that sexy smirk of his.
Oh yes, this bed is made for group sex.
The thought leaves me red in the face, and of course, he can tell. I clear my throat and look away, but Derrick is not the kind of man who lets me stew in my shame. He jumps right in, making the nest feel smaller.
“Let’s see if it’s really that good.”
His big arms fold under his head as he kicks off his boots, not to dirty my new nest. He looks sinfully gorgeous stretched beside me, and my belly’s butterflies start with their regular havoc.
Jesse and Major come back, arms full of pillows and soft blankets, which they dump over us before going out to get more.
“This is insane,” I say in awe, looking at a particularly cute cherry-shaped cushion. “Tell me how this is important for my health?”
I shake the cushion on his face with a laugh, and I’m not prepared when he yanks it from my hands, and I end up falling all over his chest. Derrick’s arms close around me, and before I realize, we are cuddling.
I’m flabbergasted by how he managed to position me how he wants, but I’m not complaining. I want this cuddle too.
He’s warmer than any blanket I’ve ever owned, and his masculine scent drives me insane, and it’s all just him and soap. I inhale deeply and relax in his arms, my eyes closing softly.
“Oh god!” I bounce suddenly to the other side, my body turning around and coming face-to-face with Jesse.
He has a shit-eating grin that makes me laugh, especially when he takes me away from Derrick with a huff. He’s just as delicious to cuddle, even as he keeps me firmly over his chest, ignoring Derrick trying to pry me off his arms.
It’s all very silly, but I know I’d sleep so well between them. They are both scorching hot, in every way possible, and the fake fight finally ends when we find a nice position, with my face on Jesse’s chest and Derrick cuddling me from behind.
“Get out of her nest,” Major orders from above.
I’m so relaxed, I only open one eye. “I’m right where I want to be, cowboy.”
My answer is not what he wants to hear, but he doesn’t pry his pack away from me. God knows, I’d fight. Shaking his head, he just leaves the room. I close my eyes once again and force myself to forget about Major, but it hurts that he’s never here.
Never with me like the others.
Major is not the type of man to do anything wrong, and in the end, this is not right. I had time to read all those bulky biology texts they brought from the township, and it became painfully clear that while I have the hots for them, I’m not in heat.
They aren’t my pack. They are just guys trying to do the right thing, and it’s my fault that I keep wanting to kiss Jesse again and do much more with Derrick than I allowed myself to do in the woods. The possibilities keep running through my mind, especially when they take such good care of me.
The trauma in the voice of my grandpa screams that I should tell them not to worry about me, but in the days since I’m back, my health has improved significantly.
Any time I try to protest their fussiness, Major reminds me I’m doing this for Mirasol. I need to be stronger for her. He’s right. I let this depression and weakness cloud my mind for too long now. I won’t let it happen again. I’m determined to be stronger for my daughter.
I don’t realize I fell asleep until I wake up with a start, dripping wet and breasts heavy.
What the—?
I gulp air and pry my eyes open, trying to get a hold of myself, but Derrick’s cock is hard against my ass.
I can feel everything he is, and I can’t think straight like this.
To my horror, the hand that was resting over Jesse’s heart is now palming him over his denim, and I yelp to remove it, but he places his large hand over mine, keeping me in place.
“No way, sweetheart. You can stay just like that.”
His voice is rough, and I’m not sure if it's sleep or desire, but it twists me into knots until I’m so tight I can’t breathe. I whimper and buck my hips, looking for friction as if I need it more than I need air, just to be stopped by Derrick’s hand digging into my hips.
“Caught ya,” he breathes out over my ear, rubbing his cock on my ass.
No one is touching my pussy, but I’m about to come anyway. Damn, they are good!
I tell myself this was just an innocent nap. I didn’t really mean for this to happen, but it’s hard to find excuses for myself when I told Major I was right where I wanted to be.
No words were ever so true.
Jesse feels hard under my hand, irradiating warmth. I grip him harder, wishing there was nothing between us.
“Can I touch you?” I breathe.
Something like pain comes to his face, and he throws his head back. “I might not survive if you don’t, sweetheart.”
Well, what kind of guest would I be if I let them just die when I can do something to help? I undo the buttons with eagerness that ends in surprise when his cock just pops out, leaking already at the tip.
“No underwear?” I gasp.
“I’m ready to go.” He chuckles. “Just in case you come calling.”
He is hot and smooth, my fingers barely close around him. When I stroke him for the first time, his chuckle turns into a masculine moan, and I’m a puddle of desire driven only to make him feel good.
“Look at you handling him, darlin’,” Derrick's sudden praise comes in a whisper. “So pretty.”
It ignates something in me, and my movements become even more frantic.
Hungry. I pump Jesse’s cock while Derrick humps me from behind, using my ass to get himself off.
It’s a turn on I didn’t know I had. The room is heavy with their groans, and I swear that I just need their pleasure to reach my own.
Derrick dips his hand under the elastic band of my pajamas, and I’m so ready to go. I see stars with the first contact. He just nudges my clit, and I’m coming for him.
Whimpering, moaning, and tingling all over.
“Shit,” Jesse curses as he takes my expression of full desire.
From the crease between my brows to the sweat forming in my temple, I’m undone by them.
I grip Jesse's knot, creating that impossible pressure I know he’ll love, and he comes all over my hand.
Ropes of cum hit him right in his stomach.
It makes a mess, but my mouth waters, wishing he had come inside me.
Derrick is not far behind. His fingers dig into my skin, rough denim against the soft material of my pajamas. He moves like he’s fucking me, a proprietary hand over my pussy, as if he’s the new owner.
He might as well be.
He comes with my name on his tongue, it drags out as he can taste me, his teeth graze my earlobe, and I shiver all over. I’m boneless after all, and ever so thankful for the nest.
“Fuck, I’ve never come so hard,” Derrick grunts. “And in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
I giggle and look over my shoulder, and sure enough, the front of his pants is completely ruined.
I smile unashamed, something that never happens, but this moment is so perfect I don’t want to ruin it by bringing up the voices in my head.
I tell them to shut up for the time being. I want to be present.
“You’re so perfect,” Jesse says, grabbing my chin and turning my attention back to him. “Your hand feels so good around me.”
His knot is still looking big even after coming. I imagine all that inside me, and all of a sudden, I feel extremely empty and in need of something else. I know I start perfuming again when they both groan and lie back on the pillow, Jesse’s cock starting to stir again.
“I’m sorry, I feel so… tight all the time.”
“No need to say sorry.” Derrick kisses my shoulder. “As you get stronger, more Omega traits will show. That means… more perfuming.”
He jumps out of the nest, looking down at the mess he made, and I have to bite down on my lip not to laugh. Jesse starts moving too, tucking himself in and brushing his curls out of his face.
“I didn’t feel like this before. Like ever.”
Derrick winces. “I don’t think it’s just the pregnancy, darlin’. I think you’ve been neglected and suppressed your whole life. The diet Mom put together, the vitamins, and everything we are doing is not only because you’re postpartum.”
“I wasn’t neglected,” I tell them because I don’t want them to think I’ve been starving all these years. “I had servants in the house. I was given food and education. I’m not—”
“Neglecting an Omega can happen in different ways.” Jesse shakes his head.
“What you’ve been through is emotional abuse.
It doesn’t matter that he fed you when he fed you lies, too.
Anyone would need time to recover after that, but it hits an Omega especially hard.
You need to be nurtured so you can nurture others.
You need love and attention because you pour yourself into the people you love.
Omegas are the backbone of our society. We should take care of them not just because they need to be spoiled, but because we depend on them. ”
Derrick nods and places a hand over my cheek. “It’ll take time to undo the damage he did, but I’m a patient man. I’m going to see you through it.”
They kiss me on the cheek. It is so tender I blush, but they both leave to start dressing for the day.
Derrick can’t be comfortable with a wet patch on his crotch.
I’m taking a shower and humming happily when it finally comes to me that what they mean by all that speech is that I’m never seeing Grandpa again.