Chapter 45 Veda
forty-five
Veda
I’m warm, hot, and tingling all over.
From the moment I opened my eyes, I felt something was different, but then everything was different, so I decided not to worry too much.
The whole day, I wanted to jump the guy's bones. I’ve been eye-fucking them like crazy, but really, when someone rescues your daughter and brings your mother back from hell, of course, it changes how you see them.
But it’s not just Major who changed in my eyes.
I’m melting into a puddle any time Derrick or Jesse holds Mirasol.
Big arms holding a tiny baby? Yeah, that would do it.
So really, I didn’t think much of it. And then they made me a birthday cake. Rough cowboys learned how to bake for me.
For me.
It’s a very normal reaction to fall deeper in love with them. It’s a reasonable desire to want to kneel right there and give them a blow job. I really didn’t think much of any of this, but as the day went by, my temperature rose, and now I feel on fire.
My mom obviously noticed. She’s been eyeing me since the morning, checking my temperature constantly as if I’m a kid asking to skip school. She says they are mine, so my heat can kick off at any point.
“I don’t know,” Derrick tells me as his eyes zigzag over my face.
“What’s happening, sweetheart?”
Jesse’s hand covers my forehead, and I lean into the touch as if he’s touching a much more interesting part.
“She’s burning up.”
Major sucks in a breath as he reaches for me, too, hands on my neck. Suddenly, everyone is a doctor, and I’m falling apart with the most innocent of touches.
“I’m starting with my heat, right?” I lick my lips as I ask them.
The question comes out soft, and I know it’s because it’s full of hope. Mom told me last night that if I think they are mine, it means they are, but really, a scent-match and a heat would make everything so much easier for us.
Yet now that it is actually happening, it feels a little more out of control than I anticipated.
“I can’t believe it…” Derrick says.
“You can’t? I’m yours. How many times do I have to say that?”
He growls like an animal, and I love it, before kissing me hard. It’s a possessive kiss, the type that leaves a brand behind. My toes curl over the wooden floor, and a little of the itchy heat flows away. He holds me against his chest, and every part of his body touching me feels soothed.
Okay, so they just need to keep their hands on me. Easy. And make me come, yes, I feel that’s a very important piece of the puzzle.
“Her scent was too good today,” Major says somewhere behind me.
“Her scent is always delicious,” Jesse argues. “I assume this was because she was recovering. I didn't know we were scent-matching.”
“Because you are all hard-headed!” I whine.
It’s a whine. There’s no mistake in the quality of my voice, and it turns to a hiss when Derrick moves away from me, leaving me limp on the couch. I don’t know why I’m limp. They are right, I am recovering. In fact, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, yet I’m weak.
“It’s really intense.” I lick my lips. “Maybe we should do something rather than argue why you guys didn’t notice it was happening.”
“Do you want to take a bath?” Jesse asks.
And I laugh. Damn, I laugh because no, if I’m about to take my clothes off, I have other activities in mind. Thankfully, Major answers him before I have a chance to articulate all that when I have a foggy mind.
“She needs knotting, not a bath.”
His voice is low, deep, and it goes straight to my core. Never in my life have I thought about my core, but it’s really the only thing on my mind right now. The sound that comes out of me can’t be described as anything but a deep meow, like a lonely, sad cat. Begging for cock.
It’s truly intense, clouding everything in my mind.
“Let’s move her to the bedrooms,” Derrick says as he lifts me in his arms and starts heading to the hallway.
His corded neck tenses when I make a show of licking his skin like an ice cream. It’s like I can’t hold myself back. Before the heat, I might have thought about licking him, but stopped myself.
Now? I give in to every impulse.
“Little Omega, you’re going to be the death of me. Wait until we make it to the bedroom,” he begs.
I chuckle and nibble on his jaw in response. He shivers, and I love it all so much. It feels so damn delicious to be the reason a big cowboy shivers. When he puts me on my feet, I realize we are in Major’s bedroom. It’s the farthest from mine, where my mom and child are, so it’s a good choice.
My toes barely touch the ground, and I discard my dress and panties.
They feel wrong against my skin right now, heavy on my pebbled nipples.
I look down at my body, wondering if I can see some real physical change, but beside the fire burning inside, I look like I always did.
Brown skin, curly hair, soft belly and thick thighs. Yep, it’s all here.
The door closes with a soft thud, and I snap out of my self-assessment to find the three of them watching me with hungry eyes.
Before, their gaze was flattering enough, but now it does something to me on a molecular level.
My toes scrape the floor, I pant and squirm, completely drenched and wanting.
They groan at once as if it’s rehearsed.
I know I’m perfuming like crazy, but right now it’s so much, I don’t even know if we can call it that.
How did I never notice my scent before? It’s a thick cloak around my shoulders, it follows wherever I go.
I know Alphas can scent it better, but there’s no way Betas can’t smell.
Maybe every inexplicably good-smelling human is an Omega in hiding?
What more excuses do we make for something that is right in front of us?
“Can you all knot me at once?” I breathe out.
Derrick chuckles. “How?”
I blink in confusion. “I have three holes.”
It’s all logical. I need everything to be filled now, and maybe this empty feeling will go away.
“A lovely thought, darlin’, but I don’t think your mouth can take my knot.” He says that as he touches my chin, and I know he’s wondering too, just like me.
“Well, I can die trying.”
They laugh, and Derrick tugs my hand toward Major’s bed. “Let’s try to do this without any fatalities first.”
This is no nest, though it’s a big king-sized bed. Major is a big guy after all. The soft sheets feel so good against my skin. They smell like Major and leave me breathless. I’m focusing on the sheets until I realize they started taking their clothes off.
The sinful display is the best thing I’ve ever seen. My eyes devour Derrick’s tattoos, Jesse’s lean, taut build, and Major’s cock piercings. I part my legs, the most serious invitation I’ve ever sent.
“Who’s first?” I ask.
They growl and move together toward me. I’ve never really given the pack thing enough thought.
They are very different men who happened to share a ranch, but like this, they look exactly like a pack of wolves—starving for me.
I hold my breath as they prowl toward me—Derrick closer, Major to the left, and Jesse to the right.
Everything about them screams masculinity and Alpha strength.
Damn, that works for me so well.
According to my mom, I’m the Divine Feminine, so there’s no doubt in my mind that they are the Divine Masculine. The powerful energy that radiates from them right now awakens something in me, the piece of the puzzle that clicks with heat.
They look even bigger than they are, as if they double in size as my temperature rose.
But I don’t feel scared, I feel protected.
Wanted. My eyes fall closed, and I listen to my intuition, which is what kicked this off, I’m sure.
All I had to do was to say out loud what my heart knew was true.
My words spoke my deepest desire into existence and if there is a goddess, she has a faithful daughter in me.
Derrick inhales deeply as his knees hit the bed, and he starts crawling over to me. I watch him with parted lips until he’s on top of me, chest to chest. The feel of his skin against mine has me whimpering, and I open my legs farther to accommodate his size.
“I can’t believe you’re really ours.”
“I always knew,” I whisper.
My soulmates, my mates for life. Derrick hears what I’m not saying, the adoration in my tone. The reverence I have for the universe for giving me this gift. I have everything I’ve ever wanted. And now, more than ever, I need him inside me.
His palm finds my cheek, and I lean to the touch, and then he pushes his cock to the hilt.
“Oh god.” I arch my back, nipples grazing against his chest.
Everything clicks into place, goose bumps run down my arms, and I whimper as he thrusts long and deep until all I can feel is his knot trying to push itself in. My legs curl around him, and the heels of my foot dig against his ass, urging him to go deeper.
“I want everything,” I whisper.
“You have everything of me, darlin’. Everything I am is yours.” His voice is so sweet, so goddamn soft, the tears I didn’t want to shed fall.
It’s unholy that tears and love declarations follow the horniest moment of my life. Yet I’m not surprised. This moment is more about sex than skin against skin.
Our souls are intertwining together and becoming one. If I close my eyes, I can see it right in front of me, as clear as the belief the sun will rise in the sky.
“Look at you. You take him so well.” I open my eyes in a flash.
Major comes to sit beside my head, his hand on my hair, love written all over his handsome face.
“She’s amazing,” Jesse whispers from the other side.
I’m not prepared for how this feels. The heat, the sex… and the love? It brings it all together, one beautiful warm ball of light exploding from my chest.
Derrick rises on his knees, holding my ass with his hands as he brings me to a new angle. The strokes become insistent, and I call out his name as he goes deeper than ever and his knot squeezes right in, leaving us both breathless.
My head tips back, my back arches, and I let out a whimper. I’ve been knotted a couple of times now, and it feels so right every single time. I know it’s not the knot, but the cowboys who do it.
Derrick locks in his jaw set, his arms holding on to me for dear life. When the picture looks so good that I’m about to surrender to my orgasm, Major takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue, and I go off instantly.
My pussy grips Derrick’s knot, and I watch in awe as he follows me into the abyss.
He falls forward, chest on my chest, a goofy smile on his lips.
I love having sex with them, but I’m starting to love knotting even more.
It feels so good when they are tethered to me.
The rightness of it all fills my chest, and I smile silly as I catch my breath.
“And this is just the start,” Major warns over my head.