She nods. “And I need yours, too.”
I smile. “Don’t worry, you’re getting it.”
Her heels push against my ass as she urges me to go deeper, insatiable little Omega. Her desire is so delicious, and I know I won’t last long. Not when she feels this good. It’s okay, this is only the beginning. There will be many more nights like this. A lifetime to show her how much I want her.
She pants and whispers my name as my knot fits tightly inside her. I cradle her head between my hands, and I kiss her again and again. Pouring every feeling as I do. All my love, all my admiration. Does she even know she owns me that deeply? That I’m nothing without her?
“I’m almost there, baby,” I warn her. “But I want you there with me.”
I find her clit again, and she squirms when I touch it. After all the orgasms, I bet it’s sensitive, but she gets used to my touch once again, and soon she’s begging for more.
She gets tighter, her voice just a whisper of unintelligible sounds. Watching her lose herself while I fuck her is a privilege. There’s so much vulnerability in the way she takes me, I’ll never forget that my most important job is to protect my Omega. To make Veda smile.
She comes around my cock, squeezing me like a vise, and it feels like magic. My voice goes hoarse with her name between my lips, and then I’m coming inside her.
My perfect Omega. My Veda. My life.
“I love you,” I whisper.
She gives me a lazy smile and shakes her head. “Of course you do. You belong to me.”
And isn’t that the most beautiful truth?
Six months later
Grandpa died.
It’s just another Tuesday, and Sol is strapped over my chest while I feed the chickens when Dominic calls to let us know. I don’t ask how, but I know it wasn’t a natural death. No one dies of old age with the number of enemies my grandfather collected over the years.
I never truly grieve for him. Not the way I grieved the mother he took from me, and the baby he ripped from my arms. I grieved so many things he did that I don’t have it in my soul to spare him with any.
What does arrive is money.A lot of money.
Our first reaction is not to touch the St. James dirty money. It sickens me to even think of using the money from Omega trafficking, but Dominic reminds me that I have a daughter now. Grandpa was the ranch’s biggest customer, and with him gone, the harvest wasn’t completely sold. There wasn’t enough time to find new customers, and it killed me to see those flowers going to waste.
So I took some money to keep the ranch afloat, but I set most of it aside to aid with the Omegas rescue. It’s only right that the dirty money goes back to them, to make sure the ones rescued can start a life on their own.
Mom falls to her knees when she hears the news. The man who tortured her for over twenty years is finally dead. I think, even if sheknew rationally she was safe at the ranch, there was still the fear that everything could fall apart at any moment.
His death brought some kind of closure to us. I see it in my mother. She’s ready to finally live her life. She’s not so afraid, and is in Brazil right now. Not forever, just for a visit. She has Mirasol and me here, and all my missing siblings to come back to.
Dominic has info on all the babies Mom gave away, and he promised to find them. It’s kind of crazy to think of the amount of responsibility that man just shouldered, but he doesn’t look bothered. He looks determined.
It feels like something will always be missing for Mom as long as her children are out there, but she’s closer to getting them than she ever was.
Faith.That’s all we need now.
The house is empty when I return from feeding the chickens. Sol is already fussing, looking to be fed. I loosen the swing around me, enamored by her chubby little legs.
She has changed a lot in the past few months. Big, strong, and has her three daddies wrapped around her finger.
After grabbing a bottle, I bring her to the porch. We love watching the sun set and breathing the clean air while I wait for my men to come back. Mirasol drinks all of her bottle and sits up on my lap, burping between giggles. She’s a delicate flower, really.
“Look at you,” I coo at her, rubbing her back.
We watch the sun going down on the horizon, the orange hue tinting our piece of land. My heart is full of love, my child is bouncing over my knee, and when I think it couldn’t be more perfect, my three cowboys arrive on their horses.
Damn, they look good like that.
