I let out a sigh of relief. Yes, let’s leave. I stand up, pushing the chair back as Colson comes around behind Dash to where I’m standing. “I’ll be back around in a couple weeks,” Colson says to his parents.
“You still have a lot to learn about being an accountant to the powerful men of the country,” Mr. Winslow says.
“I understand, but we both know you aren’t ready to give up the role just yet. So, I’ll be back in a couple weeks,” Colson states as he slips his hand into mine.
“Very well. It was nice to meet you, Veronica.” Evan smiles, pushing up out of his chair. “We can’t wait to see what you do with your life.” He winks and disappears.
“Oh, Veronica. I have something for you,” Mrs. Winslow says, rushing out of the room. She comes back with a bag in her hand. “This is something my mother gave me, and her mother before that. I never had a daughter myself, but now that I have you, I can pass it down.” She smiles while handing me the bag. “Don’t open it until you’re alone, it’s meant for Omega eyes only.” She winks.
I tuck the small bag into my arm, offering her a soft smile and nod. “Thank you, Mrs. Winslow.”
“Pish posh. Call me Jane, one day, maybe even Momma.” I cringe slightly at the term momma. I had a wonderful mom, and I don’t think I could ever use that term for anyone else.
“Okay. We gotta go.” Colson, tugs on my arm, pulling me away from his mom right as she begins to open her arms for a hug. I’ve never been one to hug strangers, and I think Colson knew his mom would attempt to hug me.
I turn on my heels to face the front entrance as I’m suddenly surrounded by my Alpha’s as we walk away from Mrs. Winslow. When we exit the home, I feel a slight relief wash over me. I survived the first encounter with his parents. Thankfully, I won’t have to have a first encounter with any of the others’ parents. I laugh to myself as Colson opens the door for me to climb in so we can leave.
When people talk about soulmates and loved ones in the Beta church, I never understood what they meant, but looking at my guys as they climb into the SUV, I realize what it is they mean. It's a person or people who know you through and through. And all four of these men do. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know I belong with them.
Darrell pulls away from the curb, allowing me to take the first breath of freedom. Freedom from myself, the self doubt, and lingering questions of whether this is the right thing for me.
Chapter Seven
I’ve done so much research in the last two weeks, while I sit around doing nothing else. My heat is going to start very soon, and while I can’t wait to be wrapped in their arms, fucked until I can’t see straight, I’d like to be with them without my heat. I feel like the only time I’m with them is when I’m in heat, and aside from the first day, I don’t remember most of it. It’s like I take the heat in a blind fight of raging hormones. I’d like to remember it all, from start to finish. I know that I won’t be able to go like I normally do when I’m in heat, but I can feel the tingle between my legs as I watch Mitch lifting weights.
He either doesn’t see me or is ignoring me as I stand with my elbows on the banister, looking down at him in the living room. Pressing my thighs together, I feel a ping of need pulse through me. I wear a loose off the shoulder sweater without a bra, and a pair of pajama shorts
“Little one.” I hear Darrell whisper as he presses his body to mine. I let out a moan as he skates a hand around me, starting at my shoulder, moving down to my breast. Leaning back against him, my mouth opens as my eyes close.
When his fingers touch my skin, moving up my body under my shirt, I push back against him. “Yessss.” My voice carries the s sound for a few beats longer than I meant it to, but I can’t exactly think correctly with his hands on me like this.
“Do you like what you see down there?” he asks, as I turn my attention back to Mitch, who’s now shirtless, and glistening from the sweat. Pulling my bottom lip in, I bite down softly as I nod. Mitch looks up with his hair sticking to his forehead. “You aren't in heat, yet you smell like you could explode in my hands right now.” Darrell’s words purr through me as he pulls my shorts down, helping me step out of them.
I feel my knees start to give out at the sound of his low rumbling voice, the sound of a man, who knows what he’s doing. He kneads at my breasts, one hand on each, pulling moans out of me. His hands work me over like I’m the instrument he’s trained to play for years, and now has it perfected. Each squeeze forces my nipples to peak harder against his palms.
“Hands on the banister,” he commands, letting go of my breasts. I do as he says, looking down at Mitch who is now sitting in a chair with his pants off, slowly stroking himself.
Darrell pushes my legs apart, spreading me wide as I stand here, waiting for more. There are hands squeezing my ass, spreading me further apart, then I feel it, the warmth of his tongue. He starts low, hitting my clit with the tip of his tongue and moves it slowly up, taking a second to push it into me. My breath hitches for a second as his tongue moves further up, lapping me up from front to back, taking in every inch of me.
I let out a cry as he pushes his tongue into me again, only this time, it's not where I expected it. Even though I didn’t expect that, it still feels amazing, titillating. Like, I didn’t think I’d like it, but it's more than I could have ever thought.
A whimper leaves my lips as I feel his fingers push into me. “This is mine,” he growls, working into me, thrusting his fingers, like he’s been starved for years.
“Yes.” I lean over the banister, opening more for him.
“Yes, what, little one.” He pulls his fingers from me, ripping a groan from me at the sudden emptiness.
I pause for a moment, lost in the feeling of him not being there, then the stars align and I remember what I need to say. “Daddy, it's yours,” I purr, pushing myself back to find him. Needing him to continue.
“That’s right, little one.” Suddenly his mouth finds me again, pushing his tongue deep inside of me. I watch below, seeing Mitch stroking himself, and now Colson sits in the other chair watching me.
I hear another growl beside me, and slowly I turn to look, finding Dash standing there, panting. “You enjoy us watching you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss as I feel my core tighten, each thrust Darrell delivers sending me further down the rabbit hole. Dash’s hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it just as I feel my body shaking. “Ohhmmyyy!” I cry out, feeling the ripple through my entire being, forcing me to cum harder as Dash presses his lips to mine.
My knees wobble, barely keeping me upright as Darrell continues fucking me with his fingers, forcing me to stay upright as he vibrates a growl against my ass. My breath is jagged and shaky as I ride the high, watching the lights burst behind my closed eyes.
“Perfection.” I hear Darrell’s voice as I come back to reality, feeling the buzz between my legs. Dash released my throat at some point, but I couldn’t tell you when.