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"Ready?" I ask against her lips.

"Ready."

I start to push forward. Just the tip. We both freeze. The sensation is overwhelming. Perfect. Like coming home.

"Okay?" I'm barely holding on to control.

"Okay. But..." She looks up at me with wide, trusting eyes. "Go slow."

"Always," I promise.

And then I push forward. Watching her face. Ready to stop at the first sign of pain.

Chapter 30

Daisy

This is it.

The moment I've been thinking about. Dreaming about. Terrifying myself over for weeks. Gunner poised above me, his eyes dark with want and something deeper. Love. Protection. The promise that he'll take care of me.

This is what I need before my heat takes over completely. This private time with him. One on one with the first alpha who ever made me feel truly safe. I trust him heart and soul. I knew from the beginning that he would be perfect for my first time. For his first time too.

I can feel him against me. Hard and warm and so much bigger than I expected. My heart is racing. Not from fear. From anticipation. From the rightness of this moment.

"Go slow," I whisper. He nods.

The first push takes my breath away. He's so thick. Stretching me in ways I never imagined. The pressure is intense, but not painful. My body produces more slick, welcoming him, making everything smooth and perfect.

"Breathe," he murmurs. I realize I've been holding my breath.

I inhale deeply. Let my body relax and accept him. He pushes a little deeper. I feel my inner walls yielding, opening for him like they were designed for exactly this. The sensation is incredible... a fullness that feels absolutely right.

"More," I whisper. "It feels so good. I need more."

He pushes deeper. So carefully. I feel myself opening for him completely. The fullness is overwhelming in the best possible way. I can see his struggle written across his face. His desperate want warring with his need to protect me. His fear that he's hurting me.

"It's okay," I tell him. "I want this. I want you. It feels perfect."

He pushes deeper. So carefully. So gently. No pain at all. Just the most incredible sensation of being filled completely. Something that feels like coming home.

"Almost there, sweetheart," he whispers against my ear, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers. "Doing so good. So perfect."

He presses a soft kiss to my temple, and the tender gesture sends heat straight through me. The way he touches me.God.This is everything I dreamed my first time could be.

One more push. He's fully seated inside me, his knot nudging at my entrance. We both go perfectly still. Breathing hard. It's a shock, how much of him there is, how deep he is. I can feel him everywhere. For a second, I think I might break apart from being so completely filled.

"How does it feel?" he asks. His voice strained with the effort of staying still.

I take a moment to just feel. "It's... so much," I manage, and he tenses, eyes searching mine for hurt. But it's not pain. I want to tell him that I've never felt more alive. Wide open and burning. Every part of me on fire.

"It's good," I say firmly. "It's perfect. I like how we... fit." I can feel him throbbing inside me, and when I clench around him experimentally and he shudders.

"Fuck," he grits out, hand finding my hip like he needs the grounding. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me, Daisy."

"Maybe I was," I say, because in this moment, it feels true.

He starts to move then. Gentle at first, so achingly careful, like he's afraid I'll break apart if he goes too hard. Every time he pulls out, I feel the loss. When he pushes back in…holy shit.This incredible rush of pleasure. The sensation is unbelievable. Raw. Vital. Every movement a demand and surrender.