Page 129 of Daisy

"Need to touch you," I say against her lips. Not asking. Telling her what I need. What she needs.

"Please."

I slide my hand down her body, mapping every curve. She's burning up, trembling. Her skin is so soft, so perfect under my callused hands. When I reach the waistband of her underwear, I pause. Look into her eyes for permission.

She nods frantically, and I slip my fingers under the fabric.

Holy fuck.

She's soaked. Slick coats my fingers the moment I touch her, and the scent that rises from between her thighs nearly brings me to my knees. And she cries out when I brush her clit like it's the first time anyone's touched her there.

The sound goes straight to my knot. I circle the swollen nub, watching her face transform with pleasure. Her head falls back against the pillows, dark hair spread like silk around her flushed cheeks. Every reaction she has is like fuel to the fire burning in my veins.

"So sensitive," I murmur, fascinated by how responsive she is. Every gentle touch makes her gasp and arch. "This what you need?"

"More." The word comes out broken, desperate. Her hips rock against my hand, seeking friction. "Need more. Need you inside me."

Her scent floods my system again, so rich and needy it makes my hands shake. I want to take my time with her, worship every inch of her body, but her heat is infectious. It's making me just as desperate as she is.

I slide one finger into her slick heat and we both moan. She's so tight, walls fluttering around me like she's trying to pull me deeper. The knowledge that I'm touching her like this, that she's responding to me, makes something primal roar through my chest.

My cock throbs painfully against my jeans. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to claim her, to rip off my clothes and bury myself inside her until she screams my name. But I forcemyself to focus on her pleasure first. She deserves to feel good. Deserves to be worshipped.

"That's it," I encourage, working my finger slowly in and out. Her body is learning, adjusting, opening for me. "You feel incredible."

And she does. Hot and slick and perfect around my finger. I can feel every flutter of her walls, every clench as pleasure builds inside her. I'm the one making her feel this way, and she's responding to my touch.

She's panting now, little gasps and whimpers falling from her lips. When she looks at me with those blown-wide pupils, something primal in my chest roars with satisfaction. This is what I've wanted for so long. To see her like this, uninhibited and wild. To be the one who breaks her apart and puts her back together.

"Another one," she manages between breaths. "Please."

I add a second finger, stretching her. The way she arches into the touch, back bowing off the nest, makes my mouth go dry.

"You're doing so well," I tell her, voice rough with arousal. "Taking my fingers so perfectly."

Around us, the air grows thicker with shared arousal. I can hear Cassian's breathing go rough and uneven. Catch the sound of fabric shifting as someone adjusts themselves. Gunner's scent spikes with need. Hawk mutters something under his breath that sounds like a prayer or a curse.

The knowledge that they're all watching, all getting off on seeing me touch our omega, sends heat racing down my spine. It should be overwhelming, having an audience for something so intimate. Instead it makes everything hotter. More intense.

But I can't focus on them right now. All my attention is on Daisy, on the way she's falling apart beneath my hands. I curl my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that will make her see stars.

When I find it, she cries out so loud I'm sure the whole forest. Her body goes rigid, then melts completely into the sensation.

"There," I growl, hitting that spot again. "Right there."

She's trembling now, so close to the edge. I can feel it in how her walls are clenching around my fingers, see it in the flush spreading down her chest. Her nipples are hard peaks beneath her bra, and I want to get my mouth on them. I want to worship every inch of her.

But I want to push her higher first. I want to watch her completely lose control.

I add a third finger, stretching her wider. She gasps at the intrusion, body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the stretch. The sight of her taking three of my fingers, preparing for my cock, makes my vision blur with need.

"Look at them," I whisper in her ear, curling my fingers to hit that spot that makes her cry out. "Look how much they want you."

She turns her head with effort, and when she takes in the sight of the others, her eyes go wide. A soft gasp escapes her lips as she realizes they're all staring. Gunner's hand wrapped tight around his cock through his jeans, knuckles white with restraint.

Hawk has given up all pretense, stroking himself openly while his eyes devour every movement we make. August is fighting for control, jaw clenched and hands fisted at his sides, but his scent screams his arousal. Cassian grips his thigh so hard I'm surprised he hasn't left bruises.

"Oh god, they're all watching," she whispers, that familiar shyness flickering across her features.