Page 130 of Daisy

But then her scent spikes again, so potent I have to grip the sheets to keep from coming in my pants. The sight of them watching, wanting her, seems to break something loose inside her.

"They love watching you," I continue, my voice rougher now. "Love seeing how perfect you are. How desperate you get for my knot."

The dirty words make her clench around my fingers like a vice. I can smell how close she is, how her body is preparing to shatter.

"Dante," she whimpers, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. "I need... please..."

I work her higher, fingers pumping in and out while my thumb circles her clit. She's shaking apart beneath me, so close I can taste her climax in the air. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock, making it throb and leak in my jeans.

"You're close," I tell her, watching the flush spread down her chest. Her nipples are hard peaks beneath her bra, and I want to get my mouth on them. Want to taste every inch of her skin. "Aren't you, beautiful?"

She can only nod, too far gone for words. Her thighs tremble around my wrist, muscles coiled tight. I can feel her body preparing for release, every nerve ending on fire.

"Don't hold back," I whisper against her throat, breathing in her intoxicating scent. "Let go for me. Show them how beautiful you are when you come."

I press my thumb firmly to her clit and she explodes. The cry that tears from her throat is pure omega pleasure, so loud and raw it echoes off the walls. Her whole body shaking as the orgasm rips through her.

I work her through every aftershock, drawing out her pleasure until she's sobbing with sensitivity. When she finally starts to come down, I slowly withdraw my fingers, both of us breathing hard.

"Fuck, that was beautiful," I breathe, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste her. The flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet and vanilla and purely her. "You taste incredible."

She watches me lick my fingers clean with glazed eyes, another wave of desire floods her scent. Even after coming so hard, she's still desperate for more. That's the thing about heat - one orgasm only takes the edge off. She needs everything I can give her.

She reaches up to touch my face, fingers tracing along my jaw. The simple contact sends another wave of want through me. Then her gaze drifts down to where my cock is still hard and aching, straining against my jeans, and something hungry flickers across her features.

Without warning, she sits up and lunges for my belt, fingers fumbling with desperate urgency.

"I need you," she breathes against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. "Need all of you."

I look at the others, seeing them all leaning in, desperate to be part of this but knowing they have to wait. August has given up any pretense of control, one hand down his pants.

But it's my turn, and they know it.

My hands shake as I help her get my jeans open, the button and zipper fighting me in my desperation. When my cock finally springs free, thick and hard and leaking, Daisy's eyes go wide at the sight.

"Oh," she breathes, reaching out tentatively. "You're so..."

She's staring at my cock like she's never seen one before. Which, knowing her history, she hasn't seen many. She's mine now. The thought makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman.

She reaches for me without hesitation, small fingers wrapping around my length. The contact makes me groan, my whole body going tight. Her grip is tentative at first, exploring, learning the feel of me.

"I forgot how big you were," she whispers, stroking me from knot to tip with growing confidence. "I need you so much."

Her grip is perfect. Firm but gentle, exploring every inch of me like she's memorizing me. When her thumb swipes over the head, collecting the bead of pre-cum there, I nearly lose it.

"Keep doing that and I won't last," I warn her, but she doesn't stop. If anything, she grips me tighter, stroking with more purpose.

She wants to touch me, explore me. This isn't just heat driving her - there's genuine curiosity and desire in her eyes.

"I want to taste you," she says suddenly, and my cock jerks in her hand at the words.

"Daisy..." I start, but she's already leaning down, her hot breath ghosting over my length.

"Please," she whispers. "I want to know what you taste like."

Before I can protest, her tongue darts out to lick the head of my cock. The sensation is so intense I see stars. She hums at the taste, then takes me into her mouth properly.

"Fuck," I groan, my hand fisting in her hair as gently as I can. The sight of her lips wrapped around my cock, the feel of her tongue working against me, is almost too much. She takes me deeper, and I have to bite back a curse. Her mouth is so hot, so perfect.