Page 139 of Daisy

August pushes into me, his thick cock stretching me wide.So big,my heat-fogged mind thinks.Beta but so big, filling me up.I moan around Gunner's length, taking him deeper.

"Fuck, that's it," August groans, setting a rhythm. "Taking us both so perfectly. Such a good girl, Daisy. Look so fucking beautiful like this."

His praise makes me whimper around Gunner's cock. My thoughts are nothing but sensation and need now.

Feel Gunner's pleasure flooding into me as I work his cock with my tongue. His hands tangle in my hair, gripping firm but careful, and I can hear his breathing getting rougher.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "Daisy, your scent... driving me fucking crazy."

August's thrusts grow harder. One hand reaches around to rub my clit. But then I feel his other hand spreading me. His thumb, slick with my arousal, circling my other entrance.

"August," I gasp, pulling off Gunner's cock. The sensation is new but not unwelcome.

"I know exactly what you need," August says, his voice taking on that confident edge. "Going to get you ready. Cassian and I have plans for you later."

His thumb pushes inside my ass, just the tip, and I cry out. The stretch is different, tighter, but my heat-addled body craves it.

"Breathe through it," August instructs, his voice gentle but sure. "That's it. Going to stretch you nice and slow. Make sure you can take everything we give you."

"Look at you," Gunner growls, his voice rougher, more possessive as he guides me back to his cock. "So fucking beautiful like this, sweetheart."

Both of them at once make me cry out around Gunner's cock when I take him back in my mouth. Can't process everything.August's thick length hitting deep, his thumb working my ass, Gunner's cock heavy on my tongue.

"Fuck, she's so tight back here," August groans, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with two fingers. "Going to feel incredible when Cassian and I take you together later. You want that, don't you, sunshine? Want us both inside you?"

I can only whimper around Gunner's cock, the thought making my core clench.Yes, yes want it.

"She's such a good girl," Gunner growls, his voice rough. "Taking care of us both."

The praise combined with August scissoring his fingers in my ass sends heat straight to my core. Can't think at all now.

August hits a spot inside me while working me open, and I come with a muffled scream, my centre clenching around his cock. Too intense from both of them at once, but still not enough. Still not what my heat demands.

"Fuck, yes," August gasps, his rhythm breaking. "Coming so hard on my cock like the perfect omega you are. Squeezing me so fucking tight."

He comes with a groan, filling me while his fingers continue working my ass. The warmth spreads through me, satisfying something, but not the ache. Not the desperate need for a knot.

Gunner pulls gently away, stroking my cheek as I pant.

"Better?" he asks. One hand on his cock stroking.

Check my body. The desperate need has eased some, but underneath it all, the hollow ache remains. My core still clenches around emptiness, still craves what only an alpha's knot can give. And now there's a new emptiness where August's fingers left my ass.

"Some.” I can't think straight still, heat making everything fuzzy. "But I still need... I need a knot. Need to be knotted so... so bad. I really need Hawk..."

As if summoned by my words, I hear footsteps. The bedroom door opens and Hawk's scent hits me, wild and dangerous and exactly what my body is screaming for.

"Well, well," his voice is rough with hunger as he takes in the scene. Me naked and flushed in the nest, slick and cum running down my thighs. August and Gunner's satisfied expressions. "Saved the best for last, princess? Smart girl."

"Hawk," I whisper, reaching for him with shaking hands. The moment his scent fully registers, my heat spikes to unbearable levels. Fresh slick gushes from my core, and I whimper with need. "Please. I need you. I need your... your knot..."

His gray eyes go dark with hunger as he starts stripping off his clothes, revealing the tattoo sleeve that covers his left arm, the lean muscle of his chest and abs. "Look at you, all worked up and desperate," he says with that cocky grin, but there's an edge to it now. "Been waiting for me, haven't you?"

I can’t do anything but nod as I lick my lips.

"I can smell how much you need it," he growls, kicking off his jeans. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already starting to swell at the base. The playfulness starts to fade as something more primal takes over. "Can smell how desperate you are for me."

"Yes," I sob, spreading my thighs wider in invitation. "Please, Hawk. I can't... can't take it anymore. I need your knot inside me..."