Page 36 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

"You're the first omega I've ever scented. First one who's ever touched me like..."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm... like you actually want to."

Dark eyes meet mine, full of heat and want and something deeper that hits me in the chest.

"I do want to," she says firmly. "You're beautiful, Cassian. So strong."

Before I can respond, she stands on the bed, bringing her closer to my height. Presses her lips to the scar on my collarbone.

I stop breathing.

Her kiss is soft but thoughtful, lighting me up like a live wire. My hands settle carefully on her waist, steadying her so she doesn't fall.

"Is this okay?" she asks against my skin. I feel her tongue dart out to taste me.

"More than okay," I growl low.

Another scar. Another kiss. Mapping me like I'm territory to be claimed. Every mark. Every flaw. Fuck, the way she touches me.

She smells like pure need now. So thick I can barely think. Can smell her slick. Can practically taste it. My cock is rock hard, knot threatening to pop the button on my jeans. If her scent gets any stronger, I'm going to lose control completely.

August moves behind her on the bed, his hands settling on her shoulders.

"You're perfect." He breathes into her ear. "Both of you. Absolutely perfect."

She turns slightly toward him, and suddenly we're all connected. Her back pressed against August's chest, my hands still on her waist. The three of us with her safely between us. I can smell August's desire now. Mixing with ours.

"Is this okay?" I repeat her question back at her.

"More than okay," she says with a smile. "I want more. Please."

August tilts her chin up. Kisses her softly. Something in my chest settles. This is right. How it's supposed to be.

When they break apart, I look at August over her head, see the same hunger in his eyes that's burning through me.

He reaches for me, pulling me down for a kiss that's all heat and need and the bond between us flaring to life. When we break apart, we both look down at her between us.

Her eyes are wide with wonder, cheeks flushed, lips parted. "That was..." she breathes.

"Kiss me? Please?"

I lean down slow. Give her time to change her mind. When our lips meet, it's nothing like I expected. Not fragile. Not timid. She kisses back with enthusiasm. Small hands in my hair. Tongue sliding against mine.

When we break apart, we're all breathing hard. The space between us feels charged. Electric.

"More?" August asks against her neck, hands sliding to rest under her breasts.

"Please," she whispers. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I want more."

"Come here," I say roughly, settling on the edge of the bed beside them. Close enough to touch but letting her choose. "Let us take care of you."

"We'll teach you," August says, his voice rough. "Show you how good this can feel."

She turns to me, eyes dark and wide. Lips parted, breathing fast. I reach for her, and she doesn't flinch. Just slides into the space I make for her, kneeling on the mattress so we're eye-level. My hands hover, asking. She nods quick and sure, so I cup her jaw, thumb brushing that soft cheek.

There's a tremor running through her, but it's not fear anymore—it's want. Need. Same thing eating at me from the inside.

August moves behind her, steady like always. Brushes her hair forward, leaving her neck bare. Daisy shivers when he kisses that exposed skin, makes a sound so sweet it nearly kills me. I lean in, breathe her in. Let her scent fill my lungs, settle deep in my bones where it belongs.

She reaches out, careful but determined, puts her hand over my heart. Like she's checking if I'm real. If this is real. My heart's pounding so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack a rib. Her hand's so small it barely spans my chest, but the touch burns through me.

I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers. We stay like that, breathing the same air, letting everything else disappear.

August's hands move slow under her sweater. Pauses, waiting. But she just leans back into him, eyes never leaving mine. That trust nearly breaks me. Want to tear the clothes off her, mark her, fuck her until she can't think straight. But I go slow. Have to. For her.

She raises her arms, and August pulls her sweater off smooth. She's wearing some thin tank underneath, stretched tight over her tits, nipples already hard. August's hands bracket her ribs, fingers spread wide, keeping her steady between us. He kisses her shoulder and she melts.

My hand finds the back of her neck, feels her pulse fluttering and her eyes close.

Can't help myself. I trace down her arm, over her wrist, to her fingers. She grabs my hand, pulls me closer. When she opens her eyes, they're glassy with want.

"You're shaking," I say, voice gone rough.

"So are you," she says, smiling. Bravest fucking thing I've ever seen.

August's working her over now, lips on her jaw, hands mapping every inch like he's memorizing her. Through the bond, I feel his pride, his need. Like I'm feeling her through him too.

She looks at me, voice shaky but sure: "Is this okay? Am I doing this right?"

Her words undo me completely. "You're perfect."

Her grip tightens on my hand. I see her fighting not to pull away, not to hide. Want to show her she never has to be ashamed of wanting anything. Never has to hide again.

I kiss her. Slow first, gentle, but she pushes back harder, parts her lips with this desperate little gasp.

She tastes like everything I never knew I needed, and when my tongue sweeps her lip, she lets me in with a whimper.

My purr's so loud it makes her laugh against my mouth, then she's kissing me harder, greedy.

August slides his hand under her tank, palm flat against her stomach. She jolts, keens into my mouth. He's watching us, eyes dark, feeding off our pleasure. Kisses up her neck, behind her ear, and she tilts her head without hesitation.

Her tank rides up as his hands climb higher. I look down at how delicate she is. Can still see her ribs, but there's strength there too. Stubborn strength that makes me ache.

With a shaking hand, I brush hair off her face. "Tell me if you want to stop."

She shakes her head, fierce. "Don't want to stop. I want more."

Honesty in her voice hits me like a fist. I look at August. We're both holding back, both waiting.

August smiles as pulls her back against him, cradles her between us. Her head tips to his shoulder, and he kisses her hair, murmurs something soft. She reaches back for him, and he takes her hand.

I press kisses down her throat, let my teeth graze just enough to make her gasp. August cups her breast under the thin fabric. She arches into his touch, making a sound that goes straight through all of us.

She's trembling, but not from fear. I look up, and she's watching me, eyes glazed and hungry. "This what you want?" I ask, barely getting the words out.

"Yes," she says, then quieter, "I want both of you."

She pulls me back in, and this time it's less gentle, more urgent. Teeth and tongue and need. I let her set the pace, let her take what she needs.

August's other hand slides down over her hip, settles on her thigh. She's still in those jeans, but I can smell her slick. Makes me wild. Want to taste her, bury my face in her until she sobs my name. But I don't want to move too fast. Don't want to break this.

So I focus on now. The way her hand shakes in mine. The way she opens for me. The way August looks at us both like we're a fucking miracle.

I can't believe this is real. Can't believe she's letting us touch her like this. Trusting us with her pleasure. Every sound she makes, every arch of her body, goes straight to my head. Makes me want to worship every inch of her.

I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. Her breath comes in short gasps. She's shaking, but not from fear. From want. Same want that tears through me every time August touches me, every time I let myself need more than I should.

Daisy looks up, question in her eyes. "Can we... can you take this off?" She tugs at her tank top, unsure but not ashamed. The way she asks, the blush on her cheeks. It hits me somewhere deep.

"You sure?" August's voice is steady, but his hands are already at her waist.

"I'm sure. I want to feel your skin against mine."

We help her out of it slow. Me in front, August behind.

The fabric peels away, and when it's gone, she's bare from the waist up.

Nothing underneath. Her tits are small, perfect, nipples already hard and begging for attention.

She's breathing fast, but she doesn't look away. Doesn't hide. Just lets us look.

Her hair's gotten longer, almost black, spilling over her shoulders. Skin pale, scattered with little marks that make me want to kiss every one. She's small, but there's strength there. In her jaw, her shoulders, the way she looks up at us like she's daring us to find fault.

Couldn't if I tried.

August makes a sound low in his throat as he bends to take her nipple in his mouth. She gasps, desperate, hands flying to his hair like she might float away. I'm watching, transfixed, until she reaches for me and pulls me close. My lips find her neck.

Every inch of her smells like home. Heat and salt and something that's purely Daisy. I trail kisses down to her collarbone, careful not to press too hard, but she arches into it. Wants more. Her skin under my tongue, the way she trembles makes it damn near impossible to stay in control.

"I want to touch you too," she says, voice breaking.

August catches her hands gentle. "Not today. Today's about you. About showing you how good this can feel."

"But I want?—"

"Next time," I promise, kissing her shoulder. "Right now, this is about you. We want to make you feel good."

She looks uncertain, but when August trails his hand down her stomach she gasps, bites her lip so hard I worry she'll draw blood.

He stops, waits for her nod, then presses his palm over her jeans, between her thighs.

Her hips jerk up, needy sound escaping her throat.

The scent of her want rolls out so strong I could drown in it.

"So responsive," August says, voice thick. "So perfect."

She arches against us, overwhelmed, clutching at August's arm. "Please, I need?—"

"We'll give you everything," I growl, my hand joining his. Cover her trembling hands with mine, anchor her to the bed. "Everything you want."

Her jeans are tight, but we manage to slide them down slow, like unwrapping something precious. Her underwear's soaked through, cotton clinging, making it impossible to hide how bad she wants this. Dark spot where her slick's pooled. Nearly sends me over the edge.

"Beautiful," I murmur, running a finger along the wet fabric. "You smell incredible."

She whimpers, thighs shaking, hips rolling up to chase my touch.

"Please. I don't know what I need, but I need it so bad."

"We know what you need," August says, hooking his thumbs in her underwear, sliding them down. She's bare, vulnerable, so beautiful it hurts to look.

I want nothing more than to bury my face between her legs, taste every drop. But I move slow, let August lead. He settles between her thighs, spreads her gentle, and I hold her hand while he works.

First swipe of August's tongue and she comes apart. Her body jerking like she's been hit with lightning. I catch her before she can escape, lock my arms around her, hold her steady while August works her over slow and merciless.

“That's it," I growl against her ear. "Stop fighting it. Let us take care of you."

She tries to hold back at first, but August doesn't give her a choice.

His hands lock on her hips, and when he sucks hard on her clit she fucking screams. So loud the others probably have to step outside before they lose their minds completely.

Her nails tear into my arms, but I want it.

Want her to use me, cling to me, know I'll keep her safe.

When she comes, it's like watching her shatter and rebuild all at once.

Body going rigid, then melting completely as the orgasm tears through her.

August slows but doesn't stop, works her through every aftershock.

Kisses up her stomach, gentle, licking the sweat from her skin.

She's limp in my arms, but her eyes are open, wet with tears she doesn't notice.

"Wow." Just breathed out, like she can't believe what just happened.

"That was perfect," I tell her. "You did so good."

August brushes hair from her face, kisses her forehead. "You're perfect."

We move her up the bed, tuck her between us like something precious. She doesn't hide, just burrows closer, her face pressing against my bare chest. I stroke her hair, her back, every part I can reach.

August nuzzles her neck, nose buried in her hair. He's shaking too, barely holding together. I reach across her, lace fingers with his. He squeezes tight.

None of us say anything for a while. Nothing to say. The silence is full of everything we can't put into words.

Finally, she speaks. Voice hoarse but wondering. "Is it always like that?"

I laugh quiet, afraid to break the spell. "Never felt like that before."

She frowns. "Felt like what?"

I search for words. "With you, it's not just about getting off. It's like... I want to keep you safe. Make you happy. More than just need."

She smiles, shaky but real. "I like how it feels."

"Good," August whispers. "Because we're never letting you go."

She laughs, bright and clean. Then she turns, surprises us both, kisses August deep. When she finishes, turns to me, kisses me too. Can't help but believe her when she says she wants this.

We hold her between us, all three shivering, air thick with her scent, with want, with something like love. Don't know what happens tomorrow. But right now, this is enough. More than enough.

"Thank you," she whispers. Eyes bright, curious. Not sleepy at all.

"For what?"

"For being gentle. For making me feel wanted. Beautiful."

"You are beautiful." Kiss to the top of her head. Breathing in her satisfied scent. "Amazing. So fucking brave."

She turns to look at both of us, something shifting in her expression. "What about you two?" she asks, voice hushed but clear. "Don't you need...?" Her eyes flick between us, and there's nervousness in her scent, but curiosity drowns it out.

August and I share a look over her head, and I see my own hunger reflected in his eyes.