Page 37 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

Daisy

C assian reaches for his discarded t-shirt without breaking eye contact with August. "Put this on," he says softly, pulling the black cotton over my head.

It swallows me whole, hanging to my thighs and carrying his scent like a security blanket.

Rain and musk and something purely him that makes my omega instincts purr with contentment.

August and Cassian look at each other. That shared look from moments before turning into silent agreement.

August's pupils dilate, and Cassian's scent spikes with want so sharp it cuts through the warm, fuzzy feeling still floating through my body.

Cassian's hand slides to August's neck, pulling him closer.

Holy shit.

That's all I can think as they lean toward each other. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

The words feel foreign in my head. I've never sworn before, not even in my thoughts. But nothing else fits what I'm seeing.

Their lips crash together, desperate and hungry. It's nothing like the gentle kisses I've shared with them. This is pure need, months of wanting each other while taking care of me.

The taste of August mixed with my own essence is still on Cassian's lips, and when they break apart, both breathing hard, I can smell everything. Rain and musk and cedar and want so thick it makes my mouth water.

"I can smell that you both want..." I trail off, my face burning. "Oh god, I can't believe I just said that."

They both freeze, staring at me like I just suggested we burn the cabin down.

"Daisy—" Cassian starts.

"I want to... I mean, could I... watch?" The words come out shaky. "I want to see you together. But only if you're both okay with that. I know it's private between you, and I don't want to intrude on something that's just yours."

Silence stretches between us.

"You sure about that?" Cassian asks, his voice rough.

August's pupils are blown wide. "You sure that's what you want?"

"I'm sure. I need to understand what this means. For all of us." My voice gets stronger. "If we're going to be together, really together, I need to see what that looks like. What love looks like between you two."

They look at each other. One of those wordless conversations they have.

"This changes things," Cassian says quietly. "Once you see us like this, there's no going back to just... wondering."

"I don't want to go back," I tell them. "I want to move forward. All of us."

"We've never had an audience before," August says, his voice gone thick with want. "Never had anyone watching."

"Do you want me to?" I ask quietly. "Because I don't want to push into something that's just between you two."

Cassian's hand slides into August's hair, possessive and gentle all at once. "If you're sure," he says, his voice rough. "But once you see this, you see everything."

"I think... I want to see everything. If that's okay," I tell them, my voice steadier than I feel. "I'm curious. I want to understand what it's like between you."

August's eyes search mine. "If you change your mind at any point..."

"I won't," I say quickly. "I need this. I need to know."

"Last chance to change your mind," Cassian says quietly.

August moves first, cupping Cassian's face in his hands, thumbs stroking those sharp cheekbones. The gentleness should look wrong on him—August, who's always so controlled, so careful—but it doesn't.

"Come here," he murmurs, and there's something in his voice that makes my spine straighten.

Command. Authority.

Wait. What?

I expect Cassian to laugh, to flip August onto his back and take charge because that's what alphas do, right? That's what I've been taught my whole life. Alphas dominate. Everyone else submits.

But Cassian melts. This massive, terrifying alpha just melts. His shoulders go soft, his breathing hitches, and he lets August guide him down onto the bed like he's something precious.

Holy shit.

"That's it," August says, and his voice has gone all commanding. "Let me take care of you."

Everything they taught me about alphas was bullshit.

"Oh my god," I breathe.

They both look at me, and I realize I said that out loud.

"You okay?" August asks, pausing.

"I just..." My face burns. "I thought it would be different. I thought Cassian would be the one..."

Understanding flickers in August's eyes. "The one in charge?"

I nod, not trusting my voice.

"Biology doesn't determine everything," August says gently, but his hands don't stop moving. Cassian's jeans hit the floor, and suddenly he's naked and gorgeous and so hard I can't look away. "What matters is what feels right. What you need."

What feels right. What you need. Not what's supposed to happen. What actually feels right to them.

Cassian's enormous everywhere. His cock is thick and long, flushed dark with need, and I can see his knot already starting to swell at the base. The sight makes my mouth go dry and something deep in my belly clenches with want I don't fully understand.

"You're staring," Cassian says, and there's amusement in his voice despite the want.

"Sorry," I mumble, but I don't look away. "It's just... holy shit, how is that supposed to fit inside anyone?"

"Don't worry, sunshine. It will fit." August's hand wraps around Cassian's length, and the bigger man groans like he's dying. "You're allowed to look. Allowed to want."

Want. God, do I want.

August's hand reaches for the drawer in the nightstand, comes back with lube. My heart pounds as he slicks his fingers, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Cassian’s legs falling open as August settles between his thighs.

"Please," Cassian breathes, and the desperation in his voice makes something clench deep in my belly. "August, I need…"

"I know what you need." August circles Cassian's entrance with one gentle finger, and Cassian's whole body trembles. "Always know what you need."

When that finger pushes inside, Cassian makes a sound I've never heard before. Raw and broken and so needy it makes slick flood between my thighs.

This is what he needs. Not to be in charge, but to be taken care of. To let someone else decide for a while.

"More," Cassian gasps, pushing back against August's hand, and the raw need in his voice makes my breath catch. "Please, I can take it."

I watch August slide in a second finger, then a third, and there's something mesmerizing about the practiced way he moves. Like he knows exactly where to touch, how to unravel Cassian completely. I can see their history in every careful movement.

"So good for me," August murmurs, and when Cassian whimpers —high and desperate—something clenches deep in my belly. Cassian melts further into the touch, seeking more contact. "Taking my fingers so well. You're perfect, Cass."

Cassian makes a broken sound at the praise, his eyes fluttering closed as he arches into August's touch like he's chasing the words as much as the physical sensation.

I'm completely hooked. Can't look away from August's fingers inside him, from the desperate sounds Cassian makes. The way Cassian just gives himself over completely makes me ache.

August draws it out, slow and merciless. When he scissors his fingers and Cassian nearly sobs, heat floods through me. "You can take it," August whispers. "Always so greedy for me."

The broken sound from Cassian's throat makes something clench deep inside me. "August… fuck… please, please…"

I watch August kiss up Cassian's thigh as his other hand strokes him. Cassian's hips jerk as his cock leaks pre-cum over his stomach. "You're making a mess," August grins, and Cassian grabs the bedding as if that will anchor himself to the bed.

I'm holding my breath. Digging my nails into the sheets. The air is thick with want… theirs and mine.

"Look at me," August says, and when Cassian's eyes snap open, I feel that connection between them like a physical thing. "You okay?"

Cassian nods, and I can see how stripped bare he looks.

Softer than I've ever seen him, every defense gone.

When August leans over to kiss him, slow and claiming, my breath catches.

There's such tenderness in it, but also possession.

When they break apart, August keeps one hand tangled in Cassian's hair, and I can sense him waiting.

For permission, for surrender, for something only Cassian can give.

And Cassian does give it. "More," he manages, voice shaking but certain. "Want you, Aug. Want you inside me, now."

The change in August is immediate, his pupils going dark. "You ready for me?"

Cassian nods, and I watch August pull his fingers out slowly.

The wet sound makes my face burn, but I can't look away.

August reaches for the lube again, slicking himself with deliberate movements, and I realize Cassian is watching every motion with desperate eyes.

August's cock is thick and long. But nowhere near the size of Cassian’s cock.

I watch as he guides himself to Cassian's entrance, and my breath catches.

"Tell me if you need to stop," August murmurs, and the gentleness in his voice makes my chest tight.

Cassian just growls, pushing back to take that first inch, and the broken sound he makes goes straight through me.

I watch August move so carefully, pushing in slowly until Cassian's body resists, then waiting.

Breathing with him. I can see how much August loves this.

Not just the physical part, but taking care of Cassian, being the one Cassian trusts with this.

When August finally sinks all the way in, they both go still, foreheads touching.

Then they start moving together, and I forget how to breathe.

The room fills with their sounds, breathing, skin on skin. Cassian grips the sheets so tight his knuckles are white. They're both shining with sweat, and there's nothing held back.

I watch August press his hand against Cassian's chest, holding him down, and Cassian's whole body bows. The helpless sound he makes has me biting my lip. I watch sweat drip from August's jaw, see how Cassian's cock leaks between their bodies with every movement.

For a moment I think they've completely forgotten I'm here, lost in each other. But then Cassian's eyes open and find mine across the bed. There's a challenge there, something wild and desperate that makes my heart stop.

"Watch, Daisy." August says without looking away from Cassian. "Don't look away."

I couldn't if I tried. Cassian's hands come up to August's shoulders, nails digging in, and he's shaking. Just taking everything August gives him and begging for more.

August's hand slides up to cup Cassian's throat. Not choking, just holding and his thumb strokes over Cassian's pulse. "Let go," he whispers, so soft I almost miss it. "Give it to me."

And Cassian does. He breaks apart completely. Mouth open, body shaking, coming so hard it covers them both. I squeeze my thighs together because holy shit.

The sound he makes goes straight through me. August loses it and comes with Cassian's name on his lips.

They collapse together, breathing like they just ran a marathon. I'm still sitting here staring at them. The room smells like sex and I'm so turned on I can't think straight.

They're both breathing so hard. I'm just sitting here staring at them, and I can't stop. They look... god, they look amazing together.

"Wow," I whisper.

They both turn to look at me, and I realize I'm shaking.

"You okay?" August asks, voice gentle.

"I just..." I swallow hard. "It was perfect." The truth hits me. "The way you took care of him, August. The way you trusted him, Cassian. That's what love looks like, isn't it?"

I can feel the shift in the room. Like we all just realized something important.

"Come here," Cassian says, opening his arms.

I curl up against his side, August settling on the other. The t-shirt rides up slightly as I move, but I feel safe and covered. They're both warm, and their scents wrap around me. Safe.

"Better?" August asks.

"Perfect," I breathe.

Because it is. For the first time in my life, I've seen what real intimacy looks like. Choice. Love.

And I want all of it.

"Can I ask you something?" I whisper.

"Anything," they both say.

"I want that. What you have." My voice shakes but I push through. "I want to choose someone to trust like that. Want someone to take care of me like that."

The silence stretches, heavy with possibility.

"We want that too," August says finally. "When you're ready to choose."

When I'm ready. Not if. When. The certainty in his voice makes my chest tight with something that might be hope.

"Oh my god," I say suddenly, sitting up. "The pasta. We completely forgot about the pasta."

August laughs, the sound warm and surprised. "Pretty sure it's ruined by now."

"Worth it," Cassian says quietly, and the simple honesty in his voice makes me blush.

We sit there for a moment, all three of us smiling. It feels so normal. So right. Like this is what family is supposed to feel like.

Outside, I can hear movement. Voices. The others are out there, giving us space, probably wondering what's happening in here. Probably wondering if they should make dinner since we clearly failed at it.

The thought makes me smile. Dante with his careful gentleness and those ice-blue eyes that see everything. Hawk with his dangerous grin and the way he makes me laugh when I'm scared. Gunner and his quiet strength, the memory of our first kiss still making my lips tingle.

They're all out there. Waiting. Not pushing, just... waiting.

And maybe, soon, I'll be brave enough to stop waiting too.