Page 40 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)
She considers this, her hands still fisted in my hair. "Restless. Like my skin is too tight. And everything smells stronger. Feels more intense." She arches against my hand. "God, Hawk, don't stop."
Pre-heat. She's in pre-heat.
The realization makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans, but I focus on her pleasure, on the way she's falling apart in my arms. I increase the pace, adding a third finger to stretch her properly, and when she comes it's with my name on her lips and her body shaking against mine.
I work her through it, gentle now, letting her ride out every wave until she's boneless against the tree. When I finally withdraw my hand, my fingers are slick with her arousal, and the scent makes my mouth water.
"Beautiful," I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her throat. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
She's breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction, but when she looks down and sees the obvious bulge in my jeans, something hungry flickers in her expression.
"What about you?" she asks, her voice still breathless but determined. "I want to make you feel good too."
"Princess, you don't have to?—"
"I want to." She reaches for my belt, and her fingers are steadier than I expected. "Remember what I said about wanting to taste you? I meant it."
My control snaps completely. "Fuck, Daisy. Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything." She's already working my belt open, her small hands surprisingly confident. "I want to know what you taste like. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel."
Fuck. I've imagined this exact scenario more times than I can count, usually with my hand wrapped around my cock at three in the morning. But the reality of her wanting this, choosing this, is so much better than any fantasy.
When she sinks to her knees in front of me, I think I might actually die.
The fallen leaves crunch softly under her knees as my jeans and underwear hit the ground, and suddenly I'm bare before her, my cock thick and hard and weeping with need.
Pre-cum beads at the tip, and my knot is already starting to swell at the base.
She stares for a moment, taking me in, and I can smell her need spiking again. Her pupils are blown wide with want as she traces every ridge and vein with her eyes.
"You're beautiful," she whispers, and the reverence in her voice nearly breaks me. "So big. I... I want to taste you, but I don't really know what I'm doing."
"Princess," I start, but the words die in my throat when she wraps her small hand around my length. Her grip is uncertain at first, exploring, learning the feel of me. Her fingers can barely close around my cock.
"Tell me what you like," she says, looking up at me with those dark eyes, uncertainty mixing with determination. "I want to make you feel good, but you have to show me how."
"Just... fuck, just like that," I manage as she strokes me slowly, her thumb spreading the pre-cum over my sensitive head. "Your mouth, princess. I've been dreaming about that sweet mouth on me."
She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head, and I have to grip the tree behind me to stay upright. When her tongue darts out to lap at the pre-cum beading there, tasting me for the first time, I make a sound that's half groan, half prayer.
"Mmm," she hums, licking her lips with wonder. "You taste... even better than caramel. Sweet but with something deeper underneath." A shy smile crosses her face. "I like it."
"Good?" she asks, and there's something almost shy in her voice despite what she's doing.
"Perfect. So fucking perfect." My hand finds her hair, not pushing, just touching. "Take as much as you can, princess. Don't hurt yourself."
She takes me into her mouth slowly, her lips stretching wide around my thickness. The wet heat of her tongue makes my vision blur, and when she hollows her cheeks and sucks, I nearly come on the spot.
"Fuck, princess," I gasp, my hips jerking forward before I can stop them. "Your mouth feels incredible. So warm and wet."
She hums around me, the vibration making my knees weak, and looks up at me with those dark eyes. The sight of her on her knees, my cock between her lips, her scent thick with arousal. I've never seen anything so perfect.
She can't take much. I'm too big, she's too small, but what she lacks in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm. Her tongue works against the underside of my cock, tracing the thick vein there, and her hand strokes what won't fit in her mouth.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice rough with need. "You're incredible, princess. Look at you taking care of me."
The possessive words make her moan around me, and she doubles her efforts. When she pulls back to lick along the length of me, from my swollen knot to the sensitive head, her small hand gives my knot a gentle squeeze and I see stars.
"Fuck," I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. I know I'm not going to last much longer.
"Princess," I warn, my voice strained and my breathing ragged. "I'm close. If you don't want to?—"
But she just looks up at me with those determined dark eyes, and I can see her decision written there. She wants this. Wants to experience everything with me.
When I finally let go, it's with her name torn from my throat and my hand gentle in her hair.
The sensation rocks through me, white-hot and overwhelming, and she takes everything I give her, swallowing around me with soft sounds that make my heart race.
The trust in that moment. Her willingness to take all of me nearly brings me to my knees all over again.
Afterwards, I pull her up into my arms, capturing her mouth in a kiss that tastes like us both. She melts against me, boneless and satisfied, and I can smell the contentment in her scent.
I notice she's shivering slightly in the cool air, and I immediately reach for my jacket from where I dropped it earlier. "Here," I murmur, wrapping it around her shoulders and pulling her closer against my chest. "Can't have you getting cold, princess."
She burrows into the warmth, and I hold her quietly for a moment, letting her process. My hands run soothingly up and down her back through the jacket.
"Hey," I say softly, tilting her chin up so I can see her eyes. "How are you feeling? Really feeling? Are you okay?"
"That was..." she starts, but words seem to fail her too.
"Perfect," I finish with a gentle smile. "Absolutely perfect. But I need to know you're okay. Did anything hurt? Do you need anything, water, or..."
She shakes her head, her smile growing. "I'm more than okay. I feel incredible."
I press my forehead against hers, both of us still breathing hard. "You were incredible, princess. So brave, so beautiful. Thank you for trusting me with that."
"I feel different," she admits quietly, her voice soft against my neck. "Bolder. Like I'm finally becoming who I'm supposed to be."
"You are," I tell her, meaning every word. One hand comes up to stroke her hair gently. "You're becoming exactly who you were always meant to be."
But even as I hold her, even as I try to memorize this perfect moment while making sure she's safe and warm in my arms, something's nagging at me. The way her scent has been changing. Getting richer. More complex.
"We should go back," I say reluctantly.
"Should we?" That wicked tone is back in her voice, and when she nips at my jaw, I nearly lose my mind all over again.
"Yeah, we should. Before I forget that I'm supposed to be a gentleman and take you right here against this tree," I say with a grin.
She laughs, bright and free, and the sound goes straight to my chest. "Maybe next time?"
Fuck me sideways. This woman is going to be the death of me.
"Come on, princess." I help her straighten her clothes, trying to ignore the way she's watching me get dressed. "Let's go home."
Home. The word tastes right.
As we walk back toward the cabin, her scent wrapping around me like a promise, I know everything has changed. She's going into heat. And when she does, she's going to have to make choices.
Real choices about what she wants. Who she wants.
But for the first time since this all started, I'm not worried about being chosen.
Because I already have been.