Page 44 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

Daisy

T his is it.

The moment I've been thinking about. Dreaming about. Terrifying myself over for weeks. Gunner poised above me, his eyes dark with want and something deeper. Love. Protection. The promise that he'll take care of me.

This is what I need before my heat takes over completely. This private time with him. One on one with the first alpha who ever made me feel truly safe. I trust him heart and soul. I knew from the beginning that he would be perfect for my first time. For his first time too.

I can feel him against me. Hard and warm and so much bigger than I expected. My heart is racing. Not from fear. From anticipation. From the rightness of this moment.

"Go slow," I whisper. He nods.

The first push takes my breath away. He's so thick. Stretching me in ways I never imagined. The pressure is intense, but not painful. My body produces more slick, welcoming him, making everything smooth and perfect.

"Breathe," he murmurs. I realize I've been holding my breath.

I inhale deeply. Let my body relax and accept him. He pushes a little deeper. I feel my inner walls yielding, opening for him like they were designed for exactly this. The sensation is incredible... a fullness that feels absolutely right.

"More," I whisper. "It feels so good. I need more."

He pushes deeper. So carefully. I feel myself opening for him completely. The fullness is overwhelming in the best possible way. I can see his struggle written across his face. His desperate want warring with his need to protect me. His fear that he's hurting me.

"It's okay," I tell him. "I want this. I want you. It feels perfect."

He pushes deeper. So carefully. So gently. No pain at all. Just the most incredible sensation of being filled completely. Something that feels like coming home.

"Almost there, sweetheart," he whispers against my ear, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers. "Doing so good. So perfect."

He presses a soft kiss to my temple, and the tender gesture sends heat straight through me. The way he touches me. God. This is everything I dreamed my first time could be.

One more push. He's fully seated inside me, his knot nudging at my entrance. We both go perfectly still. Breathing hard. It's a shock, how much of him there is, how deep he is. I can feel him everywhere. For a second, I think I might break apart from being so completely filled.

"How does it feel?" he asks. His voice strained with the effort of staying still.

I take a moment to just feel. "It's... so much," I manage, and he tenses, eyes searching mine for hurt. But it's not pain. I want to tell him that I've never felt more alive. Wide open and burning. Every part of me on fire.

"It's good," I say firmly. "It's perfect. I like how we... fit." I can feel him throbbing inside me, and when I clench around him experimentally and he shudders.

"Fuck," he grits out, hand finding my hip like he needs the grounding. "You feel incredible. Like you were made for me, Daisy."

"Maybe I was," I say, because in this moment, it feels true.

He starts to move then. Gentle at first, so achingly careful, like he's afraid I'll break apart if he goes too hard.

Every time he pulls out, I feel the loss.

When he pushes back in… holy shit. This incredible rush of pleasure.

The sensation is unbelievable. Raw. Vital. Every movement a demand and surrender.

I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting more, desperate for him to lose that carefulness. "Don't stop," I gasp. "Please. I want it. I want all of you."

He ramps up the rhythm, each thrust smoother and deeper. I can feel myself producing more slick. My body welcoming him, easing his way.

"Is this okay?" he asks after a particularly deep thrust.

The pressure of his knot against my entrance makes my toes curl. He's holding back, not letting himself lose control yet as his cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars.

"More than okay. Don't stop. I need more." I'm shocked at the need in my own voice, how bold I sound. "Please… I need you deeper."

The words surprise me as they come out. But I mean them. I want all of him. Want to feel him lose control. Want to see him undone.

He groans, the sound feral. He bends my knees up, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision go white at the edges. The new position makes his thrusts deeper, and I can feel my body hunger for more.

"Feel so good," he groans. "So incredible. Can't get enough of you."

"I want to be yours," I gasp. "Yours and all of theirs."

My hands grip his shoulders as the pleasure builds.

His scent surrounds me with a rich and earthy aroma, a blend of the warm, woody scent of sandalwood and the sweet, fruity fragrance of wild fig and something purely him.

It's getting stronger. Richer. Mixing with mine until I can't tell where I end and he begins.

A deep growl rumbles from his chest, primal and possessive. His breathing becomes ragged against my neck as he fights for control.

I can feel it building within me too. The way his rhythm is getting less controlled. More desperate. The way his cock is getting thicker inside me. Swelling with his approaching climax.

Something primal awakens in both of us. My nails dig into his shoulders as I pull him closer, and he captures my mouth in a kiss that's all heat and need. When he breaks away to trail kisses down my throat, I arch my neck instinctively, baring my throat to him.

"Faster," I whisper. "Please. I need you deeper."

He pounds into me, hard enough that I feel the headboard rattle against the wall. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room. Wet with slick and obscene and I never want it to stop. I'm so close. Balanced on the edge of something that feels like it might shatter me.

His breathing goes ragged, his whole body shaking with the effort to hold back.

"I'm…" I can't finish the sentence. Can't do anything but hold on as the sensation builds. The pressure inside me builds into a coil, tight and sparking. "I'm going to…"

"Let go," he breathes. "Come for me, sweetheart."

I do. I let go completely. The orgasm hits me like a storm.

It starts in my core and radiates out, white-hot, until I'm shaking and crying out his name.

I don't know if I'm clutching at him or pushing him away; all I can feel is the wave cresting, breaking, pulling me under.

I scream his name, not caring who hears, because nothing has ever felt like this.

The feeling of me coming around his cock is too much for him. He goes wild, thrusting harder, rhythm breaking apart as his knot swells even more. I can feel his knot starting to swell at the base of his length. Holy shit. His knot. It's actually happening.

He's about to knot me.

"Daisy," he gasps. There's panic in his voice. "I can't... my knot... I'm going to..."

"Do it," I tell him desperately. Pull him closer. "Knot me. I want it. Please." The words come from somewhere deep, a part of me I never knew was there until this moment.

His knot swells rapidly. He slams in, knot popping inside with a stretch that burns and then turns to pleasure so intense I see spots.

The fullness is so complete it borders on too much.

But then I’m coming again. This orgasm is different.

Deeper, more intense. Like my body is finally doing what it was designed for.

His hips jerking as I can feel him filling me.

Marking me from the inside as his knot keeps everything locked inside.

And then he bites me.

The moment his teeth break through my skin, everything shifts.

The initial pain quickly gives way to pleasure as I feel our bond snap into place.

Then I realize it's not just me I can feel.

I feel his pleasure within me. Suddenly I feel all his emotions flooding through the connection.

His shock at what he's done. His horror that he's marked me, bonded me without permission. His devastating guilt.

But also his love. His complete, overwhelming love for me.

"Oh," I breathe. Touch the mark on my neck. "I can feel you. Inside me. In my heart."

But the guilt and horror flooding through our new connection make my chest tight. His emotions are so strong. So devastated. Tears spring to my eyes.

"Daisy." His voice is broken. "Sorry. So sorry. Didn't mean to... Lost control and..."

"Gunner..."

"My instincts took over." He won't look at me. Even though we're still locked together by his knot. "I lost control. Took what I wanted without asking. You trusted me and I..."

"Stop." I frame his face with my hands. Force him to look at me. "Look at me."

When his eyes meet mine, I see the devastation there. The self-loathing. Through the bond, I can feel how much he hates himself right now. How terrified he is that he's violated my trust.

"I'm not angry," I tell him firmly, my voice breaking with emotion. "Gunner, look at me. Really look at me."

"You should be angry. I stole your choice. Marked you without?—"

"You didn't steal anything." I press closer, tears sliding down my cheeks as I let him feel every ounce of my certainty through the bond. "This feels right. It feels perfect. It feels like everything I never knew I was missing."

"But I should have asked..." His voice cracks. "You trusted me and I lost control like some?—"

"I would have said yes," I interrupt, my hands cupping his face. "If you had asked me, Gunner. If you had looked me in the eyes and asked if I wanted to be bonded to you forever, I would have said yes."

He looks at me, shaking his head like he can't quite believe it. "Daisy..."

"Can you feel me through the bond?" I press closer, letting everything I feel flood through our connection. "Because yes. A hundred times yes. A thousand times yes. I wanted this. I wanted you. I still want you."

"Not just yes. I would have begged you to do it.

" Fresh tears spill over. "Because I love you.

God, I love you so much it terrifies me.

Because I trust you with my heart, my body, my soul.

Because this..." I touch the mark, and pleasure mixed with pure rightness shoots through both of us.

"This feels like coming home to a place I never knew existed. "

The bond pulses between us, stronger now. Warm and right and permanent. I can feel his emotions like they're my own—his wonder at the connection, his relief that I'm not angry, his overwhelming, desperate love.

"I love you too," he whispers, his voice thick with tears. "So much it scares me. So much I can't breathe without you."

"Good scared or bad scared?"

"Good scared. The kind that makes you want to be better. The kind that makes you want to deserve what you've been given." His hands shake as he touches my face. "You're everything, Daisy. Everything I never thought I could have."

Through the bond, I can feel the truth of his words. Feel how much he loves me. How desperately he wants to protect me. How grateful he is, not just that I chose him, but that somehow, impossibly, I love him back.

We stay like that for long moments, locked together, learning the new reality of being bonded. Learning how it feels to be two people who are also somehow one.

The bond pulses between us. Strong and right and ours.

His fingers trace gentle patterns across my cheekbone, so tender it makes my eyes flutter closed. He kisses the tip of my nose, soft and sweet, before pulling back to study my face.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, concern flooding through the bond. "Comfortable?"

I shift slightly to test, and the movement sends pleasure through both of us. His knot is still thick inside me, stretching me full, and every small movement creates the most incredible friction. I gasp at the sensation.

"Oh," I breathe, feeling myself grow slick again in response. "That's... wow."

"Careful, sweetheart," he says, his voice strained. "If you keep moving like that..."

I can feel the pleasure building in him through our bond, and it makes me clench around him involuntarily. We both groan.

"How long until the knot goes down?" I ask, trying to stay still but loving the way he fills me so completely.

"Twenty to thirty minutes," he says, brushing my hair back from my face. "But if you keep moving, might be longer."

The thought makes heat pool in my belly again. "Is that bad?"

"Not bad," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me softly. "I love you. I could stay like this forever if you wanted."

"I love you too," I whisper against his lips. "So much."

He reaches for the blanket that got tangled at the foot of the bed, pulling it up to wrap around my shoulders. The gesture is so caring, so protective, it makes my chest tight with emotion.

I press my palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady beneath my hand. He immediately covers my hand with his, then wraps his other arm around me, holding me close.

"Better?" he asks, nuzzling into my hair.

"Perfect," I say, meaning it completely.

The cramping that's been plaguing me all morning has eased some.

But I can still feel the underlying tension in my body.

The restless energy that had me unable to sit still has calmed slightly.

But it's still there. Simmering under my skin.

The bonding helps. But my heat is still coming whether I'm bonded or not.

For a moment, everything is peaceful. Just us, wrapped in each other's arms, learning what it means to be bonded. I think I could stay like this forever.

Heavy footsteps echo through the cabin. Multiple sets. Coming closer.

Then the bedroom door slams open.

Three very big alphas are standing there looking very angry. Dante's ice-blue eyes are blazing. Cassian looks murderous. Hawk's fists are clenched at his sides.

August comes between them, his eyes immediately going to my throat. Then he looks at Gunner, his hazel eyes wide with shock and something like betrayal.

"What did you do?"