Page 51 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

The dirty words make her clench around my fingers like a vice. I can smell how close she is, how her body is preparing to shatter.

"Dante," she whimpers, my name falling from her lips like a prayer. "I need... please..."

I work her higher, fingers pumping in and out while my thumb circles her clit. She's shaking apart beneath me, so close I can taste her climax in the air. Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock, making it throb and leak in my jeans.

"You're close," I tell her, watching the flush spread down her chest. Her nipples are hard peaks beneath her bra, and I want to get my mouth on them. Want to taste every inch of her skin. "Aren't you, beautiful?"

She can only nod, too far gone for words. Her thighs tremble around my wrist, muscles coiled tight. I can feel her body preparing for release, every nerve ending on fire.

"Don't hold back," I whisper against her throat, breathing in her intoxicating scent. "Let go for me. Show them how beautiful you are when you come."

I press my thumb firmly to her clit and she explodes. The cry that tears from her throat is pure omega pleasure, so loud and raw it echoes off the walls. Her whole body shaking as the orgasm rips through her.

I work her through every aftershock, drawing out her pleasure until she's sobbing with sensitivity. When she finally starts to come down, I slowly withdraw my fingers, both of us breathing hard.

"Fuck, that was beautiful," I breathe, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste her. The flavor explodes on my tongue, sweet and vanilla and purely her. "You taste incredible."

She watches me lick my fingers clean with glazed eyes, another wave of desire floods her scent. Even after coming so hard, she's still desperate for more. That's the thing about heat - one orgasm only takes the edge off. She needs everything I can give her.

She reaches up to touch my face, fingers tracing along my jaw. The simple contact sends another wave of want through me. Then her gaze drifts down to where my cock is still hard and aching, straining against my jeans, and something hungry flickers across her features.

Without warning, she sits up and lunges for my belt, fingers fumbling with desperate urgency.

"I need you," she breathes against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. "Need all of you."

I look at the others, seeing them all leaning in, desperate to be part of this but knowing they have to wait. August has given up any pretense of control, one hand down his pants.

But it's my turn, and they know it.

My hands shake as I help her get my jeans open, the button and zipper fighting me in my desperation. When my cock finally springs free, thick and hard and leaking, Daisy's eyes go wide at the sight.

"Oh," she breathes, reaching out tentatively. "You're so..."

She's staring at my cock like she's never seen one before. Which, knowing her history, she hasn't seen many. She's mine now. The thought makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman.

She reaches for me without hesitation, small fingers wrapping around my length. The contact makes me groan, my whole body going tight. Her grip is tentative at first, exploring, learning the feel of me.

"I forgot how big you were," she whispers, stroking me from knot to tip with growing confidence. "I need you so much."

Her grip is perfect. Firm but gentle, exploring every inch of me like she's memorizing me. When her thumb swipes over the head, collecting the bead of pre-cum there, I nearly lose it.

"Keep doing that and I won't last," I warn her, but she doesn't stop. If anything, she grips me tighter, stroking with more purpose.

She wants to touch me, explore me. This isn't just heat driving her - there's genuine curiosity and desire in her eyes.

"I want to taste you," she says suddenly, and my cock jerks in her hand at the words.

"Daisy..." I start, but she's already leaning down, her hot breath ghosting over my length.

"Please," she whispers. "I want to know what you taste like."

Before I can protest, her tongue darts out to lick the head of my cock. The sensation is so intense I see stars. She hums at the taste, then takes me into her mouth properly.

"Fuck," I groan, my hand fisting in her hair as gently as I can. The sight of her lips wrapped around my cock, the feel of her tongue working against me, is almost too much. She takes me deeper, and I have to bite back a curse. Her mouth is so hot, so perfect.

"That's it," I encourage, trying not to thrust too hard into her mouth. "Just like that."

But I need to be inside her. Need to knot and claim her.

"Enough," I growl, gently pulling her off me. "I need to be in you."

I settle over her, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.

The heat radiating from her skin makes my head spin.

I line myself up at her entrance, feeling how impossibly wet she is.

Slick runs down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us.

The scent is so rich, so perfect, it makes my mouth water.

"I need you to tell me if it's too much," I say, voice rough with restraint. "Promise me, Daisy."

"I promise," she breathes, hands sliding up my chest to frame my face. "But Dante... I trust you. Completely."

Fuck. Those words nearly break me.

I push forward, not slow like I should, but driven by her heat and my desperate need. The head of my cock breaches her tight entrance and we both cry out. She's so impossibly hot, so tight it borders on painful, but in the best possible way.

"Shit," I groan through gritted teeth, fighting every alpha instinct screaming at me to slam home and claim her completely.

But she's having none of my restraint. She tries to rock her hips down onto me, desperate to take more of my length.

"More," she begs, nails scratching red lines down my chest. "I need your knot.”

Her desperation breaks what's left of my control. I give her what she wants, sinking deep in one smooth, powerful thrust. Her back arches off the nest, a broken cry falling from her lips as I fill her completely.

The sensation makes me groan through gritted teeth, and I can barely breathe. She's perfect around me, gripping my cock like she was made for this moment, for me.

"That's it," I murmur against her throat, but my voice is strained and rough. "You're taking me so well. So fucking perfect, Dasiy."

I start with careful thrusts, but her heat won't let either of us stay controlled. She meets every movement with desperate hunger, her body demanding more. The sounds she makes, breathless gasps and broken moans break what's left of my control.

"Harder," she begs, legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Please, I need it harder."

I give her what her heat demands, driving into her. Each thrust draws another cry from her lips, another wave of slick. The sounds of her cries and my groans fill the room.

"Come for me." Reaching between us I circle her swollen clit. "Come on my cock."

She shatters with a cry that's pure pleasure.

Her whole body shudders, clenching me so perfectly.

I drive into her harder now, chasing my own release while fighting to make this last. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of us, her oversensitive body responding to every movement.

My knot is growing thicker with each stroke.

"Your knot," she breathes. "I need your knot."

"You want it?" I ask, my voice rough with strain as I fight to hold back just a little longer. "Want me to knot you? Fill you up and make you mine forever?"

"Yes," she sobs, her body arching beneath me, taking me even deeper. "Please. Knot me. Claim me. Make me yours."

"I want forever with you, Daisy.”

My knot swells as I press it forward, pushing it inside her with one final thrust. She cries out as it stretches her and locks us together.

The sensation hits me like a sledgehammer. Her tight heat gripping my knot makes my whole body shake. I've never felt anything like this. The intensity, the rightness of being locked inside her. A broken sound tears from my throat, somewhere between a growl and a moan.

Then I'm coming, flooding her as she milks me with her inner walls. I bite down on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder. The opposite side where Gunner's mark sits. She cries out, the pain mixing with pleasure. I lick at the mark immediately, soothing the bite with my tongue.

Fuck.

It's like lightning through my whole system. Her emotions flood through me. Pure joy, overwhelming need, and love so intense it nearly brings me to my knees. I can feel how complete she feels. How right this is.

And underneath it all, her love for me. Not just heat-driven need. Real, deep love.

"Mine," I growl against her throat. "You're mine now."

"Yours," she agrees, breathless. "Always yours."

I collapse beside her, careful not to pull where we're locked together. She turns in my arms, pressing her face to my chest with a satisfied sigh.

"I can feel you," she whispers. "Right here." She presses her hand over her heart. "I can feel how much you love me."

"Because I do. More than anything."

A deep rumble starts in my chest… my purr. I want this. Want to comfort her, soothe her. She melts against me at the sound, her whole body relaxing as the vibration soothes her. This is what she needs after being claimed. To give her comfort, safety. To take care of my omega.

"That's so nice," she murmurs sleepily against my skin. "Makes me feel safe."

I keep purring for her, one hand stroking her hair while the other holds her close. Through the bond, I can feel her exhaustion, her happiness. The fierce love flowing from her toward me. Her breathing starts to slow, becoming deeper and more even.

"Sleep," I tell her softly, still purring. "I've got you."

She nods against my chest, already drifting. Within minutes, she's asleep in my arms, still locked around my knot. I keep purring, watching her peaceful face. Through the bond, all I feel from her is deep contentment and love.

She’s perfect.