Page 52 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

Daisy

T he bond with Dante feels different from Gunner's.

Where Gunner's is warm and steady like a heartbeat, Dante's is fierce. Protective. Like a shield wrapped around my heart. I can feel his emotions mixing with mine, his overwhelming love, his amazement that I chose him, his need to keep me safe.

It's incredible.

I'm still pressed against Dante's chest, our bodies relaxed and sated from our claiming.

His knot went down while I napped, and when he slipped free, there was a rush of our combined fluids.

Slick and cum run down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us.

I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. This is what heat is. What bonding means.

My body isn't done, though. Even after being thoroughly satisfied by Dante, heat builds again like a slow fire.

The cramps start deeper in my belly, sharper than before.

My skin feels too hot, too tight, like I might crawl out of it if I don't get relief soon.

Underneath it all, there's this hollow, empty ache that only a knot can fill.

"How do you feel?" Dante asks softly, stroking my hair.

"Perfect," I whisper against his chest. And I mean it. "But I can feel it starting again. The need." Another cramp hits and I whimper, pressing closer to him. "The cramps are getting worse. And I feel so... empty inside. Like I need to be filled again."

Through our bond, I feel his surge of protective concern mixed with arousal.

Around us, the others have moved closer. I can smell their arousal thick in the air. See the way they're looking at us… at me. Like they're dying to touch but waiting for permission.

Gunner catches my eye from where he's sitting against the pillows, and I feel his emotions through our bond too.

Love and satisfaction and burning need. Even though we bonded yesterday, seeing me with Dante heightens his desire.

He told me that he wouldn't knot me in heat until the end, he wanted me to bond with the others first. I send love through our bond and he smiles over at me.

Two bonds. Two completely different kinds of love and protection surrounding me.

It makes my heart feel so full I might burst.

"Better?" August asks gently, appearing with a warm cloth to clean me up.

"Much," I say, but even as he touches me with the soft fabric, I can feel my body responding. Getting ready for more. Another wave of heat crashes through me, making me whimper and arch against the pillows. "But I think…"

A sharper cramp hits and I cry out. The heat builds faster now, more intense. Like my body knows I'm not done. Knows I need all of them.

My scent explodes again, richer than before. Honeysuckle and vanilla but deeper now. More complex. Like it's calling specifically to each of them. I can feel more slick gathering between my thighs, my body needing more.

They all groan in response. I watch Cassian's hands clench into fists, see the way Hawk's breathing goes shallow. Even August's composure cracks as his pupils dilate.

"Who do you want next?" Gunner asks, his voice rough with renewed arousal. I love that he is helping me through this. I get to choose. Get to decide who claims me next.

My eyes drift over all of them, taking in their different energy's. Gunner's steady devotion. Dante's fierce protection. August's gentle care. Hawk's wild intensity.

And Cassian. Silent, controlled Cassian with his amber eyes always watching… assessing.

"Cassian," I whisper, and watch his eyes go wide with shock.

He's been holding back more than the others. Staying on the edges, letting them have their moments while he maintains that iron control, he's so famous for.

But underneath all that scary exterior, he's the gentlest soul. And right now, I want that gentleness. I want to see the teddy bear.

"You sure?" he asks, voice rough but quiet. Always quiet. "I don't want to hurt you."

The concern in his tone makes me shiver. This is what August meant. Even now, with my heat scent flooding the room and driving all of them wild, Cassian's first thought is my comfort.

"I want you," I tell him, reaching for his hand. "I choose you, Cassian."

He inhales sharply, his mask finally cracking. "Daisy." Just my name, but the way he says it holds everything.

"Then show me. But show me the real you. Not the scary fighter everyone else sees."

That breaks something in him. His control doesn't snap like a rubber band… it melts. Slowly, gently, like he's afraid he might break me if he moves too fast.

He approaches me like I'm made of glass, settling beside me on the bed with endless care. When he touches my face, his massive hands are so gentle I want to cry.

"You're sure?" he asks again, amber eyes searching mine.

"Yes," I breathe. "Please."

He leans down to kiss me. It's soft. Like he's worshipping me with his mouth. When I try to deepen it, he pulls back slightly, maintaining that gentle control.

"Let me," he murmurs against my lips, voice barely there. "I want to do this right."

Through both bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's approval. Their desire at seeing this side of Cassian. The side that's gentle and protective and makes me feel cherished.

His hands are everywhere, but each touch is deliberate. Thoughtful. Like he's memorizing every inch of my skin. When he cups my breasts, it's with worship, not possessiveness.

"Beautiful," he breathes, and his voice sounds amazed. "Perfect."

Another cramp hits and I whimper, but Cassian's there immediately. His hand finds my lower back, applying firm pressure that somehow eases the cramping.

"Better?" he asks, continuing the massage with those gentle hands.

"Yes," I gasp. "How did you..."

"August told me,” he says simply. "I wanted to learn."

It makes me feel all warm inside.

His mouth trails down my throat, over my collarbones. When he reaches my breasts, he's incredibly gentle. Soft kisses and tender attention that make me arch into his touch.

"That's it," he encourages softly.

I'm vaguely aware of the others watching. Feel Dante's arousal spike through our bond as he watches Cassian's gentle claiming. They love seeing this side of him too. The tender protector he really is beneath all that scary exterior.

"Please," I whimper as another wave of heat builds. "I need more."

"What do you need?" he asks, breath hot against my skin. "Tell me."

"Your mouth," I breathe. "I need your mouth on me."

He kisses his way down my body, each touch worship. When he settles between my thighs, he looks up at me one more time.

"Tell me," he says. "If it's too much."

"I promise."

Then his mouth is on me, and I cry out in pleasure.

He's incredibly gentle, reading every reaction. When I gasp, he continues. When I tense, he backs off. It's like he's learning my body's language, figuring out exactly what I need.

"Cassian!" I cry out, hands fisting in his dark hair. "Oh god, yes!"

Through the bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's vicarious pleasure. They love watching me lose control. The both love seeing Cassian's gentle side come out for me.

He slides two fingers into my slick heat while his mouth works my clit, and I shatter. Come so hard I see stars, slick gushing around his fingers.

But he doesn't stop. Keeps working me through it, his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked core while his tongue lashes my oversensitive clit until I'm sobbing with the intensity.

"Too much," I gasp, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation.

"Never," he says gently, pulling back to look at me. His mouth and chin are shiny with my slick, his amber eyes soft with affection. "But I'll stop."

The tenderness in his voice makes me melt. This is the teddy bear August described. All that gentleness hidden behind the scary exterior.

"No," I breathe. "I need more. I need your cock inside me."

The words are bold, desperate, but I don't care. My heat has stripped away any embarrassment about what I want.

"You're sure?" he asks, amber eyes searching mine. "I'm bigger than Dante. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," I tell him, echoing what August said. "I trust you."

The words break something in him. But instead of moving over me, he lies back against the pillows, pulling me with him.

"Then you control this," he says softly. "Take what you need from me. Go as slow as you want."

The gesture makes my heart flutter. Even now, he's letting me be in charge so I can control the pace and depth.

I straddle his hips, feeling how hard and thick he is beneath me. He's right… he is bigger than Dante. Much thicker. But from this position, I can take my time, ease down slowly onto his massive cock.

"That's it," he breathes as I position myself over him. "Take your time."

I glance toward August, and he gives me that soft nod of approval that steadies my racing heart. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but in the best way. My core is so slick from heat that he slides in easily despite his size.

"Fuck," he gasps, hands gripping my hips but not pushing or pulling. Just holding. "So tight."

When I'm fully seated on his cock, his knot pressing against me, I pause to adjust. The position feels amazing. I'm completely in control, and I can see every expression on his face. The wonder, the devotion, the restraint as I stretch around his thick length.

"Move," he pleads softly. "Please."

I start moving slowly, lifting up and sinking back down.

Each movement sends waves of pleasure through both of us, slick making everything smooth and perfect.

The wet sounds of us moving together fill the room.

When I find a rhythm I like, he starts thrusting up to meet me, his thick length hitting spots inside me that make me cry out.

"That's it," he murmurs, watching me ride his cock. "Take what you need."

Around us, I can hear the others responding. Muttered curses. The sound of clothing rustling. Through the bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's being turned on as they watch, their desire mixing with mine until I can barely think straight.

But Cassian never looks away from me. Never acknowledges them. It's like we're the only two people in the world, his amber eyes locked on mine with complete focus.

"Beautiful like this," he murmurs, and his voice sounds amazed. "Perfect."

I can feel the others watching. Hawk stroking himself in my peripheral vision, feel August's control starting to crack. But Cassian keeps me focused on him. On us. Like nothing else matters right now.

His words combined with his gentle pace push me closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, electric and overwhelming.

He reaches between us to circle my swollen clit with gentle fingers. "Come for me."

I explode around him, my whole body seizing with pleasure, slick gushing around his thick cock as I come. My core clenches him so tight he groans, his hips bucking up into me. Through the bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's echoing satisfaction. They love feeling my pleasure through our connections.

But even as I come down from my high, I can feel something building in him. Something deeper. His breathing changes, becomes more ragged. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, getting thicker.

"Daisy," he breathes, amber eyes going wide with something that looks like panic. "You don't understand. I could hurt you."

I can see the terror in his amber eyes, the way his whole body trembles beneath me. This powerful alpha is terrified, not of me, but of hurting me. His knot pulses against my entrance, thick and demanding, but he's fighting every instinct to claim me.

I smile, letting all my love show. "You are gentle," I whisper, hands on his chest, hips moving in tiny circles.

The friction sends waves of pleasure through my oversensitive body, making me gasp as aftershocks from my last orgasm ripple through me.

"You're... you're the gentlest man I know, Cassian.

You just hide it behind all that scary."

Something breaks inside him. I can see it happen, like a wall he's kept up for so long crumbling away. His eyes go soft, almost wondering, like he's seeing himself through my eyes for the first time.

I start to sink down onto his swelling knot. The stretch is intense, overwhelming. We both cry out as I take him inch by impossible inch, but just as his knot begins to catch at my entrance.

"Fuck," he gasps, his amber eyes going wide with desperate need and something that looks almost like panic.