Page 54 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

Daisy

T he heat floods my system like fire in my veins.

One moment I'm dozing peacefully between Cassian and August, our bond humming warm and content in my chest, and the next I'm burning alive. Slick gushes between my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me as another wave of desperate need crashes through my body.

I whimper, pressing my face into Cassian's chest. Through our bond, I feel his instant concern even in sleep, but he's too exhausted from our claiming to wake fully. His breathing stays deep and even, one arm still draped protectively over my waist.

"August," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. The cramping in my lower belly is getting worse, sharper than before. My body is demanding something it's not getting.

August shifts beside me immediately, his hazel eyes going wide as he takes in my flushed skin, the way I'm trembling against Cassian.

"How bad?" he asks softly, not wanting to wake Cassian.

"Bad," I gasp as another wave hits. My skin feels too tight, too hot. The scent of my own arousal is overwhelming. I can only feel through the bond August and Cassian close. Gunner I can feel him a little further away… I reach out to him and he is happy, warm.

"Where... where is everyone?"

"Dante went to check the perimeter. He didn't want to leave you, but it was necessary." August's scent spikes with concern as he takes in my state. "Gunner's in the shower. Cassian's…"

"Sleeping," I finish, glancing at the exhausted alpha beside me. "And Hawk?"

"Security check. He's making sure all the cameras are working, that we're still safe. Think one went down and he left to fix it."

Hawk. Just the thought of him makes my core clench with desperate need. The ache inside me sharpens, becomes unbearable. I need him. Not want… need . My body is calling for him specifically, every instinct screaming that he's the only one who can give me what I'm craving.

"I need him," I whisper, the admission making my cheeks burn. "August, I really need Hawk. Like... like my body won't settle without him here. It hurts so bad."

"He'll be back soon," August says gently, helping me sit up as another cramp doubles me over. "But let me help you until then, okay? Let me take care of you."

I nod gratefully, letting him guide me toward the center of the nest. My legs shake as I try to move, slick running down my thighs. The cool air on my overheated skin makes me gasp. "Deeper in the nest," I manage between pants. "I need... I need to be surrounded."

August helps me into the center of my nest he helped me build, arranging pillows around me. The familiar scents of pack wrapped in the soft blankets should comfort me, but it's not enough. The hollow ache inside me is getting worse, demanding to be filled.

"Better?" August asks, settling beside me.

"No," I whimper honestly, curling up on my side as another wave of heat crashes through me. My hand drifts between my legs without conscious thought, seeking relief from the burning need. "It's getting worse. I can't... I need..."

"I know what you need," August says, catching my hand before I can touch myself. "Let me help, sunshine. Let me take care of you until Hawk gets back."

His fingers replace mine, sliding through my slick folds. I cry out at the contact, hips bucking up into his touch. Feels good but I need more.

"That's it," August murmurs, circling my swollen clit. "Good girl. Let me take care of you."

The praise makes my core clench. Can't think straight, heat scrambling my brain except for the ache between my legs. Need more. Need to be filled. Need need need.

Through my haze of need, I hear the shower turn off. Footsteps in the hallway. The bedroom door opens, and Gunner's scent hits me. Sandalwood and wild fig, clean from his shower and so appealing my core clenches around emptiness.

"Fuck," Gunner breathes, taking in the scene. Me spread out in the nest, August's fingers between my legs, the thick scent of my heat flooding the room. "How bad is it?"

"She wants Hawk," August says without stopping. "But she's in pain."

Gunner's eyes go dark. Feel him getting turned on through our connection mixed with that protective need. He approaches, like he's afraid he might overwhelm me.

"Hey, sweetheart," Gunner says, settling at the edge of the nest. His hair is still damp from the shower, towel around his waist. His voice drops lower, more commanding. "What do you need?"

"You," I gasp as August's fingers slide into my slick heat. The stretch feels good but not enough. My mind is fracturing, heat consuming everything. "Both of you. Until Hawk... until he comes back. Need you so... so bad, need..."

August meets Gunner's eyes. Then Gunner's towel hits the floor and he's moving into the nest with us.

"We've got you," Gunner growls, pressing rough kisses to my shoulder. "We'll take care of you."

August works me with his fingers, two, then three. Stretching me while Gunner's hands roam my body. Every touch sends sparks through me, but it's still not enough. The ache goes deeper than fingers can reach. More more more, my heat-addled brain chants. Need to be filled completely.

"Please," I sob, pushing back against August's hand, all thought dissolving into pure need. "I need more. Need to be filled. Can't think straight, can't... need you inside me..."

"Turn over," August says, his voice taking on that gentle but commanding edge. "Let us take care of you properly. You're being such a good omega for us."

The position makes me feel vulnerable but so good. I can feel August behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance. Even as a beta, he's big. Thick and long, bigger than I expected. Gunner shifts in front of me, his massive length near my face.

"Holy shit," I breathe, staring at Gunner. He's huge, and I can see his knot starting to swell. "I want to taste you," I whisper, already leaning forward. "Need to feel you in my mouth while August..."

Gunner's jaw clenches, his eyes darkening as he watches me move closer. The authority in his gaze, the way he's letting me take what I need, makes me whimper.

"Yes," I breathe, already leaning forward to lick the head of his cock. He tastes like soap and salt and something purely him. "Need it so... so bad..."

August pushes into me, his thick cock stretching me wide. So big, my heat-fogged mind thinks. Beta but so big, filling me up. I moan around Gunner's length, taking him deeper.

"Fuck, that's it," August groans, setting a rhythm. "Taking us both so perfectly. Such a good girl, Daisy. Look so fucking beautiful like this."

His praise makes me whimper around Gunner's cock. My thoughts are nothing but sensation and need now.

Feel Gunner's pleasure flooding into me as I work his cock with my tongue. His hands tangle in my hair, gripping firm but careful, and I can hear his breathing getting rougher.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "Daisy, your scent... driving me fucking crazy."

August's thrusts grow harder. One hand reaches around to rub my clit. But then I feel his other hand spreading me. His thumb, slick with my arousal, circling my other entrance.

"August," I gasp, pulling off Gunner's cock. The sensation is new but not unwelcome.

"I know exactly what you need," August says, his voice taking on that confident edge. "Going to get you ready. Cassian and I have plans for you later."

His thumb pushes inside my ass, just the tip, and I cry out. The stretch is different, tighter, but my heat-addled body craves it.

"Breathe through it," August instructs, his voice gentle but sure. "That's it. Going to stretch you nice and slow. Make sure you can take everything we give you."

"Look at you," Gunner growls, his voice rougher, more possessive as he guides me back to his cock. "So fucking beautiful like this, sweetheart."

Both of them at once make me cry out around Gunner's cock when I take him back in my mouth. Can't process everything. August's thick length hitting deep, his thumb working my ass, Gunner's cock heavy on my tongue.

"Fuck, she's so tight back here," August groans, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with two fingers. "Going to feel incredible when Cassian and I take you together later. You want that, don't you, sunshine? Want us both inside you?"

I can only whimper around Gunner's cock, the thought making my core clench.Yes, yes want it.

"She's such a good girl," Gunner growls, his voice rough. "Taking care of us both."

The praise combined with August scissoring his fingers in my ass sends heat straight to my core. Can't think at all now.

August hits a spot inside me while working me open, and I come with a muffled scream, my centre clenching around his cock. Too intense from both of them at once, but still not enough. Still not what my heat demands.

"Fuck, yes," August gasps, his rhythm breaking. "Coming so hard on my cock like the perfect omega you are. Squeezing me so fucking tight."

He comes with a groan, filling me while his fingers continue working my ass. The warmth spreads through me, satisfying something, but not the ache. Not the desperate need for a knot.

Gunner pulls gently away, stroking my cheek as I pant.

"Better?" he asks. One hand on his cock stroking.

Check my body. The desperate need has eased some, but underneath it all, the hollow ache remains. My core still clenches around emptiness, still craves what only an alpha's knot can give. And now there's a new emptiness where August's fingers left my ass.

"Some.” I can't think straight still, heat making everything fuzzy. "But I still need... I need a knot. Need to be knotted so... so bad. I really need Hawk..."

As if summoned by my words, I hear footsteps. The bedroom door opens and Hawk's scent hits me, wild and dangerous and exactly what my body is screaming for.

"Well, well," his voice is rough with hunger as he takes in the scene. Me naked and flushed in the nest, slick and cum running down my thighs. August and Gunner's satisfied expressions. "Saved the best for last, princess? Smart girl."

"Hawk," I whisper, reaching for him with shaking hands. The moment his scent fully registers, my heat spikes to unbearable levels. Fresh slick gushes from my core, and I whimper with need. "Please. I need you. I need your... your knot..."

His gray eyes go dark with hunger as he starts stripping off his clothes, revealing the tattoo sleeve that covers his left arm, the lean muscle of his chest and abs.

"Look at you, all worked up and desperate," he says with that cocky grin, but there's an edge to it now. "Been waiting for me, haven't you?"

I can’t do anything but nod as I lick my lips.

"I can smell how much you need it," he growls, kicking off his jeans. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already starting to swell at the base. The playfulness starts to fade as something more primal takes over. "Can smell how desperate you are for me."

"Yes," I sob, spreading my thighs wider in invitation. "Please, Hawk. I can't... can't take it anymore. I need your knot inside me..."

He prowls toward the nest like a predator, all controlled power and barely leashed hunger. When he settles between my legs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance, I feel that final click of rightness. This is what I've been waiting for. What my body has been demanding.

"Then you're going to get exactly what you need, princess."