Page 32 of Forbidden Taste (An Omega’s Preference #3)
twenty-three
LEO
The last two days have been nothing short of extraordinarily perfect.
I’m less panicky than I’ve been in weeks, my chest lighter, my breaths easier as I move through Riley’s apartment, savoring the small touches—Riley’s hand brushing my arm as he passes me coffee, Hawk’s fingers grazing my back when he slips by to grab something from the fridge.
It’s comfortable, a warmth I didn’t expect, and when Hawk comes back from his morning classes to spend lunch with us, it feels right.
Friday rolls around, this time the three of us sharing lunch in Hawk’s room, one of the senior dorms, definitely a bachelor pad with its mismatched furniture and cluttered shelves, but secluded, tucked away from the bustle of campus.
He shares it with a few others, but they’re out now, leaving his bedroom large enough for us to spread out, sprawled across the bed and floor, a perfectly domestic bubble .
The conversation is easy as my mind drifts back to the conversation from before, the one where Hawk asked me why I had chosen the major I did.
And over the last two days, I’ve thought about it.
Really thought about it. And I think I found it.
The conversation dies off and I look up to see both of them staring at me, wondering if there’s something wrong.
“I think I want to design houses. After talking with you both, I realize—I want to build that perfect space, a nest in every house, somewhere Omegas can feel safe. Because I never did.” My fathers’ workshop was wood and tools, not soft corners or scented blankets.
I never wanted anything different until just recently but I want to give that to someone else when it becomes a need.
Riley’s grin widens, Hawk humming his approval. “That’s a great idea,” Hawk says, stacking our empty containers and heading to the sink in the corner—a tiny kitchenette that’s barely enough to be considered a sink.
Riley lets out a dramatic, leaning back on his hands. “Thank God you’re doing those. I suck at house chores.”
I raise a brow, wiping my hands on my jeans. “I thought you said you liked providing.”
“I do but not the cleanup.” Riley leans over to kiss me, the combination of soy sauce and honey coating my tongue.
“I’ve just got to go grab my things and meet with a professor.
Hopefully, I can avoid Benjamin for just a few more hours and then I’ll see you both this afternoon. We’re still on for that, right?”
“Maybe nothing will happen,” I mutter. “I don’t feel any different.
” It’s a lie, sort of—I’m steady now, but there’s a growing restlessness beneath my skin.
It was barely noticeable yesterday but every time Hawk stares a little too long, I have to take a few deep breaths and think about literally anything else to keep from slicking in my boxers.
Hawk returns, the Alpha seemingly laughing at me.
“Nothing feels different, huh?” He reaches forward, his fingers gently massaging my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
A loud, involuntary groan tears from my throat, my scent spiking.
I growl at him, reaching down to adjust myself, my cock twitching against my jeans.
“Baby, you don’t present like you’re in preheat but we can both smell you.
And every time you lean in or one of us touches you, I see the way your jaw ticks as you try to keep from giving into your instincts. ”
Riley bursts out laughing, heading for the door. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“You mean like use this room for something other than practicing?”
Laughter follows my question, Hawk filling in the silence as he offers a hand, elegant fingers asking for me to take them. I oblige, Hawk pulling me up from the floor and into his chest. “It’s all just a dance, a way to experience it. Have a dance with me?”
“Is that code for something?” I ask, half-teasing, half-wary.
“That’s a form of dance as well,” he muses, his voice dropping a few octaves, “a joining of two bodies singing the same song.” He guides me, his hands finding my waist, and I stiffen—my movements clumsy, awkward, my broad frame unsure against his lean grace.
But then his touches soften, fingers trailing along my sides, thumbs brushing my hips and I lose myself in it, in him, the stiffness melting away as we glide across the floor.
There’s no music, just the sound of our breathing, the scuff of my socks on the hardwood, the rustle of his jeans, and I’m caught—lost in Hawk’s eyes, pulling me into a rhythm I didn’t know I could follow.
I’m not sure how long we move like this, effortlessly, weightlessly, my body melting in his arms, giving way to that needy part of me I’ve stuffed away for so long.
A sharp whine falls from my lips, a rush of slick coating my boxers, soaking through the fabric. My knees buckle, my face flushing crimson as Hawk’s hands tighten, holding me upright. “Stay with me, babe,” he murmurs. “I got you.”
“I’m not sure I can do this.” Panic claws at my chest as I realize I have to wholly give in. Submit. Give Hawk something I’ve never given anyone else. My instincts want it but my mind is at war with everything else I keep telling myself.
Hawk guides me to his bed, sitting me on the edge. “It can be terrifying but it’s just me, just another form of dance. Do you want to go back to your room?” His tone’s gentle, giving me an out, and I shake my head, knowing that only emptiness waits me back in the junior dorms.
I haven’t been there all week and Riley’s nest, as warm as it is, feels wrong now. They warned me, didn’t they? That I wouldn’t want someone else’s nest, mate or not, not with my heat so close. “I can’t,” I add, quieter, my chest tight, the realization sinking in.
Another whine slips out and I grit my teeth, Hawk leaning down to kiss me softly, to pull me out of my head.
He’s so fucking gentle, peeling me out of my shirt and then my pants, lips caressing my jaw and then my neck, his hands roaming up and down my sides until I’m shaking with need.
“I’m going to make you feel good, okay? Just focus on me. ”
His hands continue to roam, his thumbs brushing my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
He sucks one between his lips, muttering, “So fucking gorgeous, babe,” before he returns to my neck and works his way down again, sucking at the dip above my ribs, nipping at the taut skin over my stomach, his tongue flicking out to taste me.
My hands flex on either side of me, gripping the sheets, my slick soaking through my boxers, dripping between my thighs, and I’m out of my mind—need clawing at me, the heat simmering hotter beneath my skin.
Hawk’s fingers hook my boxers, slowly dragging them down my legs, my cock jutting out, already leaking, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He groans before leaning in, his breath hot against my length, his lips brushing the head before he takes me in, sucking me deep.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he whispers, his voice vibrating against me, words spilling out between licks—“So thick, babe, filling my mouth, driving me crazy.”
I whimper, my hips bucking, my slick pooling on the sheets, my body trembling under the onslaught of his tongue, his lips, his worship.
My fingers finds his hair, tangling in those soft strands, tugging him closer before I’m ripping him back up to my lips, crashing my mouth against his, tasting myself on his tongue.
“No more playing,” I gasp, fingers digging into the base of his neck.
“I think I’m going to die without you inside me. ”
The words feel foreign coming from me but I mean them, my hole clenching around nothing, my instincts daring me to drag Hawk onto the bed and fuck myself on his cock.
But my Alpha has it covered, slowly pushing me further into the middle of the bed before laying me down.
“You are so beautiful, Leo, more beautiful than you know, and you’re all mine. ”
He leaves the bed just long enough to strip before he crawls between my thighs, his cock nudging against my ass.
He wounds an arm around the back of one of my thighs, opening me up for him and then slips inside, stretching me open, filling me inch by inch, and it’s the most perfect feeling—hot, tight, a pressure that steals my breath, my body yielding to him, welcoming him home.
There’s a flicker of panic at first as he sinks deeper but Hawk keeps talking, his voice a steady hum against my ear. “I’ve got you, babe, just feel me, so good for me.” His lips find mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth, his hands roaming my chest, keeping me in the moment.
It’s enough—the edge I need—and I let go, my hips rocking up to meet him, my groans mingling with his as he makes love to me, each thrust a pulse of heat, a dance of bodies singing the same song.
My slick eases the way, my hole clenching around him, his knot nudging against my entrance, a promise of more.
Hawk pulls back, his chest heaving, his dark eyes locked on mine, glinting with need. “Do you want my knot, baby?”
“You said you’re mine,” I say, “prove it.” The words spark fire in his eyes, and he surges forward, his knot breaching me, stretching me even wider, locking us together.
A cry tears from my throat, a prayer on my lips, “Oh my God, this is everything,” my voice breaking, my body trembling as pleasure crashes over me, my release coating his stomach.
Hawk groans, his hips still rocking against me as his knot swells fully inside me, his breath hot against my neck as he offers me a filthy, messy kiss. “I definitely struck gold with you two,” he purrs against my lips, his voice rough with awe. “You are so precious.”
“Riley said the same thing,” I murmur, my voice thick, my hands finding his back, fingers digging into the lean muscle, holding him close as my body adjusts, my heat simmering, sated for now. That wave of exhaustion that comes with being knotted overtakes me, trying to pull me under .
“Well, good,” he says, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes, “because then maybe you’ll start believing it.” And then he picks up his pace, his knot wedging deeper inside of me as he comes, spurring me onto another, smaller release, my own knot swelling in response.
For the first time, I don’t hate the idea of submitting. Not with Hawk, at least. And the looming presence of my heat isn’t such a scary thing with him and Riley at my side.