Page 35 of Forbidden Taste (An Omega’s Preference #3)
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LEO
Everything Hawk kept pressing on the screen is now at the front door, piled high in offensive plastic and cardboard.
Hawk’s hauling in the last of it, unwrapping dark, fluffy things—blankets, pillows, throws.
I’m flushed, my skin hot and prickling, my cock full and aching in my pants, pressing hard against the fabric.
I shed my shirt a few minutes ago—tossed it somewhere after sucking Hawk off, my throat still raw from his taste, his groans echoing in my ears—then kicked off my shoes, my socks, pacing barefoot on the cool floor, but it’s not enough.
I need more—need him, need Riley, need something to stop this restless, gnawing ache—and I’m pissed, irritation simmering under my skin because Hawk said he had to get something, leaving me here.
My attention shifts, drawn to the pile, my instincts telling me that it’s mine. So, I stalk over, leaning over Hawk’s back to survey the haul. He twists around, that warm smile on his lips from earlier. “Hey, baby, do you want any of these things?”
For a moment, I just stare and then I snatch a pillow, nearly as large as me, its plush weight sinking into my arms. I stalk back to the couch and set it at the foot before dragging the coffee table out of the way, a rough grunt escaping me as I clear space.
Slowly, I start bringing bits and pieces from the pile—another pillow, a fuzzy blanket, a thick quilt—situating them around the floor, my instincts urging me to build, to make it right.
My gaze catches on a small basket by the hallway, tucked next to the kitchen, and I lurch toward it, fingers closing around a shirt, Hawk’s scent flooding my nose as I stuff it to my face.
My cock twitches, slick pooling in my boxers, and I grab a few more—another shirt, a scarf—clutching them tight as I bring them to my nest, tucking them in, weaving his scent into the chaos.
Hawk watches, leaning against the wall, mild amusement glinting in his eyes. “Baby, I can give you clean clothes.”
I growl at him, unable to form the words I want to as I continue shaping my nest. It’s haphazard and rough, the pillows tilting at an angle, the blankets bunched unevenly. Something is wildly wrong with it. It doesn’t smell right, doesn’t feel right.
A firm hand rests against my back as Hawk comes up beside me. “It’s a beautiful nest, baby.”
“Riley’s scent is missing,” I whine, searching for something I can stuff into my space.
But he’s not here yet and other than my shirt, missing in action, his scent isn’t here.
I’m about to complain to Hawk about when my stomach cramps, forcing me to my knees.
A groan tears from my throat, my hips rocking forward instinctively, slick soaking through my pants, pooling beneath me.
“Why does it hurt so bad?” I whimper, my fingers sinking into the blanket, my body curling in on itself—the full force of my heat crashing over me.
It becomes harder to focus on any one thing, Hawk’s touch a searing reminder that I need more.
“Baby, you need a knot. The first one’s going to be hard and fast to take the pain away, alright? You’ll feel better, I promise.” He cups my face in his hands, thumbs brushing my cheeks, soft against the flush of my skin, and I grit my teeth.
“Yeah, just—fuck, make it go away. I thought this was supposed to feel good.”
Hawk kisses my forehead before lovingly stripping me of my clothes and then shifting behind me, his chest pressing to my back.
He was right—it’s hard and fast, not pretty in the slightest, a primal clash of need.
He slides into me, stretching me open, slick easing the way, a raw throaty cry ripping from me as he fucks into me, each snap of his hips driving the pain away, replacing it with something else, something wild.
The panic and slight terror consume me before making way into pure euphoria, a wave of pleasure that steals my breath, a soft, needy, sound I didn’t know I could make falling from my lips as I push back against him, craving more, needing it deeper, harder.
“Knot,” I gasp, my voice rising, “please, Hawk—knot me, fuck, I need it!”
He gives it to me, surging forward, his knot breaching me and locking us together.
I come, hard and fast, a scream ripping out as my cock pulses, spilling thick ropes of cum across the plush blanket beneath me.
My body sags as Hawk pulls us onto our sides, his chest heaving against my back, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close.
His knot swells fuller, stretching me so fucking good, and then he comes, his groan muffled against my shoulder, his release flooding me, which sends me over the edge again.
It’s softer this time, my cock twitching, spilling just a little more, exhaustion stealing my chaotic thoughts.
I’ve felt it before but this is different, that true Omega haze I’ve heard about where they’re sleepy and fully sated, relaxing into their Alpha’s arms pulling me under.
I’m losing myself completely to my heat now but it doesn’t feel as terrifying as I thought it would be, not with Hawk’s purr rumbling against my spine.
Giving in, I reach down to grab one of his hands and then lift it to my lips, dragging my tongue across his palm, tasting the salt of him. It’s a wholly instinctual move that I’m not in control of, his cock pulsing inside of me, a sharp jolt that makes me squirm, a soft whine slipping out.
Hawk lowers his lips to my shoulder, kissing there, a soft promise for what’s in my future, my body melting further into his hold.
“Fuck, Leo,” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck, “you’re so perfect—feel so good around me, taking my knot like this.”
The last words I hear are ‘I’ve got you, babe. You’re safe with us.’