Page 125 of Daisy
The guys notice immediately. All of them going very still. Gunner's nostrils flare, and he actually pushes back from the table slightly, like my scent hits him physically. His pupils dilate until there's barely any green left.
Dante's hands clench into fists on the table, his jaw going tight as he fights for control. Even August goes tense, his gentle composure cracking as his breathing becomes shallow and deliberate.
Cassian grips his coffee mug so hard I'm surprised it doesn't shatter, and I catch the way his amber eyes flash with something primal.
And they all groan. Deep, frustrated sounds that make slick pool between my thighs. The sound of alphas barely holding onto control.
But it's more than that. I can smell their want now. Their need. It pours off them in waves... raw, desperate, hungry. And my body responds in ways that shock me. All I can think about is how much I want to taste each of them. How badly I need to feel their knots stretching me, filling that aching emptiness inside me. The thoughts are so vivid, so overwhelming, I gasp.
Where did that come from? I've never thought anything like that before. But now I can't stop. My mind is flooded with images of them taking me, claiming me, making me theirs in every way possible.
"Fuck, princess," Hawk breathes, his grey eyes going dark. His voice is rough, strained, and I watch his hands trembleslightly as he sets down his coffee mug. "You've had me hard for weeks, but I think today's the first time I'm gonna bust a nut in my pants. You smell incredible."
My eyes go wide. Holy shit. Did he just—? And suddenly all I can think about is watching him stroke himself, seeing him lose control because of me. The thought sends another wave of slick gushing between my legs, soaking through my leggings.
But then I realize they can all smell exactly what I'm thinking. What I want. My scent is probably broadcasting every dirty thought in vivid detail. Oh god, they're going to think I'm completely sex-crazed. I duck my head, suddenly fascinated by my hands wrapped around the mug, my face burning with mortification.
I was never taught that heat would make me think like this. The Omega House never prepared me for wanting things so desperately, so explicitly. I feel like a stranger in my own body.
Hawk catches it immediately. When I peek up at him through my lashes, he winks, but there's something predatory in his eyes now. Something that makes my stomach flip with want and fear in equal measure. "Like that, do you?"
My scent spikes again, even richer now, and I know they can all smell exactly what his words do to me.
"Hawk," Dante says sharply. "Too far."
Dante's hands clench into fists on the table, his eyes blazing with barely restrained want. Cassian's breathing goes shallow, his massive frame rigid with control. Even sweet August is looking at me like he wants to devour me, his hazel eyes darker than I've ever seen them.
The way Hawk's looking at me makes my breath catch. Like he's imagining all the things I could do with my mouth. All the ways I could make him fall apart again.
I'm so heated. So flushed. My lips feel dry so I lick them without thinking, and suddenly all I can think about is how he tasted when I had my mouth on him.
I want to taste Hawk again so bad.
Everyone stares at me.
Hawk grins, but through the bond, Gunner's pleasure shoots through me as intensely as mine feeds into him. He groans low in his throat and shifts in his chair, adjusting himself. I look down at the table, confused by their reactions.
August gives me a cheeky smile. "Was that an inside thought that just popped out?"
Oh god. Did I just say that out loud? I clap my hand over my mouth, wanting to disappear into the floor.
"No, no," Hawk says, his grin widening as he leans back in his chair and rubs the palm of his hand over the hardness straining his jeans. "That was definitely an outside voice, just for all of us to hear. My princess wants to taste me again."
My face burns with embarrassment, but underneath it, I'm getting more restless by the second. My hands tremble. I can't sit still. Something under my skin demands movement, demands I gather things, find a safe space.
The guys exchange looks. Some silent communication passing between them.
"I think my heat is coming soon," I manage, but even as I say it, another cramp hits so hard I double over. "Today." I can barely get the word out. "Maybe...oh god..."
Another wave hits me so hard I whimper, and every alpha in the room goes rigid with the need to respond.
Gunner reaches for me, trying to gather me up, but I can't focus on his touch because suddenly I need to move. Need to get up. Need to find a safe space where I can curl up and hide and gather soft things around me.
"I need..." I stand up too fast, the world tilting sideways. "I can't sit here. I have to... the room feels wrong. Everything feels wrong."
Everything in me screams to find somewhere safe where I can ride out what's coming.
"The bedroom," August says gently. "You need to nest."
