Page 141 of Daisy
She's sobbing with pleasure, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. Her pussy makes these wet, obscene sounds as I fuck her, slick everywhere, and it's driving me insane.
"Harder," she gasps. "Please, Hawk, harder?—"
The plea breaks something fundamental in me. I lean over her, one hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back. My teeth scrape against her throat and she whimpers. A sound that goes straight to the most primal part of my brain.
"You want it harder?" I growl against her neck, my breath hot against her skin. "You want me to fuck you like the needy little omega you are?"
"Yes, yes, please."
I lose it completely. Whatever control I thought I had shatters like glass. I'm rutting her now, pure alpha instinct driving me to fuck her as hard and deep as possible. Every thrusthits that spot inside her that makes her scream, and each scream feeds something dark and possessive in my chest.
"Mine," I snarl, pounding into her relentlessly. I can't stop, can't slow down. The word tears from my throat in a possessive growl that echoes off the walls. "Mine, mine, mine."
She's clawing at the nest beneath us, sobbing with pleasure as I drive into her over and over. The scent of her arousal mixes with mine, creating something that smells like ownership, like claiming, like forever.
I pull out almost completely and slam back in, setting a brutal rhythm that shakes the whole bed. My vision starts to blur around the edges, red creeping in as rational thought abandons me completely.
My knot's starting to swell but I'm not done yet. Need more, need to claim her completely. I flip her back over, need to see her face when I knot her. Need to watch her eyes when I make her mine.
"My omega," I growl against her skin, the words barely human anymore. They come out as more of a rumble, a sound that vibrates through my chest. "Mine."
My knot is thick and demanding as I push it inside. She screams as it pops past her entrance, locking us together with a wet sound that satisfies something deep and primitive in my brain. Her back arches as I lock inside her tight heat.
"Mine," I snarl, grinding deeper. The word is becoming a mantra, a truth that resonates in my bones. "My omega."
She comes apart with a broken scream, clamping down on my knot like a vice. I lean down and my teeth find the soft skin of her breast, biting down to mark her as mine. The taste of her skin, the way she clenches around me, the perfect fit of my knot inside her?—
FUCK.
Everything explodes.
Something overwhelming rushes through me when I bite her. More than just claiming her, but I can't think, can't process what it means. Just deep satisfaction flooding my system. Claiming complete.
A deep, continuous purr rumbles in my chest as I stay locked inside her, licking at the fresh mark. Her sweet honeysuckle and vanilla scent has mixed with my caramel and the satisfied musk of a claimed omega. Possessive and content. Mine.
I nuzzle into her neck, breathing her in deeply. My nose traces from her collarbone to just below her ear, scent marking her with gentle, reverent touches. She shivers beneath me, making soft sounds of contentment that feed something deep in my chest.
My omega. My beautiful omega.
I arrange the blankets around us more carefully, making sure she's warm and comfortable even as we're locked together. My hands are gentle now, stroking her hair, her face, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. She's perfect. Soft and warm and mine.
"Hawk," she whispers.
I can barely hear her. Everything feels different now. Narrower. Just her, just this, just mine.
Heavy footsteps echo from somewhere. Multiple people approaching.
My head snaps up, eyes scanning for danger. A vicious growl tears from my throat as an alpha crashes through the door—hair buzzed short, muscular build, the scent of honey and clove rolling off him.Threat.Alpha wanting what's mine.
I curl over my omega protectively, one arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other hand cups the back of her head, shielding her from view.Mine.Stay away. Every instinct is screaming danger, protect what's yours.
I continue to nuzzle her neck possessively, marking her with my scent even as I watch the intruders. She belongs to me. My scent needs to be all over her so they know.
Fear crashes through me, sharp and overwhelming. Terror flooding through the bond with my omega. She's terrified. My omega is scared.
But when I look down at my omega, she's not acting scared. She's calm, content, satisfied. The terror is coming through our bond, but what I see doesn't match. Something's wrong.
Another alpha shifts into view—massive, bigger than the first one, with dark auburn hair and scarred hands. He reaches toward us and every primal instinct screams.
