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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."
Chapter 37
Hawk
The scent hits me the second I open the door and nearly drops me to my knees. Pure omega heat. Thick honeysuckle and vanilla so potent it's like breathing liquid desire. Her pheromones scream at every alpha instinct I've got, flooding my system with need so intense my knot starts swelling before I even step inside.
But underneath the heat, it's her scent. My scent match. The one I've been trying to keep myself in check around for weeks.
She's spread out in that nest like a fucking offering. Slick and cum all over her thighs. August and Gunner looking satisfied as hell. And those brown eyes, blown wide with need, reaching for me like I'm her salvation.
"Saved the best for last, princess? Smart girl."
My cock's already hard in my jeans, body reacting instantly to her heat scent flooding the room. Something primal stirs deep in my chest—a rumbling growl that starts low and builds. Mine. The word pounds through my skull like a drum.
"Hawk," she whimpers, and that sound goes straight to my dick. "Please. I need you. I need your... your knot..."
Fuck. I thought I could handle this. Thought I could be gentle with Daisy, take my time. But the way she's begging, the way her heat scent is drowning the room, the way every fiber of my being is screaming at me to claim what's mine...
Something's happening to me. My vision starts to narrow. The room gets smaller, everything else fading except her. Just her. Just the nest. Just need.
"Look at you, all worked up and desperate," I growl, ripping my shirt off with more force than necessary. The fabric tears in my grip, but I don't care. My own scent spikes, caramel going deeper, darker, mixing with the leather that always clings to my skin. "Been waiting for me, haven't you?"
My jeans hit the floor and my cock springs free. Thick, hard, knot already swelling. Her eyes go wide and she makes this needy little whimper that breaks what's left of my control.
The world narrows to just her. Just this moment. Just the overwhelming need to claim and rut and make her mine.
Heat pounds through my skull. Rut. Claim.Mine.
"I can smell how much you need it," I snarl, stalking toward the nest like a predator closing in on prey. Something is taking over, something that recognizes no authority but instinct. "Can smell how desperate you are for me."
"Yes," she sobs, spreading those thighs wider. "Please, Hawk. I can't... can't take it anymore..."
I drop into the nest and she reaches for me immediately. Her hands on my skin burn like brands, her scent everywhere, the way she's practically presenting herself to me...
The last thread of human restraint snaps.
I grab her hips and flip my omega onto her hands and knees in one rough move. She cries out, but it's not pain. It's pure need.
"You want my cock?" I growl, lining myself up with her dripping pussy. My voice is changing… rougher. "You want me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes, please, I need?—"
I slam into her in one brutal thrust. No buildup. No easing her into it. Just raw, hard fucking.
She screams. Actually screams, back arching as I fill her completely. My omega's pussy is so fucking tight, so slick, clenching around my cock like she never wants to let me go.
"Fuck!" I roar, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. My fingers dig into her flesh, marking her. "So fucking tight."
I can't think anymore. Can't stop. Something is taking over, something primal and demanding.
I don't give her time to adjust. Can't. The need to claim and rut and make her mine is overwhelming every rational thought. Every instinct is screaming at me to take, to possess, to mark her so thoroughly that no one will ever question who she belongs to.
I pull out and slam back in, setting a punishing pace that has her crying out with every thrust.
"Take it," I snarl, pounding into her. My voice is getting rougher with each word, less human. "Take my fucking cock."
