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"What?" August prompts.
"I want to know what it feels like to be wanted. Really wanted. Not for what I represent but for me." Shaky breath. "And I want to know what you taste like. Both of you."
My cock jerks hard. The innocent way she says it. Like she doesn't realize how fucking erotic those words are.
"You are wanted," I tell her, voice rough with need. "You have no idea how much. Your scent makes my mouth water. Makes me want to pin you down and?—"
I stop myself.
"And what?" she whispers.
"Things that would probably scare you."
"Try me."
Challenge in her voice. Makes me grin.
"Makes me want to pin you down and lick every inch of you." The words come out rough. "Want to make you come until you can't think. Want to bury myself so deep inside you that you'll feel me for days."
Small sound. Almost a whimper. I can smell how wet she is, how much she wants this.
"Maybe," August says, voice thick with his own want, "Cass should take his shirt off."
We both stare at him.
"What?" Heat dancing in his eyes now. "I'm just saying, Cassian's very nice to look at without a shirt. Might help Daisy see that underneath all the scary alpha exterior, he's just a man. A very attractive man with an incredible body."
Heat floods my face. But Daisy's breathing picks up. I can smell her need intensifying.
"Would that be okay?" Her voice comes out breathy. "If I looked?"
The shy way she asks. Makes my cock twitch.
"If you want."
She nods quickly, biting her lip. "I want to. I want to see you."
I stand slow. Give her time to change her mind. When she doesn't, I grab my shirt and pull it over my head.
She sucks in a sharp breath. Nearly brings me to my knees.
"Oh my goodness." Her scent floods the room with want. I can smell her slick now. Sweet and musky and perfect.
I know what she sees. Scars mapping my chest and arms. Jagged line across my ribs from a knife fight. Burn mark on my shoulder from a cigarette. Evidence of every hard lesson.
But also muscle. Broad shoulders. Defined abs from years of real work. The tattoo across my collarbone that says August's name in script.
"You're beautiful," she says softly.
I freeze. "I'm marked up."
"You survived." She shifts closer on the bed. Her scent stronger. Hands trembling. "All of these... they're proof of how strong you are. How much you've overcome."
She moves even closer. Close enough to feel her heat. Close enough that her scent surrounds me completely.
"Can I touch you?"
Nearly stops my heart. "You sure?"
