Page 38 of Forbidden Taste
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’tfeelright.
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 theblanket, 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 softerthis 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.’
twenty-seven
HAWK
My knot’s gone down, but I’m still holding Leo against my chest, my arms wrapped tight around him, his body pressed to mine in the tangle of his nest soaked with slick and cum. That spiced apple aroma floods the room, a thick, heady syrup that clings to my lungs, blending with my vanilla musk in a way that makes my head spin.
Riley texted half an hour ago which means he should be here any minute now. I wasn’t sure how Leo’s heat would manifest, if he would fully succumb to his Omega instincts, if that lazy drawl that Omegas get swept up in after being knotted would affect him. Sure enough, he’s been out the whole time, only now just waking up. And fuck, he’s adorable—grumbly little noises rumbling from his throat, his curls a wild mess as I slip out of him. He sits up, those sea-green eyes, still hazy with heat.
That adorable version of him doesn’t last long as he reaches down between his thighs, gathering a mess of slick and cum before rollingme onto my stomach and bringing those fingers to my hole. All I can do is moan into the pillows as he slowly works me open, a mixture of pain and pleasure spiraling through me with his rough movements.
“Jesus Christ, babe, I’m not the one in heat,” I purr, even as he drags my ass up into the air, adding another finger to his prep. He lets out a frustrated growl, gathering more slick to open me up with, a possessive purr rumbling through.
He’s not in control, not even close, his instincts driving him, wild and unrestrained, and I love it—fuck, I crave it—his roughness, his need, the way he takes me like I’m his to claim. It’s been years since I was handled this roughly—back in my first year, a fling with an Alpha who didn’t care to be gentle—and I’ve never admitted how much I liked it, how it lit me up, made me feel alive. But Leo, he’s perfect, a storm of strength and tenderness, and I couldn’t have met a more perfect mate.
My cock hardens, leaking against my stomach pressed into the nest, pre-cum pooling in the dip of my navel, my fingers digging into the plush when I feel the tip of his cock easing into my hole. It’s a welcome intrusion, almost a need as he grips my hips, that purr strengthening until it’s the only thing I can hear. I know he won’t knot me—not fully, not with his heat wiring him for release after release but the sensation of being owned, of being held, of being fucked open? Yes, please.
He was much softer our first time a few days ago but this is all primal, animalistic even as he snaps his hips hard and fast, slick easing every thrust. I twist around to look at my beautiful Zeta, his face scrunched up in pleasure, his lips parted in ecstasy.
It’s not long before he comes, a sharp groan filtering into the air as he fills me. It’s going to get messy, fast, this heat turning us into a tangle of slick and cum, but he’s still going—his hand slippingbetween us as he pulls my ass in the air again, wrapping around my cock. Slick fingers match his wild rhythm, words falling from my lips that I’m surprised come from me.
“Fuck, Leo, so good, babe—take me, make me yours, harder, yeah, just like that.”
His pace falters as he comes again, pushing me over the edge, a shuddering release that leaves me trembling, gasping, my body taut and then sagging beneath him. I expect for the haze to take Leo under, draw him into sleep as I find a way to clean us up a bit or at least take a breath but the scuff of shoes at the door rips Leo’s attention to a wide-eyed, flushed Riley hurriedly trying to get his shirt over his head.
I can’t help but chuckle with the way Leo easily slips out of my ass, his eyes nearly black, pupils swallowing the green and then stalks over to Riley. Our Omega doesn’t move as if caught in the sight of a predator, his nostrils flared, his honeyed scent sweetening until I’m suffocated by the two of them.
And then Leo is on him, ripping the rest of his clothes off, throwing shoes across the hall until Riley’s bare, his skin flushed. His eyes are dancing, though and even without a bond, I can tell that Riley is all too excited to share this moment with Leo, with us.
Leo hoists him up in his arms and heads back to the nest, easing him into the plush tangle. Riley glances over at me, reaching out to take my hand, drawing it to his lips, “I’m hoping I didn’t miss too much of the party?”
That draws a chuckle from the both of us as Riley’s laugh cuts off with a little whine, Leo already sliding into his ass. The slick sounds of his thrust have me hard all over again, Riley’s eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grips one of Leo’s arms.
