Page 110 of Chain Me Knot

“P-Phoenix… too much!” she gasps, her voice breaking.

I pull back just enough to smirk up at her, my mouth glistening with her slick, my fingers still working inside her.

“No such thing, Tough Girl. Gonna drive all the bad memories out of you until you know beyond a doubt how perfect you are.” I seal my lips around her clit again and suck hard.

Her hips jerk, her hands flying back to my hair, yanking in silent torment as another climax crashes into her, tearing another broken cry from her throat.

She’s trembling now, her thighs quaking around me, her pussy clenching around my fingers like it’s trying to pull me deeper. The scent of her thickens the air, and it takes everything in me not to turn her over, settle her on the chair and take her right there.

But this?

Her falling apart on my tongue, again and again?

This is the real ruination of the doubts those motherfuckers made her believe about herself. She needs to know how fucking untrue they are. She needs to stop listening to those voices and only hear her mates and her own conviction. I curl my fingers to build her into another orgasm.

“Please, Phoenix, I can't... I can't take anymore.”

Her voice is a shattered whisper, raw and trembling, her body limp against the chair. Her thighs twitch, slick gleaming on her skin, her swollen pussy clenching around my finger embedded inside her as she throbs from the aftershocks.

I lean back, removing my fingers from her pussy to trace slow circles on her inner thigh. “Do you still doubt yourself, Omega?”

She whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair, not to push me away, just to hold on.

Then, so quiet I almost miss it…

“Take me to my nest.”

A request. A plea. Her walls crumbling.

My chest swells with something so fierce, so elated, it steals my breath. This request, her trusting me with the most sacred space an omega has, is more than just submission.

It's surrender.

It's faith.

I rise in one smooth motion, my arms sliding under her trembling body, lifting her against my chest. She curls into me on instinct, her face burying against my neck, her breath hot and ragged. Her scent wraps around us as I carry her, step by deliberate step, to the nest she’s been too scared to go into alone.

The mattress is bare apart from the protector. She should be surrounded by blankets, pillows and all things soft that an omega needs to feel comforted, but even being here is a big step for her. I lay her down, covering her with my body so she doesn’t notice the bareness, and I tilt her head until our gazes meet.

“Mine,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Yes. Yours.” She tangles our fingers together. “I want you to claim me, Phoenix. Please don’t make me wait.”

Joy ignites my veins, bright and blinding, my knot already swelling in anticipation, my cock throbbing with the need to seal us together. For one wild, breathless moment, all I want is to flip her onto her hands and knees, sink my teeth into her bonding gland, and fuck her until we’re both screaming.

But…

I stop.

Because beneath the storm of need, beneath the alpha roaring inside me, there’s something deeper. Love. Overwhelming, terrifying, perfect love.

I cup her face, my thumb tracing her jaw, my voice rough with restraint. “Emma,” I murmur, holding her gaze like it’s the only thing tethering me to earth. “Tell me you’re sure.”

I already know she is. Her scent is thick with honeyed certainty, but I need to hear her say it without prompting, without pressure.

Her fingers tighten around mine, her other hand sliding up to press over my racing heart. “There’s no doubt. You’re my alpha. My mate. Please Phoenix. Bite me.Claim me.”

I've never moved faster in my life.

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