Page 59 of Chain Me Knot

I grind harder, my hips moving in a desperate rhythm. Slick gathers in my cleft and soaks his pants. I’m glad they’re already wet because I’d no doubt be leaving a stain on the front.

Pleasure builds. There's no pain, no force, no desperate biology driving me. Just pure sensation that grows with each searing touch.

He nips my lips with his teeth. My abdomen tightens as a thrilling sensation radiates from my core. My skin draws as tight as my chest and I cling to him, my muscles locking against him.

I can’t let go.

I don’t want to.

I want to taste and lick and grind.

His dark coffee coats my tongue. His skin is hot. He grips my thighs, tilts his hips and grinds against me and, oh gods…oh gods, a whole-body throb rolls through me, starting with my pussy and flowing to my extremities.

Every muscle tightens. Golden light washes through me as my head falls back and pure, unadulterated lightness rocks through me. My body arches, trembles, falls apart.

Phoenix holds me steady, his arms solid bars while my limbs are weak. All I can do is collapse against him, boneless and floating. His heart beats beneath my ear as waves lap at my calves. His hands stroke my back in soothing patterns, grounding me as I drift in sensation I never knew existed.

“I didn't know it could feel like this.” My lips are clumsy as I try and chase my scattered thoughts.

He pulls back, confusion creasing his brow. “Like what, Tough Girl?”

“Like this floaty feeling,” I say.

His grin goes all the way to his eyes and makes them sparkle. “Just wait until I give you multiple orgasms, Tough Girl. You’ll float all the way up into the sky.”

I gape up at him. “It can happen more than once?”

His brows flick up. “Let me be clear—I plan to make you come more than once, in more than one way, any time you decide you want to kiss me. Or more.”

The promise in his voice, the intensity of his gaze, leaves me speechless.

Multiple times?

I’m hung up on that thought as he moves through the waves toward shore, still carrying me. Water streams off us, but I barely notice. I'm too caught up in the implications of his words, in the possibilities I never knew existed.

Soren waits at the water's edge, a large beach towel ready in his hands. His expression is soft as he wraps it around me. The material is warm from sitting in the sun, and he takes extra care to tuck it securely around my shoulders. His touch is as careful as Phoenix's. A smile pulls at his full lips. “You looked like you enjoyed your swim, butterfly.”

Heat flies over my cheeks when I realize he would have seen everything I did with Phoenix.

“Don’t embarrass her, asshole,” Phoenix says but I’m not embarrassed. Quite the opposite.

Memory flashes through my mind of both Soren and Phoenix’s mouths and hands on me in the shower. When all three of them held me and pleasured me, and…they gave me an orgasm that time as well, and I…I don’t want that to be a once-off. I want what Phoenix said could be done.

Soren immediately looks contrite. His serious hazel eyes settle on me as he rubs the back of his neck with a huge palm. “I didn’t mean to…that’s not what I… I apologize, Emma. You looked like you were having fun splashing Phoenix and it’s time someone got one up on him. He wins far too many games in this pack as it stands.”

Soren looks so much like a kicked puppy that a huffed laugh unexpectedly escapes me, surprising both Soren and Phoenix. I'm not ready to confront my feelings about wanting all three of them, so I focus on something else he said. “Butterfly?”

A spark ignites in the depths of Soren’s eyes. He drops his hand to his side, yet energy thrums through him, holding me suspended under the intensity of his gaze. “That’s you—a butterfly spreading its wings. Showing your beauty for all to see, and I'm here to tell you that your colors are breathtaking, Emma. Everything about you is absolutely stunning.”

The wind buffers us, mixing pure notes of warm sandalwood with brine. Crisp. Clear. Truthful.

He means what he says.

My world tilts on its axis. Everything I thought I knew shifts into new configurations and I don’t know what to do with any of it. I’ve been locked away for so long, I don’t know how to be myself and suddenly the path to knowing what I want, to choose, is too much. I don’t know where to begin.

“Look who finally made it with food,” Phoenix says, taking my hand and gently squeezing, as though he knows I’m bordering on another meltdown. “I don’t know about you, but I'm starving.”

He takes my hand as we walk up the beach to where Asher stands on the end of the pathway through the dunes. The sight of him laden with a large basket, towels, and a picnic blanket strikes me as surreal. This powerful alpha doing somethingso domestic, so normal. His dark hair ruffles in the breeze, his Henley still clinging to broad shoulders.

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