Page 109 of Chain Me Knot

She nods, a frantic little up and down of her head as she lifts her arms to help me. “Yes, please, Alpha.”

The fabric slips free, revealing her bare breasts, and for a moment, I just stare.

She’sperfect.

Full and soft, crowned with dusky pink nipples already pebbled tight for me. The faintest sprinkle of freckles dust across her pale skin, leading my gaze like a trail of stars. That’s new. The sunshine has done her good. I could spend forever mapping them with my tongue.

“Can I taste you?” My voice is rough, strained with want, but my hands stay gentle, tracing the outer curves with aching slowness.

She squirms, her chest flushing deeper, but her answer is breathless and wanting. “Yeesss.”

I brush my lips over the slope of her breast first, savoring the way her heartbeat thrums beneath my mouth. Then I take her nipple between my lips, sucking as my tongue swirls in slow circles.

“Phoenix!” Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me closer as her back arches, pressing deeper into my mouth. A needy whimper escapes her when I graze my teeth over the peak, just enough to tease, before soothing it with another lap of my tongue.

I palm her other breast, kneading the supple flesh, thumb flicking over her neglected nipple until it’s as hard as the one in my mouth. My other hand grips her hip. Tremors race through her as I lavish attention on her, gentle and relentless.

She shakes, her breath coming in ragged little gasps, her scent saturating the air. Every sound she makes, every twitch of her body, is a gift.

“So perfect,” I murmur against her skin, switching sides, my tongue tracing the same devoted patterns. “Every inch of you. Mine to cherish. Mine to adore.”

Her choked sob is answer enough.

“Phoenix, please.”

I love the way she begs. It means no darkness is keeping her small. Drowning her in the lies with which monsters filled her head.

“Tell me what you need.” My voice is a dark caress as I pull back just enough to watch her. Flushed, panting, her nipples glistening from my attention.

Emma whines at the loss of contact. “Phoenix…”

I click my tongue, gripping her chin to hold her gaze. “Words, Tough Girl.” My thumb traces her swollen bottom lip. “Beg properly.”

Her breath hitches, her pupils swallowing every bit of blue. Then…

“Put your mouth on me.”

Sweet gods in heaven.

The demand cracks through me sharp as a whip but there’s no denial on my tongue. She’s leaking slick, the honeyed evidence of her need soaking through her yoga pants, darkening the fabric between her thighs.

“I think you’ve ruined these, sweetheart.” I drag a fingertip along the damp seam. She shudders, her hips jerking toward my touch as a fresh wave of her scent hits me—ripe honey turned thick with want.

“You ruined me. In all the best ways,” she gasps.

Heat licks through my veins, molten and insistent at those whispered words.

“Gotta take these off if I’m going to obey your every command.” My fingers hook into her waistband. She lifts her hips, arching to help me peel the soaked fabric down her legs until she’s finally bare and glowing. Her skin is flushed pink, her thighs covered with slick. Her pussy is swollen, petals parted and glistening, her clit a perfect, throbbing pearl begging for attention.

“Watch what I do to you.” I curl my fingers around her knees and angle her body so that her legs are off the chair. My arms hook under her legs, forcing them wide, my biceps flexing to hold her open before leaning down to drag my tongue through her folds in one long, delicious lick. I groan at the taste of sweet salt and omega perfection. Her thighs tighten around my head and a whimper tears from her throat.

“Phoenix!” Her fingers tangle in my hair as I suck her clit into my mouth. My tongue flicks over the sensitive bundle of nerves in ruthless circles. She squirms, her breath coming in desperate gasps, her heels digging into the small of my back.

“That’s it,” I growl against her. “Let me ruin you more.”

And when two of my fingers sink into her dripping heat, curling against that sweet spot inside her, her back arches as her orgasm rips through her with a scream. But I don’t stop. Not even close.

I fuck her through the orgasm, my fingers driving deeper, my tongue circling her throbbing clit in tight, relentless strokes, refusing to let the sensations fade. She sobs, her hands shoving weakly at my shoulders, her body convulsing with oversensitivity.

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