Page 130 of Chain Me Knot

The first hot swipe of her tongue over the tip of my cock nearly makes me come on the spot. My hips jerk instinctively, but she holds me firm with that ruthless grip, her tongue lapping at me like I’m something precious, something hers.

“Fuck, Emma.” My fingers tangle in her hair, not pushing, just anchoring, as she takes me deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. The suction, the slick slide of her lips, the way her tongue presses along the underside, is too much. And when she hums around me, vibrations rippling through my cock, all the stars in this universe and the next sparkle behind my eyes.

Her lips glisten as she pops off my cock and her pink tongue darts along her swollen lower lip. My pre-cum glistens on her thumb before she sucks it into her mouth with a soft, satisfied hum.

I nearly lose it right there.

My fingers tighten around my knot, squeezing hard to keep from spurting untouched onto her nest. Her small hands take my discarded clothing at my feet, and she returns to the nest, smoothing them around Asher’s and Soren’s.

She bends over and I glimpse the soaked strip thong between her thighs clinging to her, dark and impossibly enticing. The scent of her arousal thickens until it’s all I can taste. All I can breathe.

She kneels in the center of her nest impossibly wrecked, her silk gown clinging to her like a half-hearted afterthought. Her hands flutter over the arranged fabrics and when she finally lifts her head, her eyes glow with omega possession, dark as midnight and twice as hungry.

She lifts her hands to us. “Alphas. Please.”

The words don’t even hit the air before we’re moving.

Gentle, always so fucking gentle, Soren slides the loose straps of her gown down her arms and her body. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the exposed curve of her shoulder.

Asher rips the rest of her gown off her and throws it somewhere behind us. Her gasp is swallowed by my mouth as I claim hers, my tongue sweeping in to taste the moan that follows as I drag the ruined thong off her. She’s bare now—all of her—her body glowing in the dim light like something divine.

I drag my knuckles up her inner thigh, relishing the way she jerks, the way her hands fist in Soren’s hair as he mouths her breasts. “Look at you, Omega. Made for this. For us.”

My fingers glide through her slick, gathering the wetness before circling her clit, slow and teasing. Her head drops back with a sob. Her fingers clutch both Soren and Asher, fingers clenched in their hair as they tend to her.

I don’t tease.

Not this time.

My mouth closes over her soaking slit in one devastating lick, tongue flat and broad as I drag it from her entrance to her clit in a single, ruthless stroke.

“Phoenix!” Her thighs snap around my head as she arches off the nest. I pin her down with one forearm across her hips, my other hand working into her with two fingers, curling just enough to make her see stars.

Asher and Soren aren’t idle.

Asher’s mouth crashes onto hers, swallowing her moans as his hands claim her breasts, kneading, pinching, rolling her nipples until they’re stiff peaks. Soren frames her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone as he murmurs praise against her temple, his free hand skating down her ribs, her stomach, every touch stoking the fire higher.

She’s writhing, caught between my mouth and their hands, her body straining for more.

“Tastes like heaven,” I growl against her clit before sucking it hard between my lips.

Her sob is broken, her fingers fisting in my hair as my fingers pump faster, my tongue flicking in rapid circles. I can feel her tightening, her walls fluttering around my digits, her heartbeat pounding where Asher’s palm presses over her sternum.

“Please… please…” She chokes on the words. “Need you…all of you…inside.”

Asher’s chuckle is dark, his teeth scraping her collarbone. “Greedy little omega.”

“Give her what she wants, brother,” Soren orders, his voice rough.

I crawl up her body, pressing her into the nest with my weight. Her thighs rise to cradle my hips, her knees bending to bracket me. Perfect, yielding, mine. The moment I settle between them, her slick coats my abdomen, her body so hot I’m sinking into living flame.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I nuzzle my claiming bite on her, my tongue flicking over the scarred mark, savoring how our scents have woven together—sandalwood and honeysuckle—now inseparable.

“Look at me, Omega,” Her hazy eyes meet mine. Trust radiates from the depths of those twin pools.

Hunger.

Surrender.

---