Page 44 of Chain Me Knot

Phoenix cups my face, angling my chin up toward him. His lips brush mine before pressing in, deepening the kiss. His thumbs stroke along my cheekbones as he drinks down the tiny sounds escaping my throat, reassuring me without words.

Beneath the frantic pulse of my biology, there's something strong enough to overshadow my fear. Patience. Devotion. Kindness tether me to this moment.

This is right rather than dangerous.

Safe rather than forced.

Steady strength leeches away fear, urging my barriers to lower to accept what my body screams for. I lose myself in sensation and sink into the warmth and sweetness, and the promise of everything they offer me until there’s nothing left in my head except pure, exquisite sensation.

Asher’s touch moves along my body, gentle fingers tracing every sensitive curve, igniting nerves I didn’t even realize existed. My senses narrow to his hands on me, reverent and careful as he maps each hollow and dip of skin. My pulse races, breath hitching as his palm slides downward, skimming my waist, slipping across my hip bone until he finally cups my thigh. His palms feel shockingly good against my sensitive skin, grounding me even as pleasure sweeps me away.

“Would you like me to touch you where you need it most, omega?” His voice is deep, roughened with restrained need.

My breath sobs out in a helpless moan as desire coils hot within my belly, my hips rocking toward his touch in silent invitation. “Please, Alpha.”

My thighs part for him, a gesture of raw, uncertain trust, as terrifying as it is hopeful. Vulnerability spirals through me but they’ve made me safe, shown me only tenderness.

They won’t harm me.

Not these alphas.

Notmyalphas.

Asher’s fingers drift upward, feather light. I tremble with each inch of skin he explores. Every careful stroke leaves a burning, aching trail behind. When his fingertips finally find my sensitive heat, I gasp, muscles tightening, my entire body rigid with anticipation, and raw want.

Agonizingly he begins to stroke me, those fingertips sliding easily through my slick folds before he presses inside. The sensation tears through me, overwhelming and perfect, too good to be real. My hips buck helplessly into his touch, and a cry escapes me, high and shocked and desperate.

“So good, Moonbeam,” Asher murmurs, his voice pure warm encouragement. “Take what you need. We’re here.”

Soren’s mouth skims down my neck, trailing kisses that soothe away lingering aches, while Phoenix carefully cups my breasts. His thumbs brush light circles over my aching nipples. Their care floods my senses, mingling irresistibly with Asher’s touch until pleasure steals all rational thought.

Pleasure mounts higher. A pressure builds deep and strong. My thighs tremble. Slick heat flows freely, coating Asher’s hand, proof of my arousal, proof of my readiness, my need. My muscles tighten and flutter around him, sensations coiling tight, ready to snap.

I grasp at his wrist, my gaze snapping to his, seeking clarity as pleasure threatens to pull me under. Confusion flickers beneath the rising pleasure, uncertainty warring fiercely with desperate need.

“I…” My voice trembles, the words barely making it out, choked by sensation and tentative embarrassment. “I don’t…”

I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

Realization flashes through his eyes, a mixture of heartbreak and restrained fury, even as his touch remains perfectly steady, perfectly gentle. Tender sadness flickers through our bond, replaced quickly by determined resolve.

“What you’re feeling is good, Emma. It’s right. Your body is chasing the pleasure you’ve always deserved but were denied,” Asher says.

I can’t tear my gaze away from him. His words anchor me, soften the sharp edges of fear, give me permission to let go and trust what my body whispers to me.

His voice wraps around me. “Just let it happen, sweetheart. Let yourself take what you need.”

Soren tightens his arms around my waist, steadying me as my limbs begin to tremble. His deep voice brushes across my ear, “You’re doing so well, Emma. So perfect for us.”

“Just like that, beautiful,” Phoenix encourages, his hands gentle on my breasts. “Ride it out. We're right here with you.”

My eyes find Asher’s through the haze of pleasure, seeking his steady grounding. His intent gaze holds mine, dark and tender, as I spiral dangerously close to an edge. The confusion clouding my mind fades, replaced instead by an astonished sense of wonder.

“Alpha,” I whimper, my voice breaking on a sob as sensation rushes towards a peak. “I'm… I'm…”

Gathering heat low in my abdomen tightens to an unbearable crescendo. Pleasure floods every nerve, every muscle, consuming me in pure, blinding ecstasy. My body arches, pleasure splintering me apart. My vision goes bright, blank, colors exploding behind closed eyelids as my mouth opens with a silent scream at the overwhelming release.

My inner muscles clench hard around Asher’s fingers. The slick from my release floods embarrassingly hot, coating me and soaking his hand. From somewhere deep inside me, a low, desperate sound rises. A sob of relief, a moan of pleasure, a cry of liberation. It's a sound I've never made before, a sound so raw and real that it shocks me even as itleaves my lips.

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