Page 111 of Chain Me Knot

I tear my shirt over my head and shove my jeans past my hips. I kick my boots aside with no care for where they land. Every second not touching her is agony. When I'm finally bare, my cock juts heavily between us, flushed and leaking, my knot already swollen in anticipation.

She gasps when I cover her, a sharp, shuddering inhale as our bodies align. Every curve and hollow fits together like a divine design. I brace my forearm beside her head, muscles trembling with restraint and wrap my other hand around myaching length. The first drag through her folds is obscene in its perfection. Her slick coats me in glistening streaks.

“Fuck, Emma,” I grit out, my voice ragged.

Her arousal paints my cock in liquid heat. Her folds are flushed a deep, tempting pink. Her clit is a hardened pearl under my touch, pebbled and desperate, and when I circle the head of my cock over it just to watch her squirm, a broken cry spilling from her lips.

“Phoenix!”

Her thighs tremble, her heels digging into the mattress as she tries to grind against me, seeking more, but I hold her still, my grip firm on her hip, my cock sliding through her slick again and again, teasing us both.

Every pass is torture. Her scent is thick in the air, honeysuckle and vanilla and something deeper now. Primal, claiming, mine, and when my tip catches at her entrance, barely inside before pulling back, her nails rake down my chest, her hips bucking in helpless need.

“Please, Alpha,” she sobs, her voice raw. “I need—I need—”

I know.

Gods, I know.

Because I need it too.

The first thrust is a revelation.

I sink into her in one slow, inexorable push, my cock stretching her gloriously tight walls as she gasps into my mouth. She's molten heat and velvet silk, her body welcoming me with pulsing contractions. When I'm fully seated, our hips flush, I break the kiss just to watch her. Eyes screwed shut, lips parted on a silent cry, holding onto me like I'm her only anchor.

I move with deliberate, rolling thrusts, each one dragging a broken sound from her throat. Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back as if she can pull me deeper. I could die like this… her warmth surrounding me, her scent flooding my lungs, her whimpers vibrating against my tongue when I reclaim her lips.

Her cries grow more desperate, her hips meeting mine with increasing urgency. “More,” she pants against my mouth. “Phoenix, please.”

I grip her hips, flipping us in one fluid motion until she's straddling me, her knees sinking into the nest on either side of my thighs. Her surprised gasp melts into a moan as she grinds down, taking me deeper than before, her inner walls fluttering around me like frantic little kisses.

“That's it, Tough Girl. You're on top and in control. Take what you need. All of it.” I stroke her thighs with my thumb.

Her fingers clutch at my shoulders as she begins to ride me, her movements growing wilder, less controlled. Pleasure contorts her beautiful face. Her eyebrows draw together, and a sheen of sweat glistens on her collarbones. When her rhythm starts to falter, her breath coming in ragged little sobs, I know she's close. Tightening my grip on her hips, I hold her in place as I thrust up, chasing that perfect angle. My knot catches.

Her back arches as it pops past her entrance, locking us together.

“Phoenix!” Her scream is raw, shattered, her pussy clamping down on me in pulses as her climax rips through her. The sensation is unbearably good. Her tightness squeezes my swollen knot. Her slick gushes around me. I groan, my fingers digging into her flesh as my own release surges.

She leans down, her mouth over my scent gland.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder, piercing my skin.

Pain. Bliss. Home.

Holy fuck. My mate has claimed me first.

My fierce, beautiful omega chooses me.

The shock sends my pleasure skyrocketing. Her essence floods through the fresh mark, golden and effervescent. Champagne bursting in my veins. The bond between us ignites, brighter than before, her joy and devotion pouring into me in a dizzying rush.

I roar as a second orgasm rips through me, my cock pulsing as her essence intertwines with mine, fusing us on every level—body, soul, breath.

When she finally releases my shoulder, her lips are stained with my blood, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Mine.” She tilts her head back to bare the delicate column of her throat to me. And in the same breath says, “Claim me.”

My nose traces the delicate curve where her neck meets shoulder, inhaling deeply as her unique fragrance blooms under my attention. My lips brush the heated skin there, feeling her pulse jump against my mouth as she whimpers.

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