Page 127 of Chain Me Knot

She sobs, her back arching, her fingers clawing my shoulders as she begs for it. “Yes, please Alpha. I need your knot. Please.”

I thrust up hard.

My knot pops past her entrance, locking us together as her climax rocks through her. Her raw, shattered scream tears through the car, her back bowing off the seat as her orgasm wrecks her. Her pussy milks me in ruthless pulses, her inner walls fluttering like frantic little kisses around my cock, strangling me in her tight, slick heat. The sensation is too much and with a roar, I lose all control.

My release surges into her, thick and scalding, flooding my seed into her in pulse after pulse. Her walls flutter around my knot in aftershocks as she rides out the waves. Her breath comes in ragged, sobbing gasps against my neck.

For one suspended moment, there is nothing else—no mission, no pain, no world outside this car.

Just our panting breaths mingling in the air between us.

Just tangled limbs, her sweat-slicked skin flush against mine, her weight a perfect anchor keeping me grounded.

Just her, collapsed against my chest, her heartbeat a wild, stuttering rhythm against my own, our scents twined together so thoroughly they’re inseparable.

Phoenix’s chuckle cuts through the haze, his fingers trailing a possessive line down her spine as he unzips her dress to ease the weight of it from around her body. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe. “You take Soren so good.”

I don’t speak.

I just hold her tighter, my knot still locked inside her, my lips pressed to her temple, breathing her in, memorizing this moment.

Because this—this right here—iseverything.

Asher finally pulls into the garage, the rolling door clanking shut behind us. The second the engine cuts, the air thickens and coils. My knot deflates, and Emma shifts off me with a breathy sigh, her body still radiating feverish heat. Asher gets out of the car and opens the door for me as I scoop her into my arms, exit the car and stumble into the kitchen.

The moment we do, Emma squirms in my hold. I set her down in the kitchen, she launches at Phoenix with a whimper.

“Whoa!” He catches her and a deep rumbling laugh shakes his chest. “Eager, are we, Tough Girl?”

She doesn’t answer with words. Her hands fist in his shirt, ripping it open with a yank that sends buttons skittering across the tiles. Then her mouth is on him, desperate, open-mouthed kisses peppered over his jaw, his throat, the defined planes of his exposed chest. Her fingers rake through the dusting of golden hair there, her teeth grazing a nipple as if wanting to hear him hiss.

Phoenix’s amusement morphs into something darker. The thick ridge of his cock is painfully evident, straining against his pants, the damp spot at the tip betraying how much he’s been holding back.

His eyes are black with hunger when his gaze meets mine over her shoulder. “Guess our omega has chosen me next.”

The promise in his voice sends a fresh pulse of lust through me.

Oh, she’s going to wreck him.

Chapter Fifty

Phoenix

Dew and sun-warmed petals mix with her wild after-rain scent, sharpening into something sweet, golden and feminine, musk that makes me want to bite her, mark her, drag her into my arms and taste every last inch.

It’s fuckingintoxicating.

Soren and Asher are laser-focused on her. Their pupils are blown as much as mine probably are. Asher reaches between his thighs and clenches a fist around his cock to no doubt relieve the pressure of his shaft trying to spear through his pants.

Know the feeling. I’m so hard, mine probably has indents from my zipper that will take months to clear after feasting on her perfect breasts.

“Alpha…need…”

“What do you need, Tough Girl?” I ask.

Her eyes are nothing but black holes that devour my universe. She’s past the point of being able to talk coherently. She’s an adorable mess, half in and out of her evening gown, her hair in fly-away whisps around her face. Her cheeks are flushed a delicious pink. My cock throbs with the need to provide for her.

She shifts her balance, growing more agitated, sinking into her heat. I change my tack, taking any decision-making away from her.. I prop my knuckle under her chin and lift her gaze to mine, infusing some alpha bark into my words. “Calm, Omega.”

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