Page 131 of Chain Me Knot

She clings to me, her hips canting in frantic little circles, desperate for friction. I don’t make her wait.

One hand fists in her hair; the other grips her hip.

I thrust inside in one swift, brutal stroke.

Her body tightens, a scream tearing from her throat as I stretch her core. I don’t make either of us wait. My hips snap forward, setting a relentless pace, each drive deeper than the last.

The sounds she makes—broken sobs, choked moans, my name like a prayer—fuel the fire in my blood. Her pussy clenches around me, her walls fluttering in erratic pulses as her climax barrels toward her.

“Alpha—Mate!”

Her cry is raw, her thighs trembling where they grip me. Her breath hitches, her fingers scramble at my back and when I grind my hips just right, her orgasm shatters her. Her pussy milks me, her slick gushing around my cock as I chase my own release, my thrusts turning jagged, desperate.

My knot swells and catches at her entrance, stretching her brutally for one searing moment before it seats inside, locking us together as I roar, my cum flooding her in thick, hot pulses.

She screams again, her body convulsing through a second peak, her inner muscles rippling around my knot as she takes every drop I offer.

“Mine,” I snarl against her throat, licking the salt from her skin.

Her answer is a whisper against my lips. “Yours.”

She slumps against me, her body spent, her breath slowing to soft, even puffs against my collarbone. My knot keeps us locked together, still pulsing inside her as the last waves of her climax tremble through her. I stroke a hand down her spine, feeling the delicate ridges of her vertebrae beneath my palm, the damp heat of her skin cooling in the aftermath.

Asher brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from her forehead. “She’s out,” he murmurs, his whiskey-dark eyes lifting to mine.

I hum in agreement, my arms tightening around her. “For now.”

Asher whispers to Soren, his voice no more than a rumble in the dim light. “Soren. Can you bring in food, water and blankets? We’re going to need to make sure we keep plenty of supplies to look after her properly.”

Soren nods, slipping from the nest, his bare feet padding across the floor. He pauses just once, looking back at her, at us, and something in his expression softens, something that looks like awe, before he disappears into the hallway.

Her heat isn’t done but for this moment, she’s peaceful. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted, her body trusting enough of us to rest between rounds.

It’s surreal.

Her nest. Our scents tangled in the sheets. Our omega—ourmate—curled between us, allowing us to tend her.

She’s so perfect.

My chest aches with the knowledge.

I press my lips to her temple, breathing her in. The love I feel is so fierce it steals my breath. It’s not soft. Not gentle. It’s a live wire under my ribs, a hunger that never fades.

I would burn the world for her.

We all would.

Soren returns, arms laden with supplies, and sets them down carefully, his gaze lingering on her sleeping form before he meets my eyes.

“She’s going to need all of us,” he says quietly.

Asher’s hand settles on her hip, possessive even now. “And she’ll have us.”

Chapter Fifty-Two

Asher

She sleeps tangled in Phoenix’s arms, her body limp with exhaustion, her breath slow and steady. The scent of our lovemaking lingers heavy in the air but beneath it is the metallic tang of blood.

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