Page 84 of Chain Me Knot

Strong hands span my waist, spinning me before I can gasp. Phoenix’s golden-boy smirk is the last thing I see before his mouth claims mine. Where Soren was fire, Phoenix is lightning. Hot, wicked, teasing. He nips my lower lip, licking into me with a dark chuckle when I moan. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I feel him—all of him—hard and wanting against my stomach.

“Fuck, Tough Girl,” he murmurs against my lips. “You taste like honey and sin.”

Before I can catch my breath, calloused fingers slide under my chin, tilting my face. Asher. His smoky whiskey scent is a live wire, his dark eyes burning. “My turn,” he growls.

His kiss is dominance and demand, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he’s staking a claim. One hand fists in my hair, the other sliding down to grip my throat. Not tight, just enough to make my pulse hammer. I melt, my knees buckling, but Soren is there, his chest pressed against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. “We’ve got you,” he murmurs.

Phoenix doesn’t let go. His hands roam my body. Palming my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt until I gasp into Asher’s mouth. Soren’s fingers trace my spine, slow, possessive, before slipping under my waistband. “So fucking soft,” he groans against my neck.

I’m drowning in Asher’s commanding lips, Phoenix’s wicked hands, Soren’s relentless mouth on my skin. Their scents twist together, whiskey and coffee and winter storm, drenching me in heat.

“Tell us what you want, Omega,” Asher rumbles, pulling back just enough to watch me unravel.

I don’t hesitate. “Everything.”

Phoenix’s grin incinerates me. “Good answer.”

“Want your clothes off. Need to feel you against me. Can I undress you, Moonbeam?” Asher rasps.

My answer is a deep groan. There’s nothing else I want more. “Yes, please Alpha. Please undress me.”

His fingers trace down my arms and around my waist to hook under the hem of my shirt, pausing just below my navel where my muscles tighten, anticipating his slow-moving touch. He drags the fabric up in one excruciatingly slow motion, exposing me inch by vulnerable inch, his knuckles grazing on my belly.

The cotton rises above my bra. Asher's breath hitches. “So beautiful, Omega.”

His thumbs brush deliberately across the sensitive undersides of my breasts, the contact so light yet so electrifying that my back arches. The scent of my arousal spikes in the air, dripping with honey, turning heady and rich.

Asher groans, lowering his head to my neck where he nibbles with lips, tongue and teeth. “Smell so good. Smell like mine.”

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

When the fabric finally slips over my head, the cool air raises goosebumps across my newly bared skin, but I have no time to shiver before Soren’s mouth crashes onto my bare shoulder. His teeth sink into the tender junction where neck meets shoulder. This isn't the claiming bite of a bond, but something just as possessive. The sharp pleasure-pain wrenches a cry from my throat that echoes through the room.

I feel Soren's satisfied smirk against my skin as he soothes the sting with his tongue. “Mine too,” he growls against the damp mark he's left, his woodsy scent promising everything. His hands slide around to palm my breasts over my bra, thumbs circling my nipples with just enough pressure to make my knees weak. “Hmm, I think we need to get you out of this restrictive clothing, butterfly.”

If I had control over my limbs, I’d rip it off me. As it is, I’m clutching Phoenix’s shoulders while my knees do their best to not buckle. I nod. “Fuck yes.”

Soren chuckles. He licks my neck at the same time as unclipping my bra and drawing it off my body.

“That’s much better, isn't it?” Phoenix murmurs against the shell of my ear, his breath hot as his hands claim one bare breast. And gods, he's right. The moment his calloused palms slide over my pebbled nipple, fire licks through my veins. I arch into his touch with a whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder as he teases me, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers until I'm trembling.

“Look at her,” Asher growls to the others, his thumbs brushing one last tantalizing circle on my other breast before he stills. “Our pretty omega, all desperate for more.” His voice drops to that wicked, knowing tone that always unravels me. “Emma, baby... you want Phoenix to suck on these perfect breasts? Put his mouth all over you?”

The question alone sends a rush of slick between my thighs. My arousal is a living thing, coiling tighter with every second they draw this out. “Yes,” I gasp, my hips rocking. “Please, Alpha. Please, I need…”

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell us exactly what you want,” Phoenix prompts, pinching my nipples lightly enough to make me cry out for more.

“Suck my breasts,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please, Alpha, I need your mouth—”

I barely finish the sentence before Phoenix is there, his summer eyes locked on mine. He doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. The way he looks at me—like I'meverything—says it all.

Then Phoenix kneels before me, putting his face at my chest height. The first hot swipe of his tongue over one of my nipples wrings a sob from my throat. His mouth closes over me, sucking deep, and my back bows off Soren's chest. My fingers tangle in Phoenix’s golden locks to hold him there. “Oh gods…”

Asher chooses that moment to claim my mouth, his kiss devouring and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine in time with Phoenix's pulls on my breast. The dual sensations short-circuit my brain. While Phoenix's lips and teethand tongue work me relentlessly, Asher's kiss stealing every ragged breath I try to take. Soren's cock presses against my back, his hands roaming my stomach, my hips, my thighs…

I'm surrounded.

Consumed.

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