Page 87 of Chain Me Knot

“It will be my pleasure to give you everything, Butterfly,” Soren rasps.

His hands go to his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp snick before he shoves his jeans down his hips. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, flushed atthe tip, veins running along the length. A pearlescent bead drips from the slit. He swipes it with his thumb, coating his digit with the liquid. My mouth waters at the sight, my core pulsing with another rush of slick. Honeysuckle, thick and heady, makes the air heavy with arousal.

“Fuck, look at you.” Phoenix groans, only a step behind Soren as he releases his cock, too. He wraps his fist around himself, giving one slow, torturous stroke. “Dripping for your alpha.”

I whine, my thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the throbbing that’s quickly bordering on painful, but Phoenix is there, strong hands easing my legs apart as he settles beside me. He swirls his fingers around my clit as his lips brush my shoulder. “It’s okay, Omega. Soren will take care of you.”

Asher mirrors him on my other side, his whiskey-dark eyes locked on my face as his fingers slide over my breasts. “Just feel.”

Then Soren kneels between my thighs, his gaze burning as he drags the head of his cock through my soaked folds. He slides his thumb between my lips and sharp, salty coffee bursts on my tongue. I suck as hard as I can, eager to drink in as much of his essence. Gods, he’s delicious. He teases my entrance before sliding up over my clit in one torturous glide.

Electricity shoots through me.

My back arches off the bed, a scream catching around his thumb as pleasure sparks white-hot behind my eyelids. He does it again, slower this time, the thick ridge of him rubbing against my most sensitive flesh, smearing my slick over both of us.

I rip my mouth away. “Soren!” I sob, my fingers digging into his hips.

“I know, baby,” he grits out, his own control fraying as he grinds against me, his hips jerking. “Fuck, you’re so soft… so fucking wet…”

Phoenix’s hand slides into my hair, tilting my face toward his. “Breathe,” he orders, but his voice is rough with his own need.

Asher’s fingers drift lower, circling my nipple, pinching just enough to make me grind against him. “That’s it, Omega. Take what he gives you.”

And when Soren drags his cock through my dripping heat again, the thick, velvety head catching on my clit before sliding back down, the world dissolves into white-hot sensation.

“Soren!” My voice shatters before I can finish his name as pleasure detonates through me. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh as he grinds his hardness against my clit, mapping every ridge and pulse of my climax with his own body.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough with awe. “Use me. Let me feel you come.”

My thighs tremble violently around him, my slick painting his skin as my orgasm rips through me in relentless waves, each one sharper, brighter, more consuming than the last. My vision blurs at the edges, my fingers leaving marks on him as my body clenches around nothing.

I unravel beneath him, his cock still sliding through my soaked folds, prolonging the torture, turning my pleasure into something borderline unbearable.

“S-stop—too much—” I beg, my voice breaking, my hips jerking weakly, caught between the need to escape the overwhelming sensations and the primal urge to chase them.

“Take him, Omega,” Asher murmurs from beside me, his hand sliding down to grip my wrist, pinning it to the mattress. “You need it. You can handle it.”

My climax stretches, fracturing into something deeper, something that doesn’t just wrack my body but reaches into my soul, rewriting every nerve ending.

I’ve orgasmed and he hasn’t even entered me.

“Emma.” Soren's voice is rough velvet against my ear, his breath hot where his lips brush my temple. “Can I make love to you?”

The question undoes me. Asking. Not taking. Not demanding I beg or present or any of the things Pack Carmichael made me do.

I shove thoughts of them aside. They have no place in this perfect moment.

“Yes—please—” The words tumble out between panting breaths. My hips lift, aching for him, my thighs cradling his hips. “Need you inside me, Alpha. Now.”

“As you wish, Butterfly,” Soren rasps.

One strong arm hooks beneath my knee, his hot palm scorching against the sensitive skin of my thigh as he drapes my leg over his hip, opening me wider. His other hand grips himself, the thick head of his cock dragging through my slick, coating himself in my arousal before positioning at my entrance.

The first press steals my breath.

Not just from the stretch, though he’s thick, the blunt head of him nudging past my clenching muscles with slow, devastating pressure, but from the way his entire body shudders above me, his abs flexing, his biceps cording with tension.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his forehead dropping to mine as he pushes deeper, deeper, his breath ragged against my lips. “Emma!”

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