Page 88 of Chain Me Knot

I feel every inch. The way my body yields, then resists, then yields again as he works himself inside me. The stretch burns but the moment I whimper, his hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling just hard enough to make the burn ease. My muscles relax around him and he slides home, his hips flush against mine, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

For a heartbeat, neither of us moves.

His length pulses inside me, the thick veins along his cock pressed against my walls. I breath in fresh forest, dragging his scent into my lungs. His muscles tremble with restraint, sweat beading on his chest. His gaze finds mine. Locks, and I see the open promises he doesn’t hide.

“So fucking perfect,” he rasps, his lips brushing mine.

He’s not just talking about being inside me.

He pulls almost all the way out, the drag of his cock ruthless and exquisite, before surging back in with one smooth, deep stroke that punches a sob from my throat.

I whimper, oversensitive from Phoenix's ruthless mouth and my own climax, every nerve ending alight and raw. The fullness is almost too much—almost—but Soren reads my body like the complex code hemasters so well.

Withdrawing almost completely before urging back in, each thrust a slow, deep glide that hits places inside me I didn't know could shatter and reform. My back arches, my nails scoring his shoulders as he sets a rhythm designed to unravel me.

“Look at me, Omega,” he rasps, and when my eyes open, his gaze holds me captive. Dark with love and need and quiet, endless devotion. His sandalwood forest scent turns storm-ripe as sweat beads on his brow.

“Soren…”

His hips snap forward, sending sparks through my vision. “Come for me, Omega. Let me feel you climax on my cock.”

My orgasm rolls through me, my internal muscles clamping down on his hard length as I sob his name. Soren’s thrusts turn erratic before he buries himself deep within me with a groan, his release flooding me in pulsing waves of heat.

For endless seconds, we cling to each other, breaths mingling, hearts hammering in tandem, until he pins me with another open gaze and threads his fingers through my hair.

“Mine,” he whispers against my sweat-slick skin.

“Yes. Yours.” My body hums with satisfaction, my muscles lax and pliant, my eyelids suddenly heavy. “Mine too.”

Sated. Spent. Boneless.

His chuckle causes his cock to twitch. “Oh yes. We’re never going anywhere without you, mate. Ours forever now.”

Sparks shoot through my overstimulated body, just on this side of discomfort. Soren eases out of me, slick and cum gushing between my thighs onto the bedsheets beneath us, and I can’t help my whimper. I wish I had more stamina, but exhaustion is still a real thing. I barely have the strength to lift my head when Asher’s strong arms gather me against him.

“Shhh, little omega. I’ll be here when you need me,” he murmurs. “Just rest for now.”

He shifts to position me on his chest, and his bond floods with care. With protective safety. And his bare chest, skin on skin contact, is exactly what I need.

My head finds its perfect place over his heartbeat, his steady rhythm grounding me as my legs rest either side of his hips. I mumble a faint protest, because he’s still wearing jeans, but Phoenix slides to one side, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my hip, while Soren covers us all in a blanket and rests against my other side, his sandalwood warmth a soothing counterbalance to Asher’s smoky intensity.

A deep, resonant hum builds in Asher’s chest first, vibrating through me where our bodies press together, the steady pulse of it syncing with my slowing heartbeat and melting me further into him.

Phoenix’s purr is a playful rumble as he nuzzles against my shoulder and his fingers come to rest on my hip. “Sleep, Tough Girl. We’ve got you.”

Soren’s purr comes last. Quieter, softer, but no less powerful. The vibrations ripple through the mattress as he tucks the blanket around us, his sandalwood scent wrapping me in warmth. His hand settles lightly on my back, a grounding weight as he presses a kiss to the crown of my head.

It’s too much. Too good. My muscles loosen completely, my breath evening out as the combined rhythm of their purrs lulls me under.

The last thing I feel is Asher’s lips against my hair as consciousness slips away.

“Sweet dreams, Omega.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Emma

Golden dawn spills through the open window, painting lazy stripes across the rumpled sheets. I stir slowly, my body heavy with sleep, my cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of a warm chest.

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