51. Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-One
Phoenix
I can’t move. Can’t fucking breathe. My heart hammers against my ribs like it wants to break free, to hand itself over to her on a silver platter. If she demands it, she’ll get it. I’ll gladly rip it out of my chest and hand it to her with a smile on my godsdamned face.
“Off,” she says. Just that. One word.
And fuck, it’s an order I’ll follow for the rest of my life and beyond.
I let her strip me bare inch by torturous inch. The cotton catches on my watch, and she growls—actually growls —tugging harder until it gives way, flinging it aside like it offended her.
“Shoes,” she demands, pointing at my feet.
I toe them off without looking, my eyes locked on hers. On the way her pupils swallow all that pretty blue, leaving only hunger.
Her hands go straight for my belt, popping the button of my pants. The snick of the zipper is obscenely loud in the quiet room and when she shoves them down my hips, my cock springs free so fast it slaps against my abdomen.
She’s all liquid grace and omega certainty until she's kneeling between my spread legs, her small hands braced on my thighs. The overhead light catches the light gold in her hair, the flush spreading down her chest, the way her throat works as she swallows hard.
So beautiful.
Every muscle in my body is locked when she wraps her delicate fingers around the base of my cock.
The contrast nearly kills me, her soft skin against the throbbing veins of my hardness, her slender wrist twisting as she gives one experimental pump.
The feel of her palm around my knot shoots liquid need through me.
The groan tears out of me before I can stop it. Her fingers are so small, so soft, but the way she grips me, firm and possessive, sends lightning streaking down my spine. She strokes me, slow and exploratory, her thumb swiping over the swollen head, smearing the bead of pre-cum gathered there.
When she looks up through her lashes, her pupils swallow the blue until all that's left is dark, endless want and I’m done. Gone.
“Fuck,” I choke out, my hips jerking instinctively.
“Mine,” she whispers, and the word isn't a question.
“Do whatever the hell you want to me, Tough Girl,” I rasp, my voice shredded. “I’m so totally yours. Now and for fucking ever.”
Her rosebud lips part on a shaky exhale, her breath ghosting over the head of my cock where it stands rigid against my stomach.
Her breath quickens and that brilliant gaze goes dark with hunger.
Her scent blooms around us with her arousal, thick, syrupy-sweet honeysuckle, and I swear to the gods, my knees almost buckle as her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips .
The first hot swipe of her tongue over the tip of my cock nearly makes me come on the spot. My hips jerk instinctively, but she holds me firm with that ruthless grip, her tongue lapping at me like I’m something precious, something hers.
“Fuck, Emma.” My fingers tangle in her hair, not pushing, just anchoring, as she takes me deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.
The suction, the slick slide of her lips, the way her tongue presses along the underside, is too much.
And when she hums around me, vibrations rippling through my cock, all the stars in this universe and the next sparkle behind my eyes.
Her lips glisten as she pops off my cock and her pink tongue darts along her swollen lower lip. My pre-cum glistens on her thumb before she sucks it into her mouth with a soft, satisfied hum.
I nearly lose it right there.
My fingers tighten around my knot, squeezing hard to keep from spurting untouched onto her nest. Her small hands take my discarded clothing at my feet, and she returns to the nest, smoothing them around Asher’s and Soren’s.
She bends over and I glimpse the soaked strip thong between her thighs clinging to her, dark and impossibly enticing. The scent of her arousal thickens until it’s all I can taste. All I can breathe.
She kneels in the center of her nest impossibly wrecked, her silk gown clinging to her like a half-hearted afterthought. Her hands flutter over the arranged fabrics and when she finally lifts her head, her eyes glow with omega possession, dark as midnight and twice as hungry.
She lifts her hands to us. “Alphas. Please.”
The words don’t even hit the air before we’re moving.
Gentle, always so fucking gentle, Soren slides the loose straps of her gown down her arms and her body. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the exposed curve of her shoulder.
Asher rips the rest of her gown off her and throws it somewhere behind us. Her gasp is swallowed by my mouth as I claim hers, my tongue sweeping in to taste the moan that follows as I drag the ruined thong off her. She’s bare now—all of her—her body glowing in the dim light like something divine .
I drag my knuckles up her inner thigh, relishing the way she jerks, the way her hands fist in Soren’s hair as he mouths her breasts. “Look at you, Omega. Made for this. For us.”
My fingers glide through her slick, gathering the wetness before circling her clit, slow and teasing. Her head drops back with a sob. Her fingers clutch both Soren and Asher, fingers clenched in their hair as they tend to her.
I don’t tease.
Not this time.
My mouth closes over her soaking slit in one devastating lick, tongue flat and broad as I drag it from her entrance to her clit in a single, ruthless stroke.
“Phoenix!” Her thighs snap around my head as she arches off the nest. I pin her down with one forearm across her hips, my other hand working into her with two fingers, curling just enough to make her see stars.
Asher and Soren aren’t idle.
Asher’s mouth crashes onto hers, swallowing her moans as his hands claim her breasts, kneading, pinching, rolling her nipples until they’re stiff peaks.
Soren frames her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone as he murmurs praise against her temple, his free hand skating down her ribs, her stomach, every touch stoking the fire higher.
She’s writhing, caught between my mouth and their hands, her body straining for more.
“Tastes like heaven,” I growl against her clit before sucking it hard between my lips.
Her sob is broken, her fingers fisting in my hair as my fingers pump faster, my tongue flicking in rapid circles. I can feel her tightening, her walls fluttering around my digits, her heartbeat pounding where Asher’s palm presses over her sternum.
“Please… please…” She chokes on the words. “Need you…all of you…inside.”
Asher’s chuckle is dark, his teeth scraping her collarbone. “Greedy little omega.”
“Give her what she wants, brother,” Soren orders, his voice rough .
I crawl up her body, pressing her into the nest with my weight. Her thighs rise to cradle my hips, her knees bending to bracket me. Perfect, yielding, mine. The moment I settle between them, her slick coats my abdomen, her body so hot I’m sinking into living flame.
A growl rumbles in my chest as I nuzzle my claiming bite on her, my tongue flicking over the scarred mark, savoring how our scents have woven together—sandalwood and honeysuckle—now inseparable.
“Look at me, Omega,” Her hazy eyes meet mine. Trust radiates from the depths of those twin pools.
Hunger.
Surrender.
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—our mate —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.”