Page 100 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

I knew the moment he saw my hesitation, and the truth reflected in my eyes.

“Angel, I promise they’re not going to be mad. In fact, I think they’re gonna throw a damn party.”

I gaped. He couldn’t be serious.

“I can see that you don’t believe me, but trust me when I say every single one of us has been fantasizing about the day we take this step together.”

“You have been?”

Marco groaned, a wholly indecent sound that had my pussy clenching all over again. “Fuck, Angel. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve touched myself in the shower, thinking about you naked.”

He had? I flushed—hard.

A low, deep chuckle surrounded me. “Each of our relationships will develop at their own pace, but just knowing you’re healing and trusting us to know your limits, to give you pleasure… That’s a heady thing, Angel. They’re going to be happy.”

“Even Dimitri?” I was worried about his reaction the most.

Marco took a moment to think about it. “I’m sure the Alpha in him would’ve preferred to go first. And I’m fuckin’ positive he’ll give me some shit for not treating you like the lady you are and taking you to a bed—like you deserved. But overall, I think he’ll be as happy as Gio and Tommy that our relationships are progressing.”

I swallowed hard, hoping he was right.

“You’re ours, Kitania,” he vowed. “Heart, body, and soul. I know we haven’t talked about it much—and we’d never pressure you into anything—but we want you in every way imaginable. That includes biting and marking you. Bonding you to us as our Omega. This, right here,”—he motioned between us—“is just one more step in that direction. The other day when we caught you and Gio together, I might’ve been a little jealous wishing it was my fingers buried in that pretty pussy, but I was damn happy that you were comfortable enough with Gio to let him touch you so intimately. That you let him get you off. You trusted him, and then you trusted us to watch. Every time we touch, kiss, or do something more, it furthers us as a pack. You’re our future. And we’re yours. Nothing else matters, and my brothers will agree.”

“Marco…” Emotion flooded me, making me breathless.

Biting… Marking… Bonding…

My heart squeezed and my throat went equally tight. It was the first time one of them had vocalized claiming me—really, truly claiming me. I hadn’t realized just how much I needed to hear it. To know they were thinking about taking that permanent step. That all of this could be real.

Mates.

A family.

A place to finally belong.

I wanted it more than I’d even realized. Even before I’d been taken, I’d barely let myself dream of the future. Dreams were fickle, precarious things, teasing you, making you wish for something that might never materialize.

But with Dimitri, Giovanni, Marco, and Tommas, everything was different. That future was finally within reach, and it was as exciting as it was terrifying. From the time we’d met, I’d wanted to let myself hope, to let that dream manifest, but deep down, I was petrified these men would just be another thing I’d lose.That they’d find me unworthy or some cruel twist of fate would steal them away.

Fear, however, was absolutely exhausting, and for once, I just wanted to believe it was possible for me to find my own happily ever after. Like Julia and Demi had suggested.

I settled my hand over Marco’s heart, feeling the steady thrum. Instead of using words, I leaned in and captured his mouth in a tender, passionate kiss, pouring the way I felt about him into every graze of my lips, every swipe of my tongue. He mirrored my movements with equal fervor, those muscular arms of his tightening around me.

We stayed like that until his knot finally softened and slipped free. A little whimper escaped me at the loss, already missing the feeling of being so deeply connected. Marco soothed me with a last lingering kiss before reluctantly letting me go and helping me off the bike and back onto shaky legs.

Almost instantly, the mixture of his cum and my slick leaked down my thighs, our scents heavily intertwined in a way I adored. It was dirty and slightly uncomfortable to be so wet, but instead of feeling used or ashamed, I felt confident, sexy, andloved. I’d chosen this moment with Marco, and I’d relished every minute.

I held onto that feeling as we righted our clothing in comfortable silence, stealing glances and swapping soft smiles.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up, yeah? The others will be worried if we’re gone too long.”

I nodded, letting him help me into the helmet before I settled behind him once more, holding tight as he kicked the bike to life and sped off into the night. But all the while I fixated on the one little word that felt like an anchor in a storm…

Home…

I liked the sound of that entirely too much.

thirty-seven

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