Page 117 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“Off,” I demanded, as though I were the Alpha in this situation.

With a smirk, he obeyed, and dear God, it was sexy as hell to watch him peel off the last layer. His cock sprung free, curving upward, hot and heavy and all mine. Any bashfulness or insecurities I had fell away. Biting my lip, I dropped to my knees, reveling in his sharp inhale as I peeked up at him from under dark lashes.

I took his length in my hand, feeling the warmth and the pulse of it beneath my palm. Slowly, I stroked him, watching his face tighten with the movement. His eyes were half-lidded, mouth slightly open, and I could see the struggle for control playing out across his features.

Leaning in, I let my breath tease the sensitive head of his cock, and he groaned, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating; here was an Alpha,my Alpha, completely at my mercy.

My tongue flicked out, just a taste, and his hands flew to tangle in my dark hair. He didn’t force me, but the tension in hisgrip told me how badly he wanted this. How badly he wantedme.

His desire, hisneed, wasspellbinding.

I licked again, this time focusing on the entire length of him, savoring the salty flavor of his skin. A shiver ran through his body, and he tightened his grasp on my hair, still not pushing, but bracing himself. I loved that he was letting me set the pace.

Slowly, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his thickness. His head lolled back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. I worked him with a steady rhythm, my hand and mouth moving in unison. His breathing grew ragged. Following my instincts, I hollowed my cheeks, adding more suction, teasing my tongue along his shaft.

“Kit,” he breathed, fighting the battle between pleasure and restraint. “Stop, Butterfly. You’re going to make me come.”

I leaned away, glancing up. “Don’t you want to?”

“Fuck yeah, I do. But not until I’m buried knot deep inside your pretty pussy.”

“Yes.”

That one word was filled with so much longing, and it was all the consent he needed to hear.

In one swift motion, he lifted me against him, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. Large hands gripped my ass, and he pinned me against the wall. My head dropped back, and he planted kisses down my throat before biting the crux of my neck and shoulder. Tongue swirling over the spot I knew he intended to mark someday, he notched himself at my entrance and pressed in with measured, small thrusts.

Slick eased his way, and I rocked my hips, trying to take him deeper. Desperate for it. For him.

The stretch was exquisite, the fullness and pleasure blurring together in my fevered state. Each inch he gave me sent sparks through me, lighting me up and making me feel all shimmery.

“Tommy,” I breathed beyond coherent thought, lost so completely in him I never wanted to find my way out.

A deep, low growl sounded, vibrating through me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, kissing the shell of my ear, the column of my throat, the curve of my shoulder. “So perfect.”

Every word he spoke was fuel on the fire, making me burn for him. I tightened my legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him deeper, to merge us completely. He obliged with a hard thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs and made stars dance in my vision.

“Oh, God!” I sobbed, weaving my fingers into his brown hair and holding on for the ride.

He retreated slowly, almost all the way out, and though the drag was delicious, my body cried at the loss. Then he drove into me again, harder this time, stealing all my air. Each thrust was deliberate and powerful, his hips slamming against mine, his knot teasing me, promising an even greater stretch. I ached for it, for that complete and utter possession. Clinging to him, I raked my nails down his back as he pounded into me with increasing intensity.

My moans mixed with his growls, creating a symphony of raw, primal sounds that echoed off the walls.

“Tommy,” I gasped, my fingers clutching at his hair and shoulders. “I’m—I’m so close.”

His mouth captured mine in a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth, as he quickened his pace. The friction of his cock against that perfect spot inside me had lightning bolts of pleasure driving the ecstasy to an unbearable peak.

With a final, ferocious thrust, he drove his knot into me, locking us together. The stretch was as intense as it was delicious. The sudden fullness was too much; it sent me hurtling over the edge. I screamed his name as my orgasm ripped through me, wave after wave of blinding bliss. My inner wallsclenched around his cock, milking him. The feral groan he released was so sexy, and a moment later, I felt him swell impossibly larger before the hot rush of his cum filled me.

Trembling and weak, I sagged against him, letting him support me fully. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Intent on keeping me close, Tommy settled me on a nearby counter so he could smooth his hands over my skin, petting me, bringing me down from my high gently.

We stayed like that for long moments, breathing each other in while I listened to the thrum of his heart slowly return to its normal, rhythmic pace. My heat flare faded. Nestling into him, I soaked up his warmth and his scent, wanting to immortalize this moment in my mind.

The lazy trail of his fingers had my eyes drifting shut, a contented smile playing across my lips.

This was the happiest I’d been in... maybe ever.

“Kit,” he murmured softly, tenderly. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

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