Page 65 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

Marco’s eyes locked onto mine, darkening with desire. One hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my wet hair. The other arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel every hard inch of his body, the heat of his skin contrasting with the cool water lapping at us.

“You sure about this, Angel?” he murmured, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

But I didn’t need an out.

I nodded, unable to form words as anticipation coiled low in my belly. Marco gave me a victorious smile before he closed the distance.

The first brush of his mouth against mine was gentle, almost reverent. But that tenderness quickly yielded to hunger as he deepened the kiss. His tongue swept across the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, and I parted for him with a soft gasp. He took full advantage, exploring every inch with passionate intensity.

My hands slid up his neck to tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer as I lost myself in the sensations. Marco groaned, the vibration rumbled through his chest and into mine. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

I melted against him, overwhelmed by his scent and his passion. My body felt electrified, every nerve ending sparking to life. His hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the edge of my bikini, before gripping my thighs and hitching them higher around his waist. The new angle brought us closer together, and I gasped at the feel of his hardness directly against my core.

When we broke apart, his lips trailed along my jaw until he reached my ear. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined, Angel,” he murmured hoarsely.

A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the weather. I tugged gently on his hair, urging his mouth back to mine. He obliged with a low growl, giving me another searing kiss.

The world faded away until all that existed between us washeat, pleasure, and the pounding of my heart. I lost all sense of time, absorbed in the intoxicating slide of Marco’s lips against my own, the possessive grip of his hands on my body, and the sensual dance of his tongue making me mindless with desire.

A throat clearing nearby finally broke through the haze.

I reluctantly pulled away, my cheeks flushing as I remembered we weren’t alone. Dimitri stood at the edge of the pool, his dark eyes intense as they raked over us.

“As much as I hate to interrupt,” he rumbled with a hint of remorse, “dinner’s ready. You should all get out and dry off before you catch a cold.”

Marco pressed one last quick kiss to my lips before releasing me. “To be continued, Angel,” he whispered with a wink.

My legs felt wobbly as I climbed out of the pool, goosebumps immediately erupting across my skin. My teeth chattered, and my nipples were so hard they hurt. Gio was there in an instant, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around my shoulders.

“You okay, sweetness?” he murmured, rubbing my arms through the terrycloth to warm me up.

I nodded, still a bit dazed from Marco’s kiss. “Y-Yeah, I’m good.”

Tommas bounced over, shaking water from his hair like an excited puppy. “That was hot as fuck, Butterfly! I can’t wait until it’s my turn.” Winking at me, he sauntered off, flashing all kinds of golden skin as he pushed his swim shorts low on his hips as though he were about to get naked right there on the rooftop.

Marco pulled me to him and gave me a quick parting kiss that was far too short before jogging off to rub his victory in his younger brother’s face.

My fingers went to my tingling lips. I gaped after them, pretty sure these men were going to be the end of me.

twenty-five

DIMITRI

I joltedawake to the sound of Kitania’s screams piercing through the floor. My heart raced as I threw off the covers and leapt out of bed. The door barely survived as I ripped it open with enough force to rattle the damn hinges. Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried down a level, my pulse pounding in my ears as my Omega’s cries filtered into the hall.

The sheer distress in her sobs sent my Alpha drive into overtime. The need to protect her, to ease her fear, drove me onward until I reached her bedroom. Beretta was already there, his nose pressed against the wood of her door. He released a soft, high-pitched whine, looking up at me with pleading eyes while his nails clicked restlessly against the floor as he shifted with nervous energy, as though all he wanted to do was fix Kitania’s anguish.

You and me both.

My hand landed on the doorknob just as Marco emerged from his room, his hair disheveled and gaze wide with concern.

“I’ve got her,” I told him, my voice still rough with sleep. My brother hesitated, then nodded, retreating a step. With a low whistle, he called for Beretta, who begrudgingly obeyed and padded to his side.

I rapped my knuckles against Kitania’s door; the thuds echoing into obscurity. When no answer came, I was done waiting. Twisting the knob, I pressed inside. The room was bathed in shadows, but I could make out my Omega’s form thrashing on the bed.

My chest tightened, and I crossed to her. The sheets were tangled around her legs, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. Tears streaked her face, glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains.

I sat on the side of the mattress. “KitKat,” I murmured, reaching out to brush the damp hair from her forehead. Her skin felt clammy beneath my touch. “Kitten, wake up, baby. It’s just a dream.”

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