Page 67 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

KITANIA

I woke to the gentle rhythm of Dimitri’s breathing, his chest rising and falling against my back. Warmth enveloped me, a cocoon of safety I hadn’t experienced before. It had been a long time since I’d gotten a stretch of sleep uninterrupted by nightmares, and it was all thanks to the handsome Alpha who was currently the ‘big spoon.’

I had never slept in the same bed with a man, but I was already addicted and unsure how I’d manage sleeping alone after this.

I blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

Instinctively, I wiggled back, pressing closer to Dimitri’s solid form. That’s when I felt it—the unmistakable hardness against my ass. My breath caught in my throat as his large hand grasped my hip to still my movements.

A low, rumbly sound vibrated through his chest—a cross between a growl and a purr. The noise sent heat spiraling through me before settling deep into my core. I bit my lip, hesitating for just a moment before daring to press more heavily against him.

Dimitri’s hips twitched forward, and mine reactively pushed back. We fell into a slow, tantalizing rhythm, rocking against each other. My pulse hammered in my throat as arousal flooded through me, leaving me aching and soaked.

His hand curved around my hip, fingers splaying across my lower belly possessively. I arched against him, my breathing growing heavy, each pant on the verge of melting into a moan.

I wanted more. So,somuch more.

“Dimitri…” I begged airily, and his purr grew louder.

Finally, blessedly, he dipped between my legs and cupped my pussy. The solid, possessive touch was nearly my undoing as the heat of his palm seared through the thin fabric of my panties. I gasped as he bucked roughly, grinding his hardness against my ass.

His fingers found my clit, circling it perfectly. Teasingly. Adding just the right amount of pressure. I knew he could feel how wet I was as I canted into each caress, brushing his cock with every movement.

Heat spiraled through me, my core tightening. And yet, he never sped up. His pace remained rhythmic and controlled, driving me mad as he drove me higher. White hot bliss consumed me, and my pussy spasmed.

That was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, sudden and intense. I twisted my head, burying my face in the pillow to muffle my cries.

Dimitri’s cock seemed to grow, the knot at the base swelling as his sandalwood and honey scent thickened in the air. Behindme, he grunted, his hips jerking erratically as he found his own release.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, his palm rubbing over my pussy, making me gasp all over again.

I lay there, trembling and tingling all over, as Dimitri’s hot breath fanned across my neck. His hand disappeared for a moment, and then it was back, pushing into my panties without hesitation. His fingers were slippery with what I immediately knew was his cum.

That same growling purr rumbled from his chest, vibrating through me as he mixed his release with my slick. Circling my entrance, he teased me, and then he was right there, thrusting those deft fingers back inside. I had the span of a heartbeat to adjust, and then he was plunging them in and out, nice and slow. Already sensitive from my first orgasm of the day, it didn’t take long before I was at the edge all over again.

As if he could sense it, he stopped, removing his hand altogether. The whine that filled the room was needy and desperate.

Dimitri chuckled, the sound so full of satisfaction it made the Omega in me preen.

“I think I like you slick, aching, and begging for me,” he rumbled. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m not nearly done with you.”

His fingers returned, having scooped up more of his release. There was no pretense this time as he shoved them back inside, fucking his cum into me hard and fast. The wet sounds seemed obscenely loud in the early morning quiet. My muscles locked up one by one, eyes rolling as pleasure built rapidly.

“Oh, God!”

He curled his fingers just right, massaging a spot along my inner wall that made the world go bright and glittery. My pussy fluttered, and coupled with the pressure and friction of his palm against my clit, I couldn’t hold on.

“That’s it, Kitten,” Dimitri’s voice was rough like gravel, a low, almost constant growl. “Sing for me.”

Those words sent me soaring. I came again, harder this time, clenching around his fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

I lay there, panting and stunned, my mind reeling from what had just happened. My body hummed with residual pleasure, lazy and languid.

Dimitri’s lips brushed my ear, his deep, rough command sending shivers down my spine. “You’re allowed to clean up, but don’t you dare go near this pussy. I want to know you’ve got my seed on this sweet little cunt every time I look at you today.”

With that, he licked a stripe up my neck and nipped at my earlobe. Then his fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty. Before I could turn to face him, the mattress shifted, and I heard the door open, then close behind him.

twenty-six

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