Page 71 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“Alpha,” I murmured, barely above a whisper.

Gio’s mouth crashed down in a hungry, searing kiss. My toes curled in my tennis shoes and my perfume erupted around us, thick, sweet, and heady.

My heart raced as his tongue swept over mine, his hands gripping my ass possessively. I clung to him, feeling completely consumed by him. But just as quickly as it began, Gio pulled back, panting heavily. His eyes were dark and heated, and I could feel the sheer need rolling off of him in waves.

“Damn it, Kit,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You have no clue what you do to me.”

I couldn’t help but grin at his confession and rock my hips timely. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

He slapped my ass, making me yelp. But the sting of pain only lasted for the span of a heartbeat before it blossomed into delicious heat.

“It’s sexy as hell, knowin’ I’ve got someone who cares about me like that in my corner. Having my Omega watching is just gonna make me fight harder.”

I kissed a tempting little line up his throat and whispered in his ear, “Or you could skip the fight altogether.”

That amused chuckle was back. “Trying to use your sexual wiles to convince me?”

“I have sexual wiles?”

Gio groaned. “Fuck, sweetness. Your innocence kills me.” At that very moment, he lowered me slightly until his cock rocked against my core, hard and insistent.

Oh my God!He washuge.

“Come to my fight and watch me. You’ll see you have nothing to be concerned about.”

Smoothing my hands over his buzz, I bit my lip, considering his proposition while I enjoyed the prickle of his short hair against my palms.

“Okay. But Gio?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m always going to worry,” I whispered, holding onto my courage. “Youbelongto me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to someone trying to hurt what’smine.”

“Aw fuck, sweetness.”

I sealed my claim with a scorching kiss, taking my time to show himexactlyhow I felt without words.

twenty-seven

KITANIA

Sweat drippeddown my brow as I scrubbed the kitchen floor, the scent of lemon cleaner mingling with the lingering aroma of breakfast. My muscles ached with every swipe of the mop, but I didn’t care. I needed to focus on something—anything—other than the yawning silence that filled the penthouse.

It was the first time I’d been totally alone since the guys had rescued me. Usually, at least one of them stayed behind when the others left to handle ‘business’ matters. But this morning, when their father called, things had seemed different. Their faces hardened and their stances tensed as they listened to his voice on the other end of the line—and I knew whatever was going on was bad.Reallybad.

Each of them had pulled me into a tight hug, promising I’d be safe and that they’d be back as soon as possible. Then they were gone, sweeping out the door like a pack of wolves on the hunt.

Leaving me here. Alone and scared, just waiting and praying they’d return unharmed.

My imagination ran wild, conjuring up what kind of danger my Alphas could be facing.

Everything felt too quiet, too still, and the silence pressed in on me, amplifying the gnawing fear in my gut.

I swiped at the tears that watered to life in my eyes, brushing them away and blinking back the rest before they could fall. With a shaky breath, I tried to focus on the task at hand. The monotonous motions of mopping helped me keep my spiraling thoughts from totally consuming me. For now, at least. If I stopped moving, stopped cleaning, I was afraid I would crumble under the anxiety clawing at my insides.

So, I focused on tidying up the lavish penthouse that had become my haven, hoping it would help the time pass quickly. Luckily, there was plenty of work to do. Since unbonded Omegas were hypersensitive to other people’s scents inside their homes and around their mates—a sensitivity that was amplified for scent matches—the guys had paused the cleaning service that usually came twice a week.

Somehow, these men were always five steps ahead, taking care of things before they became potential problems. It was one thing I loved about them, because I’d admit, the idea of other women in my space made my Omega instincts flare possessively. This was my home now, and these weremyAlphas.

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