Page 96 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“Is that so?” she teased.

“It is.” My smirk dimmed slightly, and I swallowed, wondering if Kit would change her opinion of me if I admitted the rest. “But it’s always been more than that.”

Kitania’s head tilted, studying me with genuine interest. “What do you mean?”

I hesitated, worried she’d think I was defective if she knew. But something about the way she looked at me, the openness and warmth in her gaze, made me want to lay my shit bare.

“I’ve struggled with ADHD my whole life,” I confessed. I couldn’t look at her if I had any hope of getting this out. I focused on a random point in the distance. “It’s like there’s this constant buzz under my skin, this restless energy that never quite goes away. It’s hard to think sometimes. Hard to focus. But when I’m working on an engine, taking it apart and putting it back together, everything else fades into the background. It’s soothing, in a way. The mechanics of it, knowing how to fix what’s broken. I have the same feeling whenever I’m on a bike or behind the wheel.”

I shrugged, a little self-conscious as I tried to gauge her reaction. To my surprise, there was no pity or judgment. Only a gentle understanding that shook me.

Kit took my hand, her smaller fingers threaded through my larger ones, giving them a compassionate squeeze. “I think it’s amazing that you’ve found something that helps you focus and feel calm,” she said softly. “Everyone needs an outlet, a way to cope with the challenges that make life hard. There’s no shame in that, Marco. And there’s nothing wrong with you either. Sometimes, people’s brains just work differently. But now that I know, maybe I can help to make things easier on you.”

I squeezed her hand back, marveling at this woman’s capacity to blow me away. Never in my wildest dreams had I expected someone to embrace my eccentricities with such an easy-going acceptance.

In our world, it always felt as though Alphas had to be perfect. I’d worried that if I ever found my Omega, she’d find me lacking in some way. For years, I’d stressed about what would happen if she didn’t understand the things I struggled with. Like starting projects that I never got around to finishing, sittingstill, or fucking focusing long enough to do simple tasks, such as cleaning clutter off the counters or making it through a full laundry cycle without forgetting my shit in the dryer.

Or worse… What if she preferred not to have children with me because she worried about passing down my brand of neurodivergence?

My oldest fear was that an Omega would choose my brothers and want nothing to do with me.

Meeting Kitania, however, had changed all of that.

This incredible woman was a fucking dream. She was beautiful from the inside out and so damn sweet it would give you cavities.

There was no resisting her innocent charm, but it was the way she saw past surface level to the heart of who my brothers and I were. She accepted our strengths and weaknesses, balancing us out. Somehow, she effortlessly fit with each of us, giving us exactly what we needed, though we were vastly different men. I was in awe of her. Completely fucking smitten.

“Goddamn, Angel.”

I tugged her close, easily lifting her until she was straddling my lap while I straddled the bike, feet planted to keep us steady.

“You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Kit’s arms wound around my neck, and her fingers delved into my hair. Tingles erupted over my scalp, and I released a groan.

The fabric of her dress rode up her thighs, and my hands went straight to her ass, landing on soft, bare skin.

My Omega blushed when I traced the edge of her thong, toying with where it disappeared between her cheeks.

Fuck, that was hot.

Kit’s breath hitched, her pupils dilating as she gazed down at me. The scent of her arousal hit me with the force of a freight train, making my head spin.

“Marco,” she breathed.

My name on her lips was like a siren’s call. I couldn’t resist capturing her mouth with mine, swallowing her soft gasp as I pulled her flush against me. The kiss was hungry and desperate, all the pent-up desire and worry from the night pouring out as I tasted her.

Kit responded with equal fervor, her fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully as she pressed herself closer. The heat of her core against my rapidly hardening cock had me groaning into her mouth. I rocked my hips up, seeking more friction, more of her.

“Goddamn,” I panted as we broke apart for air. “You drive me crazy.”

Her eyes were dark with desire, cheeks flushed. “You too,” she whispered. “I can’t... I can’t think straight when you touch me like this.”

I smirked, running my hands up her sides, taking her dress with me. The heat of her body against mine was intoxicating.

Kit shivered, her breathing coming in quick little pants that made my cock throb.

“Good,” I growled, nipping at her lower lip. “I don’t want you thinking about anything but how incredible I’m about to make you feel.”

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