Page 97 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

I captured her mouth again, swallowing her whimper as I ground my hips up against her. The friction was maddening, not nearly enough, but so fucking good at the same time. She rocked against me, chasing that feeling, and I groaned at the sensation.

My hands found her breasts, kneading them gently through her dress. When I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, Kit broke the kiss with a gasp, throwing her head back, face tilted toward the stars.

I took advantage of her exposed neck, trailing kisses and little bites along the column of her throat. Her pulse raced under my lips, and the sweet scent of her perfume grew stronger.

“Marco,” she cried, her nails digging crescents into my skin. “Please...”

That breathy plea nearly undid me. I captured her mouth again in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as my hands roamed her body. One went to her hip, my thumb perfectly positioned to rub circles over her clit. The only thing separating us was the thin layer of damp lace.

“You’re so wet for me already,” I murmured against her neck, nipping at the crux of her shoulder.

She gasped, grinding against my fingers, trying to get them exactly where she wanted them.

A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as I teased her a little longer, then gave her what she so desperately craved.

She gave me the sweetest keen. “More! Oh, God… Please! More!”

I couldn’t resist those sweet fucking pleas.

Capturing her lips again, I kissed her deeply as I pushed her panties aside. My fingers found her slick entrance, and we both moaned as I plunged two inside.

“So fucking perfect,” I growled. “So goddamn slick. Is this all for me?” I coaxed as I pumped my fingers, stretching her, learning her body and memorizing what she liked best. Like the way I curled my fingers and added pressure to that sweet spot on her upper wall.

Any remaining blood in my body rushed straight to my dick, my knot already throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

Kit moaned, arching into me, taking everything I gave her and begging for more. “Please, Marco. I need...”

“What do you need, Angel?” I asked, nipping at her collarbone. “Tell me.”

“You,” she breathed.

thirty-six

KITANIA

“I need you inside me, Marco.”I’d never been so sure about something in my entire life.

He groaned, dropping his head to the crux of my neck and inhaling deeply. “Tempting me to sin, Angel?”

“Nothing that feels this good could ever be wrong.”

Everything with my mates differed from my past experiences, and I was quickly becoming addicted to this new pleasure I’d unlocked. Being on top, asking for sex, knowing these men would stop if I uttered something that even vaguely resembled the word ‘no’, gave me such a sense of control and confidence. Each time they touched me, I reclaimed a piece of myself that had been stolen. I wasn’t scared in their arms, and I wanted, more than anything, to have these moments with them, to grow closer, to embrace being their Omega in every way possible.

We hadn’t talked about claiming bites and bonding yet, but I thought about it constantly. These men had become such a part of my life, I couldn’t imagine being without them now.

ButGod,was it terrifying, standing at that precipice, hoping that if I took the leap, everything would be okay.

Leaning in, I kissed Marco, putting every vulnerable thing I felt behind it. He hummed under my lips, devouring me in equal measure. I was half delirious from the way his fingers moved inside me. The slow, curling drag before he thrust them back in, driving me mad. My entire body tingled, feeling sparkly and light.

“You deserve to be laid out on rose petals across my bed. Not fucked hard, fast, and dirty on the back of my bike.”

Dear baby Jesus!

A bolt of electricity zinged through me, adding to that effervescent feeling and making my pussy clench around his fingers.

But he was right. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought about having sex outside, where anyone could happen by, let alone on a motorcycle. And yet, everything about this moment was oddly perfect.

“I don’t care about rose petals,” I promised, surprised by how husky and needy I sounded. “I just want you. Here. Now.”

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