Page 59 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“Don’t you dare get shy on me now, sweetness,” he said gruffly. “You were so good for me. Took everything I gave you so beautifully.”

His praise sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, my body still thrumming with want. How was that even possible?

Before I could process the reaction, the front door of the penthouse suddenly burst open. My heart leapt into my throat as Dimitri, Marco, and Tommas strode inside, wearing matching grim expressions.

Raw, unadulterated relief soared through me at seeing them home safe until it dawned on me what they’d just walked in on. I froze, mortified at being caught in such an intimate position on Gio’s lap. Heat flooded my cheeks as I hurriedly tried to disentangle myself and find some semblance of composure. Giomerely tightened his arm around me, not bothering to conceal the evidence of our activities.

“What’s going on?” he demanded, his voice a low roll of thunder.

Dimitri’s nostrils flared as he took in the heavy scent of my perfume that hung in the air. Those chocolate-brown eyes darkened perceptibly when they landed on me, taking in my tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and rumpled clothing. Utterly embarrassed, I wished for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

Instead of making me feel awkward, he offered me a gentle smile and continued into the room as if nothing was amiss. And maybe it wasn’t? This was all new, uncharted territory.

“We found Enzo,” Dimitri informed his brother.

My breath caught in my throat as the weight of his words sank in.

“Alive?” Gio pressed, his fingers finally stilling inside me while he waited for the answer.

Marco sauntered around the couch, his gaze fixated on me. “A little battered and bruised, but nothing some time and tequila won’t fix.”

Gio resumed rhythmically strumming my sensitive flesh, making me gasp and wiggle on his lap.

“G-Gio…” I scolded, unsure if I was trying to stop him or spur him onward. Becausesweet goddess of orgasms, what he was doing to me felt incredible.

Interpreting my plea for himself, his fingers continued their maddening dance, gliding in and out of my pussy effortlessly. He dragged them over every deliciously sensitive spot inside, curling them and adding pressure exactly where I needed it most. I squirmed in his lap, torn between bashfulness at doing this in front of an audience and the sheer bliss his touch was eliciting.

“G-Gio, your brothers….” I protested weakly, even as my hips rolled shamelessly into his palm.

“Don’t stop on our account, Butterfly.” Tommas hopped over the back of the couch and sprawled in his seat, making himself comfortable. “Learning what you’re ‘O’ face looks like is going to be the highlight of my day.”

“Besides, we can all scent just how turned on you are right now. If Gio doesn’t finish the job, I’m gonna have to do it myself.” Marco smirked as he sat on the opposite side of the couch, but at Dimitri’s arched brow, he quickly amended, “With your permission, of course.”

If it was possible to blush harder, I did.

“Let them watch,” Giovanni rumbled against the shell of my ear, and his gravelly tone sent goosebumps down my arms. “You’re ours, and fuck, sweetness, we’re one-thousand percent yours.”

His words ignited a fresh blaze of desire in my core. The idea of being claimed so brazenly, of surrendering so completely in front of these men, should have mortified me. But it only stoked the flames of my arousal higher.

These Alphas are safe, I reminded myself.And they’re yours.There was nothing more sacred than being scent matched. It was practically a red-stamp of commitment. And after years of dreaming of exactly this, I didn’t want to deny myself. This was something that couldn’t be stolen from me.

I was an Omega, and these were my Alphas.

But this moment? This moment was forme, and I was going to claim it for myself.

My focus returned to Gio, and I gave him a slight nod, canting my hips into his talented fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Dimitri moving until he had a direct view of us, leaning against the back of the couch, his gaze transfixed on the pleasure crossing my face.

I bit my lip, trying to strangle the whimper that rose up my throat as Gio’s thumb brushed over my swollen clit, setting off sparks of bliss that radiated through my core. His free hand moved to my ass, kneading it possessively, helping me rock against his thrusting fingers. Widening his thighs, which widened mine, he spread me further, giving himself room to make each plunge deeper.

“Look at her,” Gio demanded, unable to hide his desire behind the rasp of his timbre. “Isn’t she stunning when she’s coming undone for me?”

I shuddered at his words, heat pooling low in my belly. Somehow, the knowledge that they were watching only heightened the sensations coursing through me. Marco’s intense gaze burned into me, while Dimitri watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Tommas simply smiled and bit his lip in that sexy, masculine way, reaching down to adjust himself not so discreetly.

Gio’s fingers picked up their pace, curling and stroking with practiced precision. My breath came in ragged gasps as the coil of tension wound tighter and tighter. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure crested, washing over me in crashing waves that sent me tumbling over the edge once more. I cried out, quivering in my Alpha’s arms as he worked me through the intense climax. His touch never faltered, caressing me gently until the last spasms faded.

I collapsed against him, boneless and trembling. Every nerve ending felt electrified. My skin tingled while the endorphins turned my muscles languid and melty. Gio pressed soft, reverent kisses to my temple, murmuring soothing words as he gentled his touch.

I was vaguely aware of the other brothers watching us, their gazes heavy and hungry, but I only had eyes for Giovanni. He made me feel so cherished, so cared for. After years of lonelinessand rejection, and months of torture and abuse, his tender affection was like a salve on my battered heart.

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