Page 105 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Angel, Iknowso.”

And somewhere in the middle of it all, something shifted. Her nerves melted into confidence. She arched her back, flicked her hair, dragged her fingers down her own thighs. My sweet, shy Omega turned into a goddamn temptress right in front of me, and I nearly lost my fucking mind.

I snapped one last picture—the way the curve of her ass caught the light, how the heels made her legs look miles long.

Then I set the camera down and abandoned it.

“Are we done?” my Omega asked breathlessly.

“Not even close.”

I stalked toward her, slow and hungry, and those pretty blue eyes widened, pupils blown, glossy pink lips parting with a small, sharp inhale.

“You’re gonna get your car dirty,” she whispered, teasing, half breathless already.

“Absolutely filthy.” I smirked, backing her into the hood, hands sliding up her thighs, loving the feel of all her creamy bare skin beneath my palms.

“You’ll have to wash it again.”

I kissed the mark I left just above her breast, living for the low, needy moan that slipped up her throat. “Worth it.”

My mouth found hers before she could answer, and I showed her—right there on the hood—exactly what she did to me.

epilogue: dimitri

DIMITRI

The zipperon Kit’s suitcase caught halfway around the curve, and she let out a huff of frustration, tugging harder.

“You’re over packing,” I remarked from the doorway, arms crossed as I watched my adorable mate try to wrestle her bag into submission.

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing playfully. “You won’t tell me where we’re going, Dimitri. How exactly am I supposed to pack for a surprise?”

“You could trust me,” I murmured, stepping inside, my voice low enough to make her breath hitch. “You’re good at that.”

Her cheeks went pink, rememberingexactlyhow much she’d had to trust me last night, when I had her tied to my bed, completely at my mercy.

“Idotrust you. I just want to know if I’ll need heels or hiking boots.”

Tommy popped into the room carrying a bag of toiletries. “Hiking Boots. Definitely hiking boots,” he said, then grinnedwhen Kit turned on him, trying to figure out if he was being serious.

“Don’t listen to him,” Marco called from down the hall. “It’s not a hike, but it’s not formal either. It’s… relaxed classy.”

“That’s not a thing,” Kit muttered, unzipping the suitcase again. “Is that like brunch casual? Rooftop chic?”

“It’s asurprise,” I reminded her, moving behind her to slide my hands around her waist, pulling her gently back against my chest. She relaxed into me instinctively, something she always did without thinking. And fuck, if that didn’t make me want to cancel the whole trip just to worship her right here.

“We could’ve just gone to dinner, you know.” Leaning back into me, she rested her head against my shoulder.

I kissed the spot just below her ear, inhaling her scent—that dark ethereal moss and sweet moonflower I loved so damn much. “Dinner isn’t good enough for you.”

“You’re spoiling me,” she whispered, voice teasing but quiet with something tender beneath it.

“Good. You deserve to be spoiled, Kitten.”

Marco sauntered in, holding a pair of sunglasses he’d clearly stolen from Gio’s stash while he was occupied with double checking all our passports downstairs. He eyed the overstuffed suitcase that wouldn’t close. “She still doesn’t know what to pack?”

“I’m right here,” Kit groused, raising a brow. “You all act like I’m invisible when I’m confused.”

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