Page 20 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Your shoulder!”

“I’m fine, Dolcezza. Nearly good as new. Trust me to know my own limits.”

“But—”

He silenced me with another kiss as one of his massive hands cupped my ass, supporting my weight effortlessly. The other tangled in my hair, fingers tightening just enough to send a delicious wave of goosebumps racing over my skin. He took control, angling me right where he wanted me while he devoured me, drawing needy little whines from my throat.

Fuck, yes!

“Is this what you need?” he asked in a rumble I felt more than heard.

I nodded, beyond words.

His mouth crashed to mine once more, stealing my breath with a kiss that was all hunger and need and desperation. His tongue swept past my lips, claiming me, tasting me, making me forget everything but this moment. I moaned, and he swallowed the sound.

I rocked against him instinctively, seeking friction, needing relief from the ache building between my thighs. The hard length of him pressed against my core, and even through layers of clothing, the contact sent sparks of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I gasped when we broke apart for air. “This is what I need. You. Just you.”

Eyes dark, pupils blown wide, he gazed up at me. The raw want I saw there made me feel powerful, desirable—made me feel like more than the broken, traumatized woman who’d been running her heart out, going nowhere, on a treadmill.

“Where?” he asked, already moving, carrying me as if I weighed nothing.

I tightened my legs around him, pressing myself closer, chasing the bliss. “Doesn’t matter. Here. Anywhere.”

My Alpha growled, the sound reverberating through his chest and straight into mine. His lips found my neck, teeth grazing over my pulse point, and I tilted my head back, giving him better access, yearning, so damn badly, for his bite. Theslight scrape of stubble had my nipples pebbling and my clit throbbing. My perfume spilled into the air, billowing around us.

“My Omega,” he growled against my throat, and the possessiveness made me shudder.

My fingers slid up to cradle his face, bringing his mouth back to mine. This kiss was slower, deeper, but no less intense. I couldtastehis scent, could feel his need.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. Just more. More of him. More of this feeling that drove away the darkness. More of the heat that burned away the cold memories. “Make me forget everything but you.”

In his gaze, I saw understanding—he knew exactly what I needed, what I was asking for. Not just physical release, but oblivion. A reprieve from life, to get lost in this moment.

With a solid grip on my ass, his other hand dropped to my thigh, his thumb easily dipping between my legs and making its way straight to my clit.

“Hold on tight, Sweetness,” he warned, voice warm with promise. “Because I’m going to make you forget your own name.”

nine

KITANIA

Flinching,I made my way around the spot where I’d shot Vincent. It wasn’t an intentional detour; it never was. But the muscles in my body remembered tensing as I instinctively avoided that section of the floor.

I may not have the same physical wounds my mates were healing from, but I hadn’t gotten out unscathed. My scars were invisible, lurking beneath the surface, flaring up whenever I let my guard down.

The memory of that night lurked everywhere, but it was strongest there, in that spot. I avoided it like the plague.

Tommy sat on the couch, watching, his eyes following my path, probably taking in my pinched expression. I couldn’t help feeling sheepish. The floor had been cleaned. In fact, the entire penthouse had been scrubbed from floor to ceiling, leaving no physical evidence of the firefight that had taken place. The bullets embedded in the drywall had even been removed, the holes patched, the paint touched up. It was like it had neverhappened, and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to walk down the hallway without leaving a wide berth around that area.

I padded into the living room, tucking my long hair behind my ear. He patted the spot beside him on the couch, and I settled next to him, smiling when he pulled me into his arms.

“Hey, Butterfly,” he murmured as I snuggled up against his uninjured side, breathing in the subtle blend of lime, wild mint, and coconut rum that made up his scent. It was so fresh. So soothing.

“Hi, yourself.” My fingers toyed with his shirt. “Whatchya reading?” I reached for the book he’d set on the coffee table, noting his bookmark was toward the front.

“Just some mystery novel Gio recommended.” Tommy’s voice held that playful lilt I loved. “Not my usual genre, but it’s something to pass the time while I’m on mandatory bed rest.”

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