Page 64 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

And then there were no more words.

His mouth crashed into mine.

There was nothing gentle about it—no careful testing of boundaries, no slow build. His lips were hot and demanding,tongue sweeping into my mouth like he had every right to be there. I melted into him, hands fisting in his wet hair as he pressed me back against the cool tile wall. His chest heaved against mine, water pouring between us, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was him. His mouth. His hands. His cock.

The way he tasted like heat and hunger and home.

He broke the kiss with a low growl, his breath ragged.

“Turn around.” The command was quiet and certain, like a switch had flipped and all that was left was instinct and control. This was Tommy—the Alpha—here to play, to please, topossess. “Hands on the wall, Butterfly.”

I obeyed without question, pressing my palms flat against the cool tile. My legs trembled. My nipples brushed the slick surface. My body was already trembling with need, but the second I felt him step in behind me, my breath caught.

His hand slid around my hip and dipped between my thighs, fingers parting me with practiced ease. His other hand came up to grip my waist, anchoring me in place.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasped. “Absolutelydripping. Is this all for me, pretty girl?”

I whimpered, nodding, hips pushing back instinctively.

He circled my clit with the tip of his finger—slow and steady and maddeningly light. My hips jerked at the contact, but he held me firm, murmuring something low I couldn’t quite make out over the pounding of my pulse and the sound of the water. His free hand moved to my stomach, palm splayed wide and possessive. He leaned in close, hard chest pressed to my back, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Feel that?” he whispered, dragging that same teasing fingertip down, barely dipping inside me before sliding back up. “This sweet little pussy’s begging, and we haven’t even started.”

His touch was slow, unhurried,savoring. Every pass of his fingers sent another pulse of heat crashing through me, a steady drag of friction that left me dizzy.

My moan echoed against the tile, high and helpless, as his thumb teased my clit in slow, deliberate circles. Every nerve felt raw and oversensitive, every pass of his fingers winding me tighter, driving me toward that invisible cliff.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me make it better.”

I felt him shift behind me, and then he was on his knees. The new position gave him the perfect angel and leverage to slide his fingers inside me—two long, talented fingers. The stretch was delicious, and when he stroked into me, curling them just right, I mewled.

He kissed the curve of my ass—slow and hot—his teeth grazing my skin before biting down, just hard enough to make me gasp.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, knees buckling as the sting bloomed into something molten.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, sounding far too pleased with himself. “Pretty sure that’s gonna bruise, Butterfly.”

He paused, then his voice dropped lower—filthier.

“You have no idea how hot it is, knowing you’re wearing my mark. Can’t wait to give you the real one. To sink my teeth into your pretty neck and make you mine. My Omega.”

“Please! Yes! Bite me now!” I was half out of my mind with need.

“Not yet, Butterfly. But soon. So fuckin’ soon.”

And though he didn’t bite me, he did fuck me harder—his fingers thrusting in and out, relentless, coaxing more pleasure from my oversensitive body. He hit that spot inside me with practiced precision, the one that made me see stars every single time.

My pussy fluttered around him, clenching. Greedy. Desperate for more. More stretch. More friction. Just…more.

The wet sounds of my slick, the soft grunt of his breath, the coolness of the water still pouring over us—it was all too much. Too good. My body locked up tight, and thenshattered.

I came hard, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure hit like a wave—hot, staggering, all-consuming. My hands scrambled for purchase against the polished tile, thighs trembling as I fell apart, held steady only by the strength of the man behind me.

The ache eased. The fire dulled—not gone, not even close—but tempered for now.

Tommy rose slowly behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck, his breath ragged against my skin.

“That’s my good Omega.”

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