Page 67 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

The words sent a shiver through me, another orgasm building. Marco sensed it, his rhythm becoming more erratic, more wild.

“Come for me again, Angel. One more time.”

His knot swelled fast, and he hissed, slamming deep and locking in place. But he didn’t stop—he kept grinding, rutting into me with desperate little rolls of his hips that pushed us both over the edge. I came again, sharp and sudden, clenching hard around him. He cursed and spilled inside me, hot and thick.

“That’s my Kit,” he panted, rearranging us so I was more comfortable, lying against his chest amid the soft blankets of the nest. His hand smoothed up and down my spine as we both focused on catching our breath. “My beautiful girl.”

I traced his colorful tattoos while he held me, and when the pressure eased, he kissed me tenderly and rolled away so one of his brothers could take his place. That all too familiar ache returned in an instant. Just a pang. A yellow flag warning me that the pain would get worse if I didn’t have one of my Alphas again soon.

At this point in my heat, I needed to be filled almost constantly.

Giovanni appeared at my side and pulled me into his lap. Soft, firm lips captured mine, kissing me slow and deep. “How are you doing, Dolcezza?”

I melted against his inked chest, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. “Better now that you’re here,” I whispered against his mouth.

His eyes darkened, and he brushed the hair from my face with gentle fingers. “You’re still burning up. Let me help you.”

He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me so I straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the plush bedding on either side of his powerful thighs. His hands skimmed up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.

“You’re stunning, Kitania,” he murmured, eyes taking in every inch of my flushed skin. “All mine. All ours.”

I shivered at his words, at that possessiveness that I lived for. My body responded instantly, another wave of slick coating my thighs.

I sank down onto him slowly, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. The fullness made me gasp, my head falling back as I adjusted to the delicious intrusion. Giovanni’s hands guided my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me whimpering.

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed, dark eyes fixed on mine. “You’re so beautiful like this. Taking me so deep.”

His fingers tightened while I rocked on his cock, setting my pace while his mouth trailed down my throat. He was so big, so thick, that even though I was dripping wet, it still took me time to take all of him. He filled me perfectly, fucked me thoroughly from beneath, every thrust upward measured, controlled. But it was his words that undid me. That voice. That filth.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty when you break for me. That’s it, baby. Take every inch.”

His knot swelled slowly, and I ground down, taking it, needing it. He helped guide me, pulling me down—giving me what I wanted—only to pop out again with a wicked grin. Teasing. Denying. His knot wasn’t fully swollen, and he knew it.

I whined, fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate for the stretch, for the lock. For him.

With a chuckle, he repeated the process, driving me crazy. Driving mehigher. Every time his knot pressed against that sweet spot inside me—grinding, rubbing, filling—a deep,devastating pleasure rolled through me. My pussy clenched and fluttered, the bliss almost too much to bear. Trembles built in my thighs as I held on for dear life while he tortured me with that expanding bulb until it was too big to slide out anymore.

With a powerful thrust and a yank on my hips, he locked us together. The pressure was as exquisite as it was overwhelming. I came with a cry, my pussy milking him for all he was worth.

A sexy rumble vibrated through his chest as he came hard, his cock swelling even thicker as it pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with heat.

Only when the spasms stopped did he lay down, letting me sprawl across his chest, panting, spent, and euphoric—at least, for the moment.

Soft fur tickled my skin as he pulled my favorite fluffy blanket over my back, his warmth cocooning me. Between that and the slow throb of overstimulated satisfaction, I let myself drift. Just a few minutes of quiet in the middle of a hot, dirty marathon.

I didn’t know how long I slept before the heat was back, trying to sizzle me from the inside out while my lower abdomen cramped. If it wasn’t for the dangerously sexy Alpha stalking toward me like sin incarnate, I might’ve curled into a ball and sobbed.

But Dimitri was there, those dark eyes drinking me in, prowling closer with predatory grace, all power and controlled strength. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he stole me from his brother’s arms, crawling over me, and caging me with his body. His scent—smooth sandalwood and sun-kissed honey—surrounded me, making my head swim.

“I’ve been waiting,” he rumbled, voice deeper and more Alpha than I’d ever heard it. “Watching my brothers take care of you. Watching you come apart for them.” His large hand cupped my face, thumb brushing across my bottom lip before dippingit inside for me to suck on. “But you need something else now, don’t you?”

I nodded frantically. His eyes held mine, and the restraint in them nearly undid me. Ineededhim to break. To come undone with me.

His expression tightened, desire warring with control. He exhaled, jaw ticking, and leaned in to kiss me.

It started softly. A brush of lips. A slow inhale.

Then it deepened. Darkened.

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