Page 70 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Green,” I breathed. “Always green with you.”

We cleaned up the best we could, and D rolled us to the side, wrapping himself around me. He kissed the spot behind my ear and tucked me tighter against him.

But beneath the warmth of his arms and the steady thud of his heart against my back…

I still ached.

Not just for more.

For the bite. For the bond. For the rest of my forever.

twenty-seven

KITANIA

It wasn’tlong until my body thrummed with deepening hunger—but this time; it was more than the hot, mindless need that had devoured me at the start of my heat. It wasn’t that frantic edge that came after, either—that primal craving to be filled, knotted, and bred.

The shift was subtle. A breath. A heartbeat. Then clarity.

The haze retreated, and in its place was a choice.Mychoice.

Now was the time to take them as my mates in every way possible… or walk away.

It wasn’t a decision I had to think through. It was instinct; as natural as breathing, blinking, reaching for their hands in the dark. These men had been mine from the moment they rescued me. And I’d belonged to them just as fully, just as fiercely, from that moment on.

I wanted all of them. Inside me. Around me. Claiming me. I wanted to be theirs—for good. For always.

They felt it—the shift. The importance of this moment, and together, they answered the call.

The nest dipped beneath their weight as they closed in—silent and certain, like gravity itself had tilted in my direction.

Giovanni reached me first, cupping my jaw and kissing me like I was his oxygen. No hesitation. Just need. Just love. Tommy took my hand, threading our fingers together and brushing a sweet kiss along my knuckles. Marco trailed exploring fingers down my thigh, grinning like he already knew how good this was going to feel. And Dimitri... he stayed on the fringes, eyes burning as he watched it all unfold.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice ragged with need. “I want all of you. Together.”

Something dark and hungry flashed in Dimitri’s gaze. “You’re sure, little Omega? Once we bond, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I said, arching into Giovanni’s touch as his hands traveled down my sides. “If you’ll have me.”

Four growls filled the nest.

Marco gripped my chin, turning my face toward his. “Is that even a question? Of course we’ll have you. You’ve been ours since the day we first saw you, Angel.”

“All I’ve fuckin’ wanted was to make this official, Butterfly,” Tommy added.

I looked at Giovanni next. “Trust me, Dolcezza. You’ve been mine all along. No bite’s going to change that.”

Then Dimitri cocked his finger, silently commanding me forward. I crawled to him on my hands and knees, heart pounding as I knelt before him. When I looked up into the swirling dark of his eyes, I saw it. The claim. The certainty. I was already his—and he was never letting go.

Which worked out just fine. I didn’t want to be let go. I wanted to be caught. Captured. Claimed.

“You ready for my teeth in this pretty neck, Kitten?” he rasped, all velvet and smoke. “You want me to bite you? Make you come while I make you mine?”

“Y-Yes.” It barely made it past my lips, more a breath than a sound. But it was true. I needed it. Them.The picture he painted had lodged itself in my soul, lighting me up from the inside out. “I don’t want to take turns. I don’t want to wait. I want to feel all of you.Claiming me at once.”

Another collective growl rumbled through the nest. The air thickened with Alpha pheromones—rich, heady, intoxicating. My body responded instantly, slick pooling between my thighs, my pulse hammering as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

Giovanni moved first. His hands gripped my waist, firm and possessive, as he pulled me flush against his chest. “You want us all at once, Sweetness?” His breath ghosted over my ear, warm and sinful, sending a cascade of shivers down my spine. “Think that sweet little body can handle it?”

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