Page 73 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

And then Gio struck.

His teeth sank into the curve of my shoulder, right where my neck met muscle. The pain was quick, a sharp flare, but what followed stole the air from my lungs.

The bond snapped into place like a sunburst, a rush of golden heat and light flooding my chest, my soul, my mind. Ifelthim.His pleasure. His awe. His heart. The depth of his love. His fierce protectiveness, his possessiveness, his unshakable need to keep me safe and cherished andhis.

I stretched, finding a spot on the side of his throat just above where his tattoos ended, where I’d always be able to see my mark. I bit down hard, tasting the salt of his skin, the copper tang of blood, leaving behind a rounded mark that would scar and stay with him forever.

Gio’s whole body shuddered as the bond completed itself, his groan vibrating through us both.

“Kitania.” The look in his eyes said it all—pure awe, like he couldn’t believe this was real. Like I’d just re-shaped his entire world.

Dimitri’s rhythm faltered as he watched the exchange, his breathing ragged against my neck.

“Mine next,” he growled, his thrusts turning savage, desperate. His knot swelled fast, locking us together with a sudden jolt, my ass clenching around him, milking every inch. He let out a feral growl and came hard, cock pulsing deep, heat spilling into me in thick, endless waves. With a final thrust, he buried his face in the curve of my neck and bit down.

The second bond hit me with the force of lightning, an electric shockwave of power. Where Giovanni’s had been warm devotion, Dimitri’s was fierce possession, dark adoration that burned through me like molten fire. I saw flashes of him—his control, his darkness, the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking. And beneath all that? A fierce, unshakable love that stole my breath.

I reached back blindly, arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. I arched back and sank my teeth into his throat, high enough that it would be seen above the collars of his infamous button-downs. He groaned like he was dying for it, his cock twitching inside me as my bond hit him.

“Fuck, Kitten,” he breathed, my pet name heavy with more emotion than I’d ever heard from him. “Ifeelyou.”

I kissed his scruff-covered cheek. “I feel you too.”

My hand had stilled on Tommy, but his groan brought me back to the present, and with a final kiss, Dimitri murmured in my ear. “Go on—milk him with that pretty fist. Finish what you started, my little Omega.”

Tommy’s breath stuttered as I resumed stroking, slow at first, then with more intent. His cock was hot and heavy in my grip, slick at the tip and leaking for me. He groaned low in his throat, like the sound was being torn out of him, his hand coming up to cradle the side of my face.

“That’s it, Butterfly,” he rasped, hips bucking gently. “Just like that. So fuckin’ good… you always know how to touch me.”

His eyes were blown wide and glassy, the green nearly nonexistent. I curled my fingers tighter, picked up the pace. His chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, his abdomen rippling as I brought him closer and closer.

“Gonna come for you,” he rasped. “Fuuuuuck. I’m so close.”

I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “Do it, Tommy. Come apart for me. Bite me. Make it real.”

He didn’t hold back.

With a choked curse, he surged up and sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me with an edge of wildness. His cock jerked in my hand, thick spurts of cum painting my belly as he groaned into my mouth.

Then, while his orgasm still pulsed through him, he broke the kiss, lifted my wrist, and struck.

His teeth sank into the delicate flesh just below my palm, deep enough to hurt, deep enough to brand. Pleasure collided with pain, and it wrecked me—I came again, clenching down around Gio, making him grunt as my pussy spasmed.

I cried out as my third bond flared to life.

Bright. Fierce. Golden.

I felt Tommy everywhere—his joy, his adoration, the way he’d given himself to me. And I gave myself right back.

I twisted his wrist gently in my grip and bit down, marking him in return. His moan was broken, full of feeling, as the bond snapped tight.

Tommy cradled my wrist in his hand like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched, lips brushing the fresh mark with a kind of reverence that made my throat tighten.

He looked absolutely awe-struck as he whispered, “Mine.”

I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to lose the feeling of being wrapped up in this moment with him—but the ache hadn’t gone. Not completely. The bonds helped, softened the sharpness, but that last thread of heat still burrowed low in my belly.

And Marco felt it.

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