Page 43 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Fuck, Kitten.” He clamped his teeth down harder, not enough to break the skin but enough to bruise. To mark me, at least in some small way. “Soon, my little Omega. So goddamn soon.”

“Oh, God, D,” I gasped. “I’m so close!”

His fingers slowed, drawing deliberate circles that kept me suspended in pleasure without letting me tip over. “Not until I say so. I want you high on my scent, your slick dripping all over my knot, your pussy gripping me so hard I can barely fuck you properly. Then and only then will I let you come all over my cock.”

God.My mate’s words, his scent, his touch—it was all too much and not enough. My body wound tighter, struggling against his command not to come, but desperate to please him at the same time. I’d never felt so completely owned, so utterly possessed, and I loved every second of it.

“That’s it,” he praised as I shuddered, fighting my own pleasure. “My good girl.”

His hips rolled beneath me, each thrust measured and deliberate. I wound my arms up and around his neck, holding on as I watched the city pass beneath us through half-lidded eyes, caught between the spectacular view outside and the overwhelming sensations inside.

“I can’t—” I gasped, my voice breaking as his fingers picked up their pace against my clit. “D, please!”

With a growl, his restraint snapped. Holding onto my hips, he fucked me hard and fast, losing the carefully containedrhythm he’d had before. The man beneath me was wild and untamed, an Alpha on the edge of a rut.

“Now,” he growled against my ear, his voice darker than I’d ever heard it. “Come for me, Kitten.”

My orgasm crashed through me with a ferocity that had me crying out. His hand moved from my stomach to cover my mouth, muffling the sounds I couldn’t hold back as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I shuddered against him, my inner walls clenching around his length, triggering his own release.

I felt rather than heard his groan, the vibration of it against my back as he buried his face in my neck. His knot teased at my entrance, thick and swollen, and I begged him for it, murmuring nonsensically about how much I needed to feel the stretch, to be claimed by him. Dimitri didn’t disappoint. Pulling my hips down to meet his powerful thrust, he pressed inside, making me cry out. His knot was so thick, it hit every incredible spot inside of me, sending me tumbling into another orgasm.

Dimitri held me tight against him as he came, his cock throbbing inside me, filling me to the brim.

“That’s it, Kitten. Squeeze my knot. Milk my cock for every last drop,” he panted against my ear, his breath hot on my skin.

His hips gave one final jerk before stilling. For several heartbeats, we remained frozen, joined as intimately as two people could be while he pressed kisses along my neck and jawline.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my ear, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “So perfect for me.”

My fingers played through the short hair at his nape while I melted back against him, boneless and satisfied, my body still occasionally shuddering with aftershocks. I shivered as his hands stroked up and down my sides, soothing and possessive. We stayed connected for a long time, savoring the intimacy.

Eventually, the helicopter circled to land, and I tensed.

D immediately purred for me. “Don’t worry, Kitten. I can have Hayes keep us in the air until we’re ready.”

Thankfully, a few minutes later, his knot subsided enough for him to slip free. I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty without him inside me, and yet I was grateful we had just enough time to clean ourselves up before the helicopter descended. Dimitri rearranged my skirt and settled me back into my own seat, buckling me in before securing himself.

“Are we still sightseeing?” I asked, trying to sound innocent despite my breathlessness and the tremors in my thighs. I didn’t recognize anything beyond the window.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you? I have other plans for us this afternoon.” I turned to find Dimitri watching me with a mixture of smugness and genuine affection. “We’re going to explore a vineyard and taste some wine before ending our evening with dinner and a return flight home.”

I couldn’t help the airy laugh that escaped me. How was this even my life? “You can distract me anytime if it’s going to be like this.”

The helicopter touched down with a gentle bump, the rotors beginning to slow as the pilot went through his shutdown procedures. Dimitri’s hand found mine, squeezing gently before he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear one last time before we had to disembark.

“I promise you more distractions, my little Omega,” he murmured, his voice low and full of wicked promise. “More adventures. More experiences. More romance. More ofme. Anytime you want.”

seventeen

TOMMAS

The scentof melted cheese and pepperoni hung in the air, mixing with the faint traces of Dimitri’s sandalwood, Marco’s leather, Gio’s earth, and Kit’s ethereal moss. I sank deeper into the couch, nursing my beer as I watched my Omega curl up between Dimitri and Marco, her head resting lightly against Marco’s shoulder. Dark hair spilled across his chest like ink, and for once, Kit looked completely at peace. No nightmares. No panic attacks. No moments where we’d catch her staring into nothing, that haunted look in her eyes that made my chest ache. Tonight was just about making her feel normal.

“Gimme another slice,” Kit demanded, her fingers making grabby motions toward the coffee table. Her voice carried that soft lilt that had become music to my ears.

Marco snorted, reaching for the box. “Jesus, woman. Where the hell do you put it all? You’re like half my size.”

“Believe it or not, pizza nights were a rarity growing up. I’m making up for lost time,” she teased, snatching her fifth piecelike an adorable little gremlin and humming happily as she took a bite.

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