Page 51 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

I grabbed her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, lined myself up, and slammed back in. She screamed into the pillows, her body jolting with the force of it. The sound went straight to my cock, making me throb inside her.

“Goddamn,” I groaned, watching where our bodies joined, the sight of me disappearing into her over and over again. The knot at the base of my shaft starting to swell. “Look at you. Taking me so fucking good.”

I slapped her ass—once, hard enough to make her jolt. Her cunt clenched around me, and I lost it, teetering on the edge of a full-blown rut. I fucked her raw. Snapped my hips into hers over and over, our bodies slick and writhing. The room filled with the sounds of skin against skin, her muffled cries, my harsh grunts.

I slid my hand around her waist, fingers finding her clit again. Rubbed it fast and tight until she shattered a second time, screaming my name, her cunt spasming around my cock. Her whole body trembled, thighs shaking as she came apart beneath me.

“That’s it, Sweetness,” I growled, not slowing my pace. “Fucking take it. Take all of me.”

I wasn’t far behind. I flipped her again—needed to see her face. Her eyes were hazy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. She looked ruined. She looked perfect. Her hair was a mess around her head, spread across the pillow like a dark halo. I gripped her thighs, pushing them back, opening her wider for me.

I braced myself over her, drove into her deep, grinding against her clit as she cried out again. Her nails dug crescents into my shoulders, her back arching off the bed. She was close again—one orgasm ready to bleed right into the next. I could feel it in the way her body tightened around me, in the flush spreading down her neck to her chest.

“Knot me, Gio! Please! I need it!”

“Fuck, Sweetness!” I slammed deep, thrust hard, giving her what she wanted.

My knot pressed inside, popping into place, locking us together. Her pussy was like a goddamn vise, stretched around me, so fuckin’ full. Every spasm of her walls felt like she was milking me for all I was worth.

Holy fuckin’ goddamn.

And then I came. Buried deep, every muscle locking tight, her name on my lips as I spilled inside her, filling her with jet after jet. My vision blanked, my whole body rocked, locked inside her, breath heaving, heart pounding like I’d just gone ten rounds in the cage.

Kit wrapped her arms around me, legs tangled with mine. Her lips brushed my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, rapid and strong. Mine. My Omega. My mate.

I was so fucking in love with this girl.

Slowly, the haze cleared. I blinked down at her, finding a sleepy smile on her lips. I rolled to the side, dragging her withme, keeping her close. Her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting over my heart. We lay like that for a long time, bodies tangled, breaths slowly syncing.

I stared at the draped fabric along the top of the nest, one hand tracing lazy circles along her back, the other buried in her hair. Her skin was warm against mine, soft. I could feel her pulse slowing, matching mine. This wasn’t just sex. This was something else. Something fucking real.

And nothing—no ghost, no enemy, no piece-of-shit traitor in our ranks—was going to take her from me. Not without going through me first.

I pulled her impossibly closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent. She stirred against me, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice soft and sleepy.

I almost lied. Almost gave her some bullshit about nothing. But this was Kit. My Kit. And I didn’t want to hide shit from her.

“About keeping you safe,” I said, my voice rougher than I expected. “About making sure nothing and no one ever hurts you again.”

Her expression softened, fingers coming up to trace the line of my jaw. “My big, bad protector.”

“Damn straight,” I growled, catching her wrist and pressing a kiss to her palm. “Always. No matter what.”

She settled back against me, fitting herself to my side like she was made to be there. And she fuckin’ was. In the past, I’d never been one for fate or destiny or any of that shit. But finding her—that felt like something more than chance. I’d never understood the gravity of what a scent match was—but now I knew. This woman’s name was carved on my soul before I’d even known she existed.

I held her as her breathing deepened, as sleep claimed her. And in the quiet darkness of our nest, I made a silent promise.

I would burn the fuckin’ world to the ground before I let anyone hurt her again.

twenty

DIMITRI

Alec was the rat.

The truth of it sat like ice in my veins as I watched him kneel before my father, face bruised and bloody, stripped of every ounce of respect he used to command as part of my father’s inner circle. No matter how many times he opened his mouth, trying to spin it, trying to weasel his way out of this mess, the facts remained unmoved. It had been him. His voice feeding Rocco bits and pieces of our movements. His smug face showing up at the fake meet, exactly like we’d predicted he would.

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