Page 56 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

KITANIA

Tommy didn’t waitfor an invitation. He moved behind me, pressing his chest to my back, his mouth finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. His hands slid around my waist, fingers splaying across my stomach.

“Our perfect Omega,” he murmured against my skin, the words vibrating through me. “So good to us. So fucking perfect.”

His hardness pressed against my lower back, and I reached behind me to touch him through his pants. He guided my hand inside, letting me feel how affected he was.

“Come here, Butterfly,” he urged, his voice tight with need.

Since Gio hadn’t knotted me, I shifted off of him and onto my knees on the bed, facing Tommy.

My playful mate stood before me, green eyes glittering with desire as I helped to free him from his clothes. Unlike the others, Tommy liked to watch—to see my face, to witness my pleasure while he took his own.

Slowly, he reached for my buttons, undoing them one at a time, baring my breasts, enjoying the view as my nipples grew impossibly hard from the cool air that kissed the already tender peaks.

Marco’s presence teased at the edges of my senses. The bed dipped with his weight, and the heat of his body warmed my back before he even touched me.

He helped his brother slide D’s shirt down my shoulders and off, baring me entirely.

“Look at you,” Marco murmured, his timber smooth and sultry. It sent shivers racing down my spine, warm and tingly. His fingers brushed against my back, a gentle pressure that was both grounding and possessive. “So eager to please.”

“What do you think, Marco?” Tommy cocked his head, staring over my head at his brother behind me. “We always were good at sharing.”

Marco chuckled, the sound dark and knowing as he added pressure between my shoulder blades. “Present for me, Angel,” he commanded softly, and I whined because…yes!

Instantly compliant, I let him guide me forward onto my elbows, my chest lowering until my breasts brushed against the cool sheets. My back arched naturally, hips raised, completely exposed to him.

“Good girl,” Marco praised, his hands kneading the flesh of my ass, spreading me open to his gaze. I felt him trace a finger through my folds, collecting the wetness between my thighs and using it to coat his cock.

Meanwhile, I held Tommy’s gaze as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, savoring the sharp hiss of pleasure that escaped him. I hummed around his length, making him gasp and tangle his fingers in my hair—not controlling, just connecting. His cock was heavy on my tongue as he guided me gently, his hips rocking forward in shallow, teasing thrusts.

“Fuck, Kit,” he breathed, his voice strained. “Your mouth... so perfect.”

“Look how good you make him feel, Angel,” Marco rasped, and his palm slid up my spine to rest between my shoulders as he lined himself up. I felt the broad flare of his cock teasing my entrance, popping in and out, teasing me, making my pussy flutter around nothing. It was maddening, and I hummed my complaint since my mouth was blessedly full.

Marco chuckled again while Tommy groaned, his fingers flexing, his hips stuttering in their rhythmic pace.

“Fuck!” Tommy growled.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do.” Marco thrust forward, plunging deep, rocking me between him and his brother.

I didn’t curse often, butholy fuck!

They took me together, driving me to the edge of sanity with each perfect thrust. Marco’s hands gripped my hips with bruising force while Tommy’s cock slid between my lips, the two of them finding a rhythm that had me moaning and shaking between them. The dual sensation of being filled at both ends sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my body trembling with each rocking thrust.

“Look at her take it,” Marco growled, his voice rough with desire. “Made for this, weren’t you, Angel?”

I couldn’t answer, could only moan around Tommy’s length as Marco drove deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Tommy’s hands cupped my face tenderly, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he watched me take him.

“So fucking beautiful,” Tommy murmured, his voice tight with restraint. “The way you look right now... fuck, Kit.”

From where they watched, Dimitri and Gio made appreciative sounds, their eyes never leaving us. The weight of their gazes added another layer to my pleasure, knowing theywere witnessing this, approving of it, getting aroused all over again by it.

The dual sensations were overwhelming, and the harder Marco fucked me, the deeper I took Tommy. He slid into my throat over and over again as I moaned around his length.

Marco’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he set a relentless pace. The sound of skin against skin filling the room alongside our shared breaths and groans. The position left me completely at their mercy, and I surrendered to it willingly, letting go of everything but them and the way they made me feel.

Tommy’s rhythm faltered, his breathing growing erratic. “Kit, I’m close,” he warned, his fingers flexing in my hair.

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