Page 57 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

I hummed encouragement, taking him deeper, using my tongue to trace every sensitive inch of him.

I lost myself in the rhythm, in the heady power of giving him this pleasure. When his breathing quickened, thighs tensing, I doubled my efforts until he came with a shudder and my name on his lips.

“Ah, Butterfly,” he groaned as I drank him down, sucking eagerly, wanting more of his fresh lime and rum flavor flowing over my tongue. Spent, Tommy slipped free, praising me even as his legs gave out and he dropped to his knees. Unafraid of tasting himself on my lips, he leaned in and devoured my mouth. “Fuck, Kit. That was an otherworldly experience.”

“You’re tellin’ me. She’s so damn good at that,” D praised.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, taking care of them,” Marco rasped, still buried to the hilt, fucking me slow and deep. “Now, let me take care of you.”

His touch was lighter, teasing. He knew exactly how to wind me up, his arm wrapping around my hip, fingers dancing over my clit, lips grazing over the back of my neck, making me tremble. Every piston of his cock drove me higher, hitting thatspot inside me that made me see stars. He purposefully kept the angle, driving me mad.

I couldn’t hold on, spiralling hard and fast. My thighs shook and my pussy pulsed as I neared the inevitable cliff.

“Fuck, Angel. Squeezin’ me so damn tight. You gonna come for me?”

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

“That’s a good girl. Come for me, Kit.”

The command, the growl, the dirty talk… I squealed as my release crashed into me so fast, my head spun.

With a curse, Marcorutted, picking up his pace and fucking me hard, fast, and wild. His large hands gripped my waist, rocking me back into his thrusts. The untamed snap of his hips drew out my orgasm, making it last as he pounded against my g-spot.

“You gonna make me come, Angel? Gonna be a good little Omega and take all my cum? Gonna milk my cock until I’m bone fuckin’ dry?”

“Oh. My. God!” I cried, fists clenching the sheets as my eyes rolled back into my head.

My pussy squeezed harder than ever at his filthy words, and my orgasm ripped through me with new intensity.

Marco cursed, thenroared.

His release barreled into him, and his knot swelled as he slammed it into me. I keened, screaming his name as he filled me with spurt after spurt, all the while continuing to rock, to thrust, tofuck, his knot rubbing against every delicious spot inside my pussy. I rolled from one orgasm to the next

Or maybe the first one never truly ended.

Either way, I was in pure, utter bliss. Panting, I finally collapsed to the bed, totally spent. Marco sprawled over my back, then carefully rolled us to the side, spooning me so he didn’t crush me into the mattress.

The others, dressed back in boxers, joined us, settling around me, my protective pack. We were a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin cooling in the air. I lay in the center, Marco behind me, Dimitri in front of me, with Gio and Tommy book-ending them. Their scents surrounded me—sandalwood and honey, earth and iron, mint and lime, leather and musk—creating a cocoon that settled every atom of my being.

As my breathing slowed and my pulse settled, something strange unfurled deep in my core. A warmth, different from arousal yet somehow connected to it, spread through my lower belly. My heart rate, which had been calming, suddenly quickened again. The air around me felt thicker, heavier with each breath I took.

Marco inhaled sharply beside me, his head lifting from the pillow. “Your scent…”

The others tensed, suddenly alert. Dimitri propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes fixing on my face with an intensity that made me shiver.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked, low and knowing.

I nodded, barely breathing. It was a slow-burning kind of heat, a subtle warmth that hadn’t been there before. My skin felt hypersensitive, every brush of the sheet against me, every point of contact with the men surrounding me magnified tenfold.

“What’s happening?” I whispered, though part of me already knew.

Dimitri’s fingers traced my cheekbone with reverent care. “I think you’re in pre-heat, Kitten,” he said simply. “It won’t be much longer.”

Marco’s arm tightened around my waist. Gio’s eyes darkened further. Tommy shifted closer. And Dimitri—Dimitri looked at me with a wildfire in his gaze—dangerous, consuming, and hot enough to burn.

I swallowed hard, the reality settling over me with crystalline clarity. My first heat with them—hell, my first heatever.

But if it was anything like what I’d just experienced, I couldn’t fucking wait.

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