Page 65 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

I panted, chest heaving, my forehead resting against the cool tile. I could feel the aftershocks still trembling through my limbs when I caught movement in the doorway.

Through the fogged glass, I saw him—Dimitri. Tall. Still. Watching.

“Nest’s ready,” he rasped more than spoke. “Whenever she is.”

Tommy reached behind me to shut off the water, then opened the shower door. Dimitri stepped forward, helping him wrap me in a thick towel. The second the fabric touched my skin, another cramp hit—sharper this time. Hungrier. I gasped, curling slightly as it rolled through me.

This small release? It had just taken the edge off.

The real heat was still building. Still tightening its grip.

And God help me... I wanted to drown in it.

The thought of how much sex I was about to have should’ve overwhelmed me, but instead, it made my mouth water. Iwantedto be ruined. Iwelcomedthe destruction. My Alphas were going to wreck me completely... and I couldn’t fucking wait.

Tommy leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“One down,” he whispered, sinful and smug. “A million more to go.”

twenty-six

KITANIA

I’d beeninsatiable for days—and my Alphas hadn’t let me go unsatisfied. Not even once.

Every time the heat crawled up my spine and pooled low in my belly, one of them was there. Sometimes all of them. Hands. Mouths. Cocks. Voices. They gave me exactly what I needed every time I needed it.

My body had become a live wire, aching for touch with an intensity that should’ve scared me. But it didn’t. Instead, I surrendered to it. Tothem.

Tommy was all praise and patience, worshipping my curves like something holy. Marco made me laugh and beg in the same breath, cocky and relentless until I was shaking. Giovanni ruined me with his mouth more than once, whispering filth between kisses while I came apart under his tongue. And Dimitri...

Dimitri held back—but it wasn’t distance. It was discipline. Like he knew that once he gave in, once he let go, there’d be no pulling back. No stopping the rut that would take hold.No containing his Alpha’s need—for control, for dominance, for submission. For now, his hands were skilled, yet careful when they touched me. But his eyes? They werestarving.

The nest had become the center of my universe. Pillows and blankets rose around me like soft walls, woven with their scents—familiar, grounding, and undeniably mine. It smelled like home. Like safety. Like I was exactly where I belonged.

Tommy’s hands found me first this morning, his touch reverent as he traced the curve of my hip. “Morning Butterfly,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear as he spooned me from behind. “Did you get any rest?”

“About an hour.” I stretched, loving the way his scent—that fresh mint and lime with the added notes of coconut rum—wrapped around me just like he did. “Need you,” I managed, already arching back into him. My skin felt too tight, too hot. My pussy pulsed with need, slick coating my thighs, the surrounding air thick and heady.

“I know, Butterfly. I’ve got you.”

His fingers slipped between my legs, finding me already wet and ready. I gasped when he circled my clit, the sensation almost too much and somehow not enough.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”

He worked me slowly, deliberately, his fingers curling inside me until I saw stars. The first orgasm hit like the slow crest of a wave, washing over me and leaving me trembling. But it wasn’t enough. The ache persisted, deepened.

“More,” I pleaded, reaching for him.

Tommy shifted behind me, guiding my leg up and over his hip. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, and then he was pushing in—stretching me, filling me.

“You’re doing so good for me, Butterfly,” he murmured, bowing around me until his chest met my back. He kissed myshoulder. My neck. Then sank his teeth into the curve of it, just enough to tease.

“You feel perfect. Every goddamn time.”

I moaned, loving his praise, canting my hips back to meet his every thrust.

“Need you deeper,” I gasped. “Tommy, please.”

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