Page 66 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

He groaned, then obeyed, shifting his angle. When he slammed back in, he hit that sweet spot that made stars dance behind my eyelids. Every thrust rubbed perfectly, winding me tighter with each pass.

Tommy picked up the pace, hips rolling deeper, slower, harder—like he was trying to draw every last sound from my throat. His breath was hot against my skin, lips grazing my shoulder as he murmured soft, obscene praise against my neck.

God... his body was everywhere—around me, inside me, holding me steady while everything else slipped away. Gentle and rough, all at once.

Slowly, surely, I felt his control start to slip. It was subtle—the way his fingers dug into my hips, the sharp hitch in his breath, the stutter in his rhythm that gave him away.

“Fuck, Butterfly,” he purred. “You drive me crazy when you take it like this. Greedy little thing, soaking my cock like you’ve been starving for it.”

Pressure coiled deep in my belly, pleasure mounting so fast it stole my breath. I cried out, back arching, chasing the edge with everything I had. Tommy’s grip tightened. His hips snapped forward; once, twice—and then his knot began to swell.

The stretch, the pressure, the sheergirthof it made me break. I shattered, crying out his name as I came—hard and fast, my body pulsing around him. That was all it took. He let out a guttural,filthygrowl and came with me, thrusting deep and locking his knot inside as his cock throbbed, filling me to the brim.

Anchored against him, my orgasm dragged on, sharp and blinding and endless.

His lips pressed soft to my shoulder. “That’s it. That’s my good Omega.”

He held me through the aftershocks, one arm banded around my waist, the other smoothing over the curve of my hip like he couldn’t stop touching me.

We stayed like that, tied together until his knot eased and he pulled out gently. With all the tenderness of an Alpha in love, he helped clean me up and then wrapped me in a blanket before tucking me back into the center of the nest. His lips brushed my forehead, and he held me until my heat refused to let me rest a moment longer.

Ten minutes of rest, of peace, was all I got before that familiar itch was back, that burn sizzling through my veins. My ovaries cramped, feeling like they were twisting.

I reached out blindly, needing another of my mates to keep the pain at bay.

Marco slid between my thighs without ceremony, grinning like the cocky bastard he was. “You look like you missed me.”

I hummed happily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I always miss you.”

“That’s because I’m unforgettable.” He winked, eyes dancing with mischief as he spread my thighs wider. “And I’m about to remind you why.”

He settled between my legs, hooking them over his arms and pinning me open. His mouth was hot and hungry, tongue slick and ruthless as he licked through my folds and groaned like he’djust tasted paradise. He teased my clit with slow, lazy circles until I whined and tugged on his light brown locks.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing—”

“You’ll what? Fall apart? Angel, that’s the point.” He looked up at me, chin glistening, eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you come undone. Again. And again.”

He ate me like a man starved, sucking and licking and biting. Release slammed into me without warning, stealing my breath and my voice. My thighs locked around his head, and the only sound I managed was a strangled moan.

But he didn’t stop.

“Too much? Or not enough?” he asked, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my damp, throbbing flesh.

“Marco—”

He slid two fingers into me unexpectedly, thrusting as he tongued my clit, drawing another climax from me until I was a gasping, shaking mess of an Omega.

When he pulled back, his mouth was slick, chin glistening. And his grin? Positively wicked.

“I could do this all day,” he rasped. “Just watching you fall apart on my tongue.”

Climbing back up my body, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up, and pushed in with one smooth thrust.

“Ah, fuck, Angel. Always so tight for me.”

He drove into me with fast, deep strokes, leaning forward to brace himself against the nest, bending me in half as he chased his release. I could hear how wet I was, the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filling the air. I clawed at his chest as my pussy spasmed.

“Look at you,” he growled, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple. “Taking me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked by all of us.”

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