Page 69 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

Then his other hand slid lower again, teasing the seam of my ass, just enough to make my breath catch.

“Such a good Omega,” he murmured, thumb circling lazily. “You want to be my perfect little toy, hmm? All filled up. Used. Owned.”

His words werefilthy. But his touch was maddeningly careful, pushing me to the edge and holding me there.

“Tell me your color,” he said again, voice tight.

“G-green,” I choked out. “Please, Dimitri. Please.”

“I know, Kitten. I know.”

My whole body pulsed around him in time with his punishingly steady rhythm. Each thrust sent me closer torelease. Each tantalizing swirl of his thumb had me gasping, shaking, begging.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that quite yet,” he murmured, teasing the tight ring of muscle at my back entrance. “But you will be. Soon, you’ll take everything I give you.”

“Yes!” I keened.

His thumb pressed gently, not forcing, just testing. The sensation was foreign, strange—but the promise of it? The image of being takeneverywhere? It hit me with such intense force I quivered.

Dimitri kept moving behind me, hips grinding every time he bottomed out. His rhythm faltered just enough to let me know he was feeling it, too. Losing his grip.

“Soon,” he rasped, “I’m gonna own this perfect ass while my brothers fill your pussy, claim your throat, and fuck your hand—all of us at the same time—and you’re gonna beg for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my whole body vibrating with want. “Yes, please.”

“You’ll be our good little Omega,” he went on, thumb finally pushinginjust a little, just enough to make me cry out. Bracing a palm above my shoulder, he draped across my back to murmur in my ear. “You’ll let us ruin you from every angle until you can’t remember where one of us ends and the next begins.”

I choked on a sob, hips jerking back against him. It was too much. Not enough. I writhed in Gio’s hold, unable to move, my thighs trembling.

Then I did it.

I turned my head and reared sideways just enough to bite down on Dimitri’s inked forearm—not enough to break skin, just enough to leave a mark.

That was it.

The last thread of restraint snapped.

Dimitri let out a sound I’d never heard from him before—half growl, half roar—and slammed into me with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.

There was no teasing now. No holding back.

He drove into me like he wasclaimingme. Like I already belonged to him and this was just him reminding me of it. My cries turned to screams as his rhythm turned punishing, relentless, his thumb still moving with every stroke.

“That’s it, Kitten,” he snarled. “Take it. Takeallof me.”

My orgasm hit like a bomb—sharp, vicious, explosive. I went rigid, vision white and sparkling, muscles clenching around him like a vise. The pleasure that ripped through me was blinding.

He followed with a roar, slamming home one last time before his knot swelled and tied us together. It was bigger than the others, the fullness unbearably good.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, wasn’t sure I was even still alive or if this was heaven—transcendent, rapturous.

I felt him come apart, his cock thickening right before he tipped over the edge with me. The broken groan was the sexiest sound as he released jet after jet inside of me, adding his cum to the mix, filling me so full his seed leaked around where we were joined. A second release stole through me, and I shattered in ecstasy.

I was utterly and completely wrecked.

When it was over, I collapsed, boneless and trembling. Gio released me as Dimitri’s body covered mine, though he was careful not to crush me beneath his weight. His breath was ragged against my neck, his hand stroking my side as if trying to remind himself I was real. Thathewas still alive, too.

“Color?” he whispered.

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