Page 74 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

He moved into my space before I could even reach for him, that cocky, devastating smirk curving his lips. “Still with us, Angel?” he asked, crouching down in front of me. His knuckles brushed my jaw, soft and deceptively sweet, considering the sinful glint in his eyes. “Thought I’d let my brothers have their turns first. But now?” His voice dropped, full of dark promise. “Now, you belong tome.”

Gio and Dimitri’s knots had softened just enough for me to slip free, and Marco didn’t waste a second. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing and laid me out in the center of the nest, spreading my thighs wide and pinning them to the cushions with his strong hands.

His gaze dropped between my legs.

He stared—devoured—like the sight of me used and dripping, painted in his brothers’ cum, was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. And maybe it was, because he looked at me like I was a fucking masterpiece.

Cum glistened on my thighs. My stomach was streaked with Tommy’s release. I could feel Gio and Dimitri seeping out of me, pooling beneath me in a mess that should have made me squirm.

Instead, I felt powerful.Worshipped.

I trailed two fingers through the warmth on my belly, dragging it slow, then lifted them to my lips. “You know what’s missing?” It came out low and sultry, almost husky.

Marco’s nostrils flared. “What?”

“Yours.” I popped my fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean.

Marco swore under his breath. And then he was on me. His cock lined up in an instant, and with one rough thrust, he buried himself inside.

The force knocked the air from my lungs, the heat between us molten as he fucked me deep and fast. His rhythm was fierce and untamed, and I knew then that he’d been holding back. Until now.

I met every thrust, arms around his neck, heels pressing into the curve of his ass to keep him close.

“I’ve needed you like this. Just. Like. This.” Each word was punctuated with a roll of his hips. “Spread open for me. Ready for my bite.”

“Yes! Fuck me. Knot me. Claim me. Make me yours, Marco.”

His mouth found the top swell of my breast. I felt his knot swell, locking us together, and as we came—his groan a rough, broken thing—his teeth sank in, marking me with a bite that senteverythingshattering.

And just like that, the bond snapped into place.

White heat bloomed in my chest—blinding, golden, wild. It rushed through me like fire and starlight, lighting up every inch of my body. I could feel him. His pleasure. His devotion. The wicked adoration he carried for me, hidden beneath all that swagger.

He loved me.

And I felt it.I felt it all.

I cried out, overwhelmed, and reached for his face with trembling fingers.

“Let me show you mine,” I whispered.

The unguarded way he looked at me made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. Everything about this man was genuine and beautiful.

Surprisingly, Marco didn’t offer his shoulder or his throat. He caught my wrist, laced our fingers together, and guided my mouth to the fleshy curve at the base of his thumb—the spot between palm and wrist.

“Here,” he rasped. “Bite mehere.Where I’ll always be able to see it. Where I’ll feel you every time I cook you breakfast. Every time I hold your hand. Every time I shift gears with you in the passenger seat. I want you in all of it, Angel. I want youeverywhere.”

My vision blurred. My chest cracked wide open.

And I bit him.

Sank my teeth into that tender spot and poured everything I felt for him into the newly formed connection—that gold thread that spanned between us, linking us together as mates.

The pack bond sealed with a pulse of power, a bright flare that flooded through all five of us, warm andright.

It sank into my bones, curled around my heart, and wrapped around my soul in a tight embrace that would never let go.

For the first time since I was a child, I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t a burden. I wasn’t just surviving.

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