Page 60 of Knot Broken

Jex’s strong hands find my waist immediately, gently rolling me toward him. My heart races anew, anticipation and love swirling fiercely inside me as he guides me to settle atop him, letting me take in his beautiful face, framed by tousled hair, amber eyes filled with a storm of emotion.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Vi,” he whispers, running a thumb softly across my cheek. “To have you as mine—to be yours—I never thought I’d find this. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

My breath catches at the intensity of his words, my chest swelling with overwhelming emotion. “I’m yours, Jex. Completely yours. Claim me.”

With an almost reverent gentleness, Jex lifts my hips, guiding me slowly down onto him, his thickness stretching andfilling me perfectly. My head falls back as I moan softly, every nerve alight with the sensation of him filling me, anchoring me to him.

“Perfect omega,” Jex praises softly, his voice thick with passion and devotion. “You’re our entire world, Violet.”

My hips begin to move slowly, rhythmically, guided by his strong hands. He grips me possessively, fingertips pressing into my thighs as our rhythm builds, pleasure cascading through me in waves, tightening deep within me.

He sits up slowly, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss so deeply passionate it steals my breath, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck as he kisses me deeply, hungrily, yet still achingly gentle.

My body trembles as we move faster together, the friction between us igniting sparks of heat and pleasure. Jex pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes blazing fiercely.

“You’re ours now, Vi,” he growls softly, his lips brushing my jaw, trailing hot kisses along my throat. “Ours forever.”

“Forever,” I breathe, voice shaking with love and need. “Yours.”

Jex’s teeth graze lightly at the soft skin of my neck, just below the marks Fox and Dare left, sending a shudder through my body. He pauses for a heartbeat, then bites firmly, deeply, anchoring himself to me in a surge of sensation so intense, I nearly come undone.

Pleasure roars through me, my body shattering around him, crying out his name as the bond seals itself, strong and final. My heart pounds wildly, a sense of completeness flooding through every nerve.

“Your turn, love,” Jex murmurs tenderly, voice thick with raw emotion as he tilts his head, baring his strong throat to me in a powerful gesture of trust and vulnerability.

Leaning forward, I sink my teeth firmly into his skin, feeling the bond lock into place as he groans deeply beneath me. His knot swells quickly inside me, locking us firmly together as we shudder through a shared climax, holding each other tightly.

As the waves slowly ebb, Jex’s arms wrap tenderly around me, holding me close. He whispers soft words into my hair, words of love, devotion, and promise.

“We’ve got you now, Violet,” he breathes softly. “Always.”

“Always,” I whisper back, holding him tighter, my heart finally whole.

Together, finally, undeniably bonded.

Fox

July 12th

7:30 P.M

Rain pelts gently against the windshield, casting blurry halos around the streetlights outside the sleek, glass-and-steel office building. I’ve been parked in the same discreet spot across the street for nearly two hours now, eyes fixed on the softly glowing third-floor window where Adrienne Hart still works, unaware she’s been under surveillance for weeks.

Adrienne Hart. Alpha, attorney, omega rights advocate—one of the loudest voices in a quietly growing movement. Brilliant, relentless, and dangerous to the status quo. Exactly the type of ally we need if we’re going to take down the InternalOps Division. But trust doesn’t come easy after everything we’ve been through.

We’ve watched her closely—studied her patterns, her meetings, her interactions. No signs of corruption. No hidden accounts. She’s clean, as far as Romano can dig. And Romano always digs deep.

“You’re sure about this, Fox?” Jex’s voice crackles softly over my comm, tense but steady. “We can still pull back, keep watching. We’ve got time.”

I lean back against the headrest, fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. “No. She’s clean, Jex. If we wait any longer, we might lose our shot. She’s exactly who we need. Hell, she might be the only one who can help us blow this wide open.”

He’s quiet for a second, absorbing that. “Okay. But keep your eyes open. We’re close by if anything goes sideways.”

“I always do.”

I glance up sharply as the building’s glass doors slide open. Adrienne emerges, instantly recognizable even in the rain, her dark chestnut hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She’s tall, polished, carrying herself with undeniable alpha confidence. Her tailored suit is impeccable, the gray jacket open just enough to reveal a deep crimson blouse beneath, her strides measured yet purposeful as she heads down the sidewalk toward the parking lot.

“Adrienne’s on the move,” I say quietly into my comm, shifting to open the door. “I’m going now.”

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