Page 163 of Knot My Break

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Apurr.

It hums against my ribs, travelling from his chest through the nest and into my bones.

Kai freezes. “You’re kidding.”

Koa’s hands still for a second.

Finn’s thumbs pause against my hip.

Sol doesn’t stop.

The vibration deepens, rhythmic and soothing, instinctively calming the sharper edges of the heat building inside me. My body reacts immediately – breath softening, muscles loosening further, slick easing from urgent to molten.

“You’re purring,” Kai says, awe creeping into his tone.

Sol’s voice is low when he answers. “She needs it.”

My throat tightens unexpectedly.

I waited my whole life for this. Not for an alpha to purr for me. But for warmth without punishment. For touch without correction. For instinct without shame.

Finn resumes the massage, slower now, palms sliding reverently over my lower back. Kai’s hand settles at my waist, thumb stroking small circles into my skin. Koa finishes the braid and ties it off with the bobble around my wrist, then presses a soft kiss to the back of my head.

Sol’s purr continues.

The heat swells again, stronger this time, but it isn’t frightening. It isn’t consuming. It feels like the tide rising – steady, inevitable – and I am not alone in it.

“I feel it,” I whisper.

“We know,” Finn says.

“Does it scare you?” Kai asks quietly.

I think about that. “No,” I answer honestly. “Not anymore. Not with you all here.”

The coconut and jasmine in the air deepens, sandalwood warming into something richer. My body hums, skin hypersensitive to every brush of their fingers, every shift of fabric beneath me.

“Keep talking to me,” I murmur, eyes half-lidded now.

Sol’s hand slides gently over my hip. “You’re safe.”

Koa’s fingers trail lightly along my spine. “We’ve got you.”

Finn’s mouth brushes the curve of my shoulder, barely there. “You set the pace.”

Kai leans close enough that his breath warms my ear. “We’re not rushing.”

I sink deeper into the nest, into their hands, into their scent and their words and their touch.

The heat is rising.

But it’s rising like something sacred.

And for the first time in my life, I feel loved.

FORTY-SEVEN

KAI