Page 19 of Knot Their Arrangement

Holy shit.

Electric doesn't begin to describe it.

Every nerve in my body comes alive at that whisper of contact, and my grip on her tightens instinctively. She's tiny in my arms; perfectly sized while her delicate frame fits against me like she was made for it.

But it's her eyes that truly capture me –deep brown with flecks of gold, like honey in sunlight.

They widen as she stares up at me, and I watch as her pupils dilate, her own body responding to our proximity. The traditional Indian attire she wears only enhances her exotic beauty, the red and gold making her skin glow like warm caramel.

Her scent changes subtly, growing sweeter with arousal, and I have to bite back a growl. My inner Alpha wants to bury my nose in her neck, to taste her skin and mark her as mine.

The primal urge is so strong it's almost overwhelming.

"I'm so sorry!" Her voice matches her appearance — soft, musical, with just a hint of an accent that makes something in my chest tighten.

She extricates herself from my hold carefully, and I immediately feel colder without her warmth. The way she smooths down her outfit — a saree, I realize — speaks of years of practice, each movement graceful and precise.

When she bows, it's like watching a dance.

"Please forgive my clumsiness," she adds breathlessly. "I must go. I'm terribly late!"

Before I can say anything or even dare ask her name, she spins and darts away. The golden accents in her outfit catch the light as she runs, making her look like a shooting star streaking through the night.

I watch until she disappears around the corner, her scent lingering in the air like a ghost, leaving me standing there like an utter fool.

No Omega has ever ignited a reaction like she just did…

My phone's vibration barely registers through the haze of Alpha instincts still screaming at me to chase her…to claim her.

The screen shows a familiar name: DAMON CASTELLANO.

Fun.

"Perfect timing as always, brother," I answer, my voice rougher than usual. I’m hoping there’s an off chance Damon isn’t going to notice, or else he’s going to think I jerked off in a dark alleyway to tame my hyperactive needs.

I may get aroused often but I’m not that desperate. At least, not in a good while.

"Did I interrupt something?" Damon's smooth Italian accent carries a note of amusement. "You sound...affected."

More like horny as fuck…

It makes me wish he was here to see whether he’d react the same way.

Only difference is we’d help one another if that was the case.

After work activities.

I run a hand through my short black hair, trying to collect myself.

"Just ran into an Omega. Quite literally."

"Ah, that explains the sexual frustration I can hear in your voice." He chuckles darkly. "Want me to come help you with that?"

The offer sends heat coursing through my veins.

Our arrangement is complicated, forbidden in more ways than one.

A decorated detective and a mafia kingpin.

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