Page 23 of Knot Their Arrangement

Crazy how we’re not a pack.

We’re simply missing that final piece to make us complete.

The intensity between us builds until it can’t possibly be ignored; Damon breaking first as he surges forward to claim my lips in a bruising kiss.

My cock immediately responds, hardening against my slacks as his tongue demands entrance. My groan gets lost in his mouth the moment I let him dominate my mouth, the two of us kissing like it’s our last. He tastes like expensive bourbon and cigarettes, a combination that's uniquely him and never fails to make me want more.

But we're still on a public street, mere feet from where I left three unconscious would-be criminals.

Ugh…

I force the kiss to break far too soon, my instincts seething in defiance compared to my mind trying to clear the path of reasonable thinking.

Instead of following the path of using my dick…

"Someone will see," I murmur against his lips, gently pressing my hand to his chest to create some space between us.

The action costs me more self-control than I care to admit.

Damon's eyes flash with annoyance, though the cocky grin playing at his lips tells me I'm not getting away that easily. His perfectly tailored suit does nothing to hide his own arousal, and the way he looks at me makes my skin feel too tight.

"I don't give a fuck if anyone sees," he emphasizes each word, maintaining eye contact in that predatory way that reminds me he's not just any businessman – he's one of the most dangerous men in the city.

I know he doesn’t give a damn.

He controls this city and the domain as he sees fit.

That’s the level of power he carries so flawlessly that furthers his attractiveness. That, and makes him practically untouchable because who wants to fight against that?

I certainly don’t and I’m deemed the “good” guy.

We stay frozen in that moment, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, until my phone's shrill ring shatters the atmosphere.

A glance at the screen shows the precinct's number.

"Cross," I answer, trying to sound professional despite Damon's proximity.

Just hide how out of breath I feel.

"Detective, we need you to report back for a night call," Officer Chen's voice comes through clear and anxious. "There's been activity reported near the forest?—"

"The same forest where we've been finding dead Omegas?" I cut in, unable to keep from rolling my eyes. "Let me guess…more 'suspicious activity'?"

Suspicious activity can’t describe the shit that keeps happening in the depths of that forest despite us patrolling on an hourly basis.

"Yes, sir. Captain wants you specifically."

Of course, he does.

I want to roll my eyes again because the fucker wants me to do all the dirty work.

"I'll be there," I grunt before hanging up. When I look up, Damon's raised eyebrow demands an explanation.

"They want me patrolling the forest tonight," I explain, watching his expression darken. "You know, the one where we've been finding dead Omegas left and right."

"Why tonight specifically?" His question carries weight. Damon might operate outside the law, but he has his own strict moral code –and violence against Omegas is something he absolutely won't tolerate.

"There's been an announcement," I begin, choosing my words carefully. "The Knot Their Omega Movement just passed legislation. It's backed by seven of the wealthiest Omegas in the country, working through the Noctuary Larissa Organization."

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