Page 34 of Knot Their Arrangement

His grin is quick and sharp in the darkness.

"Fair point."

He sees my viewpoint, but this is one of the few exceptions where we both agree without further stimulation or argument.

"Besides," I add, watching his expression carefully, "you have a forest to patrol."

The groan he lets out is positively sinful.

"I'd rather be busy with other things," he says, voice dropping low. "Like having a nice thick cock deep in my ass."

This teasing fucker…

A growl rumbles up from my chest before I can stop it.

"Don't tempt me." But my tone turns serious as I add, "I want you to check in every hour while you're on patrol. If you can."

He pulls the car to a stop at our designated spot, turning to give me a smugly amused look.

"Why? Frightened I'll finally be taken out?"

Instead of answering, I reach over and kiss him firmly, pouring all my possessive needs into the contact. When I pull back, my voice is steel-wrapped in silk.

"The only person who's gonna take you out of this world is me, understood?"

I mean it.

It’s the only promise we seem to make each other when we decide to walk our paths, no matter how polar opposite they are.

It’s what keeps us alive.

"Mhmm," he responds huskily, and I have to kiss him again, one final taste before we part for the night.

As I exit the car, I pull out a hundred-dollar bill and toss it onto the seat I just vacated.

"Keep the change," I announce loudly, enjoying the way his eyes narrow at my audacity. His expression –equal parts aroused and annoyed– makes me chuckle as I close the door.

I’m positive he’s cursing me in his mind, but he knows I said that to ensure no one speculates anything.

He’s just an Uber driver doing his job in his unmarked ride.

The sound is still on my lips as I approach the matte black Rolls-Royce waiting at the curb, its presence as commanding as a panther in the shadows.

My butler stands at attention, his black uniform immaculate as always.

"Where to this evening, sir?"

"I have some business to attend to," I tell him, sliding into the plush leather interior. "For now, just focus on driving."

As we pull away from the curb, I catch Ezekiel's headlights turning toward the forest in my side mirror.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I check it, my smile grows predatory.

"Target located."

Two simple words that promise so much entertainment. My contact never disappoints – probably why they're worth every penny of their exorbitant fee.

Then again, he’s part of our pack, and why those who try to get into our business never find out how far they can get…

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