Page 59 of Knot Their Arrangement

"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the club's ambient hum."More, please."

I’ve never heard my voice sound so needy…

The smirk turns devious, something wicked and knowing as he closes the space between us, and how hard it is to stay focused when all I want to do is fall into whatever devious plan these two Alphas have for me.

Do I dare allow it?

He kisses me first, slow and deliberate, his lips molding against mine with a confidence that leaves no room for hesitation.

It’s a claiming; a test, a promise all in one, and I answer it with a fervor that surprises even me.

I know this is temporary.

That this won’t be some permanent end to a wishful fairytale of randomly meeting a set of Alphas who compliment me in every day, but what if tonight I could simply think, ‘what if?’

What if this is real?

What if my Goddess has witnessed the endless struggles I’ve experienced throughout my shortly lived life and gives me this chance to feel what it’s like to be loved and adored by a set of Alphas?

What if…this is leading to an arrangement I’d be happy to accept with open arms…

The taste of vanilla and Damon mixed is intoxicating, as his tongue slides against mine in a teasing flick before he pulls back, his free hand reaching for the golden spoon resting in the half-melted ice cream.

With a lazy elegance, he scoops a small portion, his eyes gleaming as he lifts it towards me. Just before offering it, he pauses, bringing the spoon to his own lips first. He licks a bit off the edge, his tongue darting out in a way that makes my thighs press together involuntarily.

"I can’t possibly risk the chance of staining such a beautiful saree with such sweetness, can I?" he muses, his voice a low murmur that curls in my chest, making my breath stutter.

A quiet chuckle from my left makes my skin prickle, Kieran's presence intensifying as his fingers ghost along the side of my neck. The touch is barely there, a whisper of sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

"We can work on that," Kieran comments smoothly, his voice deceptively mild. He tilts his head, watching me with those mismatched eyes, one a deep, knowing brown, the other a sharp, glacial contrast. The contrast should be unsettling, but instead, it hypnotizes me.

"If that’s what our Omega for the night wants?"

A simple question.

A dangerous one.

One I don’t want to pretend isn’t driving me crazy…

My heart pounds against my ribs, the implications slamming into me all at once. The weight of what they’re offering, and what I could take if I just reached for it.

My body thrums with the temptation, the sheer recklessness of it.

But then reality wants to crash my fantasy…

The thought of Prince Rajveer being somewhere in this complex, potentially remaining and gathering evidence to deliver to my ex and his pack ignites a sense of worry.Concern that would bring consequences to these innocent men who don’t need to deal with my complicated life of control and misconceptions.

I’m sure he’s just waiting for the right opportunity to shatter whatever fragile threads of freedom I’ve managed to clutch onto for this long.

To ruin me in a world where reputation does mean something.

Means everything when it comes to my culture.

For a moment, fear claws at my ribs, the weight of expectation, of consequence, of every lesson drilled into me pressing down like an iron brand.

Even after running, after fighting for every breath of independence, I am still tethered to them, to their rules and their judgment. Still a bird in a gilded cage, my wings clipped before I ever had the chance to fly.

Fuck that.

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