Page 63 of Knot Their Arrangement

“We should find that out, shouldn’t we?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

I swallow hard, my whole body trembling with anticipation.

Oh, Goddess, what have I just gotten myself into?

Damon’s voice rumbles in amusement, his golden gaze flickering with wicked delight.

"Did you hear what our Omega just said?" he asks, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

A warm shiver runs down my spine as I feel the lightest touch at my thigh — Kieran.

His fingers graze my skin just beneath the table, gentle and deliberate, as if to remind me that he is there. That he won’t push, won’t take anything I don’t freely give.

It is a reassurance, a silent promise that I have every opportunity to say no.

But I don’t.

Kieran hums, his voice low and silken.

"Loud and clear," he murmurs, his mismatched eyes locking onto mine. His gaze is heated, but there is something else in it too—an intensity that makes my breath catch. "And I can smell her," he confesses, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.

"Sweet and absolutely drenched."

My thighs press together involuntarily, but that only makes the wetness between them more obvious.

Damon chuckles, delighted, watching as I struggle to keep my composure. Kieran licks his lips slowly, deliberately, like he can already taste me. His expression is almost submissive in the way he watches me, but I can feel the hunger radiating from him.

I try to hold steady, to maintain some semblance of control, but my voice betrays me as I mutter.

"You’re taking too long."

Kieran chuckles, the sound warm and vibrating against my skin.

"Is our Omega impatient?" he teases, the weight of his touch pressing slightly more against my thigh.

I pout, my lower lip jutting out.

"I’m not impatient," I argue, though my voice carries a breathy edge that says otherwise. "You’re just delaying, waiting for me to change my mind."

Damon smirks proudly, his dark amusement deepening as he exchanges a glance with Kieran. "You think so?" Kieran murmurs, voice softer, more coaxing.

My heart pounds as he lifts the draping material of my saree, his fingers careful but intentional. The shift of fabric exposes my heated flesh to the cool air, and I shudder as the contrast heightens my sensitivity.

Kieran exhales a slow, controlled breath before he lets out a low whistle.

"Our mia principessa is soaked," he remarks, voice edged with admiration. "I bet she’s sweeter than the ice cream."

Damon’s smirk only grows.

"Then enjoy a taste."

Kieran grins, shifting lower with a quiet.

"Gladly…on my very knees."

My breath hitches as Kieran disappears beneath the table, his hands warm against my thighs. My eyes widen, my lips parting in a soft gasp as I watch Damon, who only smirks as if daring me to stop this. But I don’t want to.

The first touch of Kieran’s tongue sends a sharp bolt of pleasure through me. I fight the instinct to flinch, to jerk away from the unfamiliar sensation.

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