Page 68 of Knot Their Arrangement

Before I can answer, Kieran’s warm breath teases the other side of my neck, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along my sensitive skin.

"Want to paint out a fantasy, just like in those books you enjoy reading?"

The thought alone makes my body flush, my mind flickering to the novel I had abandoned mid-scene, a particularly intense chapter that had threatened to ruin my focus for the rest of the day. My lips part before I can stop myself, and I murmur.

"I’d want to work up Damon's cock first… and maybe get out of these clothes… and… well…"

I trail off, suddenly too embarrassed to continue, my hands flying to my face in an attempt to hide.

Kieran makes a soft noise of amusement before gently taking one of my hands, and pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

"Ask, and you shall receive."

His voice is a low promise, coaxing, seductive.

"If this was your only opportunity to enjoy this, with no judgment, no evidence of what we’re about to do, are you just going to suck some cock and call it a night?"

His words strike something deep within me, shaking me to my core.He’s right.This is an opportunity, a moment of indulgence that I might never have again.

The doubts and lingering hesitation begin to melt away, replaced with raw, aching desire.

"So…no evidence?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "No one will watch and use this against me as blackmail?"

I know all too well the dangers of a world where Omegas are taken advantage of, used, and discarded, their shame wielded like a weapon.

My ex-soon-to-be husband and his pack were masters of blackmail, their power built on the ruins of broken Omegas. I refuse to fall into that trap, even if these Alphas seem kinder, and more patient. I need assurance.

Damon lifts my chin gently, forcing my gaze onto his.

"Nothing will be used against you. No footage. No blackmail. This is my space, my VIP establishment. I invest millions into keeping it exactly how I want it. And when I snap my fingers, this space is mine." His confidence is one thing, but I can see the truth in the depths of his eyes.He’s not playing around with me. He’s 100% serious."I can swear nothing will be used against you tonight, Kamari.”

His voice drops to a husky murmur, his next words sinking deep into my bones.

"So let me ask you again, mia principessa. What do you want us to do?"

I inhale sharply, my nerves battling against the thrill shooting through me. But I know what I want.

I don’t want to waste this moment.

I square my shoulders, swallowing down the last of my apprehension.

Ask and you shall receive, Kamari. Stop being frightened of the future when you’re living in the present.

"I want to strip naked, suck you both off, and be laid upon this table bare, front side down, and fucked senseless from behind."

The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the shift in the air—a dangerous, electric hum of approval from both men. And I know there is no turning back now.

Kieran hums lowly, his eyes gleaming with something dark and feral as if savoring my bold declaration.

"That’s a hell of an answer, mia principessa,” he teases and adds, “Should we throw in some handcuffs, too?”

My jaw drops in response, and yet the idea only makes slick gush between my legs, forcing me to squeeze them tightly.

Oh,Goddess, I’m a sinful mess…

Damon’s smirk deepens, his gaze roaming over me as if already envisioning everything I’ve just offered up to him.

“Doable,” he assures me as if he just casually has handcuffs lying around in his pocket or something. "Then let’s not waste any time."

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