Page 71 of Knot Their Arrangement

"Fuck, princess," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "You like making me wait, don’t you?"

I let a teasing smirk tug at my lips as I trail my fingers along the inside of his thigh, feeling the heat of him against my palm.

"Maybe," I whisper, tilting my head. "Or maybe I just like watching you squirm."

A low growl rumbles from his chest, his hands flexing against the arms of the chair.

"Brat."

Before he can react, before he can even consider taking control, I wrap my fingers around him, feeling his heavy weight in my grasp. His cock twitches at my touch, the first sign of his restraint slipping.

I stroke him once, slow and purposeful, watching the way his breath hitches, and how his muscles tense beneath me. Then, without hesitation, I lean forward and take him into my mouth in one fluid motion.

Kieran groans, his head tilting back against the chair as my lips stretch around him, taking him deep. His fingers finally move, tangling into my hair, but he doesn’t push—he only holds, letting me take my time, letting me control the pace.

I hollow my cheeks, my tongue gliding along the length of him as I move, sucking him deeper, savoring every reaction he gives me. The way his breath stutters, the way his grip tightens just slightly, the way his muscles tremble beneath my touch—it’s intoxicating.

Damon watches from the side, his eyes gleaming with something possessive.

"That’s it," he murmurs. "Take him just like that."

I moan softly, the vibrations making Kieran hiss between his teeth. His hips jerk slightly, and I press my hands against his thighs, steadying him, showing him that I want this. That I can take him.

"Fuck, she’s good," Kieran mutters, his voice strained as he watches me. "So fucking good."

His praise only fuels me, making me sink deeper, working him in long, steady strokes, each one drawing a new groan from his lips. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the way he reacts to every flick of my tongue, every tightening of my lips around him.

Kieran curses under his breath, his hand flexing in my hair before finally, he gives in, his hips lifting slightly, meeting me halfway. He’s holding back, I can feel it, but I don’t want restraint—I want all of him.

I grip his thighs tighter, pressing my tongue against the thick vein running along his length, and the moment I do, he snaps. His hand tightens in my hair as he groans, his hips thrusting forward in a controlled but desperate rhythm.

"That’s it, princess," Damon murmurs, his voice like silk. "Take him. Every inch, move nice and smooth. Just like that."

The heat between my legs is unbearable, my body aching for more, but I don’t stop. I push further, taking him deeper, my throat relaxing as I let him claim my mouth.

Kieran growls low, his body tensing as his climax looms closer.

"She’s going to make me fucking come," he mutters, his voice rough with need.

I hum in response, the vibrations making him curse as his grip tightens. His control slips completely, his hips moving faster, chasing his release.

He’s close.

I can feel it with how his shaft seems to get bigger, while it twitches almost uncontrollably as it moves roughly in and out with deep quick thrusts.

“S-Shit,” he curses and hisses, and it’s only a matter of time.

Just a bit more…

With a final groan, he stills, his cock throbbing as he spills into my mouth, his body shuddering beneath my touch. I take everything he gives, swallowing eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the raw satisfaction of knowing I’ve undone him completely.

As he pulls back, his fingers trail along my jaw, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and admiration.

"Fuck," he breathes, shaking his head. “This naughty little mouth that looks so small and innocent was made to be perfect at pleasing us, huh?”

Damon chuckles, stepping forward, his eyes glinting with approval as he tilts my chin up.

"Our perfect little princess," he murmurs, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip. "Now for the grand finale, yes?”

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