Page 20 of Knot Their Arrangement

We're from opposite ends of the spectrum, light and shadow, justice and crime.

"Isn't it ironic?" I muse, starting to walk toward my car. "One of the city's top detectives regularly fucking one of its most notorious criminals?"

"Please," Damon scoffs. "I prefer 'successful businessman' in public company."

I can't help but laugh.

"Is that what we're calling billions in illegal enterprises these days?"

"Better than calling it what it is," he retorts. "Speaking of business. I hear you have quite the waitlist for your services these days. Should I put my name down for some special attention?"

The suggestive tone in his voice makes my cock twitch again. Images flash through my mind – Damon on his knees, that perfectly tailored suit disheveled as I fuck his mouth. Or bent over his mahogany desk, cursing in Italian as I pound into him.

Yeah…I’m a dominant top motherfucker…

"You already get special service," I remind him, my voice dropping lower. "Or did you forget about last week?"

"Mmm, how could I?" He practically purrs. "My ass still remembers every inch of you."

Fuck…

My cock resorts to twitching again, simply at the tight memory that drives us fucking mad. We try to avoid anal, but last week I felt the urge to remind him who the power player is between the two of us.

Damon plays too much of a villainous leader that it makes him far too cocky for my taste.

That’s why I have to bring him back down to earth as a fucking reminder of where he stands when it comes to me. Us. Whatever future upholds us.

Our relationship defies every boundary, and every rule.

The government dislikes Alphas having relationships with one another.With obvious reasoning.Yet, with the Alpha Omega ratio becoming far too disproportionate to have a forced say in trying to acquire an Omega that actually resonates, I rather stick with having a forbidden relationship within our pack than the drama and chaos having the wrong Omega would instill.

Maybe that Omega from a few minutes ago would be an exception though.

Regardless, we help each other through ruts, and through burning needs that come from being unmated Alphas. It's not ideal –we both know we need an Omega to truly satisfy us – but it's better than the alternatives.

"We're closer than most would believe possible," I acknowledge, thinking of all the lines we've crossed together. "Though I doubt the force would appreciate knowing their star detective is intimately acquainted with the king of the criminal underworld."

Damon's dark chuckle sends shivers down my spine – the kind that reminds me of late nights in his penthouse office.

Bent over that expensive mahogany desk…

Fuck, I gotta stop thinking of shit for my own sanity…

"Speaking of your detective work," he purrs, voice dropping an octave lower. "Aside from this…distracting Omega, did you complete your assignment? Or were you too busy playing hero in dark alleys?"

I glance back at the unconscious would-be muggers.

They won't be causing trouble for a while.

"The Safe Haven checks out," I report, slipping into professional mode despite the lingering arousal in my system. "The one run by Velvet? Nothing sketchy about it, surprisingly. It's exactly what it claims to be – a legitimate sanctuary for Omegas who need protection."

"Ah yes, which is precisely why the government is so eager to shut it down," Damon notes with bitter amusement. "Can't have Omegas thinking they deserve safety and independence, now can we?"

His words carry the weight of truth.

We've both seen how the system works — how it's designed to keep Omegas dependent, controlled, and claimed.

Like confined animals that are forced to bow to their owners…

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