Page 32 of Knot Their Arrangement

They have to cause no way am I’m going back home without getting my cock sucked into oblivion.

Ezekiel’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, down my chest, his touch warm even through the fabric of my shirt. His gaze remains locked on mine, a challenge burning in his eyes. When his fingers reach my belt, he pauses, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Brioni,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with amusement. “Of course, you’d wear something this expensive. Always the high standards, Castellano.”

Fuck…

The way he specifically says my surname with that low husky voice of his is driving my insides mad, while I’m sure he can feel just how my cock twitches impatiently.

I open my mouth to retort, but the words catch in my throat as he leans in, his lips brushing against the side of my neck, silencing me in stillness. His breath is hot, sending shivers down my spine, and then he presses a kiss there, soft and teasing, before trailing his mouth lower, laying a path of sloppy, heated kisses along my skin.

“You love marking your territory,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my flesh. “But between the two of us, I have no shame in leaving evidence behind.”

A low grunt escapes me as his teeth graze the sensitive spot just below my ear.

The bite is firm, just enough to sting, and when he sucks at the spot, the heat pooling in my gut turns molten. My Alpha instincts roar to the surface, urging me to flip him over and remind him exactly who he’s dealing with, but I force myself to stay still.

To let him have this moment of control.

He leaves a mark there, then another, working his way down the column of my neck. Each kiss, each bite, sends a jolt of electricity through me, my cock twitching in response.

By the time his lips brush against the hollow of my throat, I’m panting, my fingers digging into the leather seat to keep myself grounded.

Ezekiel pulls back just enough to look at me, his lips swollen, his eyes blazing with desire. Then he captures my mouth in a kiss so deep,so consuming, that I forget how to breathe. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance that’s equal parts passionate and possessive.

My toes curl in my shoes, and I let out a muffled groan as he presses closer, his body a solid weight against mine.

When he finally breaks the kiss, we’re both breathless, our lips slick and tingling.

“Sit back,” he orders, his voice rough, commanding. “And relax.”

I huff, rolling my eyes, but I do as he says, leaning back against the seat.

My lips still thrum with the taste of him, mixed with the lingering saltiness from earlier. I run my tongue along them slowly, savoring the flavor, and I catch the way his gaze follows the movement, dark and hungry.

Ezekiel doesn’t waste any more time.

His hands are back at my belt, undoing it with practiced ease. He pops the button of my slacks and pulls the zipper down, the sound loud in the otherwise silent car. The shift in temperature sends a chill along my skin as he works his way into my boxers, his fingers brushing against the heated length of my cock.

A sharp breath escapes me as he pulls me free, his hand wrapping around my shaft. The cool air hits me first, followed by the warmth of his grip, and I can’t stop the shudder that ripples through me. My cock is hard, painfully so, the tip already glistening with arousal.

Ezekiel hums low in his throat, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of precum there.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “This won’t take long, will it?”

I try to answer, but the words are cut off by a groan as he leans down, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation is maddening, a spark that sets every nerve-ending alight. He doesn’t stop there, his mouth moving lower, his lips wrapping around the tip of my cock as he takes me in.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back against the headrest as he works me over with slow, deliberate movements. His tongue swirls around the head before sliding along the underside, the pressure just enough to drive me insane. He takes more of me into his mouth, inch by inch until I’m buried deep, his throat contracting around me.

The heat, the wetness, the sheer fucking perfection of it makes my hips jerk, but his hands are there, pressing against my thighs, holding me down, keeping me in place. He sets the pace, slow and steady, his head bobbing as he takes me in over and over again.

My hands find their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as I struggle to hold on to the last shreds of my control.

“Ezekiel,” I groan, his name slipping from my lips like a prayer.

He doesn’t respond; doesn’t even look up at me.

He’s too focused, too intent on driving me to the brink. His hands move up my thighs, his nails dragging lightly against the fabric of my slacks, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure.

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