Page 65 of Knot Their Arrangement

Kieran moans against my soaked flesh and the sensation of the vibration sends shockwaves up my spine. He drinks me in like a man lost in the desert finding his first drop of water, as if I’m his lifeline.

It’s intoxicating, overwhelming, and I can barely process it all.

Damon smirks at my reaction, his hands tightening in my hair as he tilts my head to deepen our kiss.

"No one has ever taken care of you like this, have they?" His voice is rough, smug, and the words hit somewhere deep inside me, right in the part that has always craved this kind of attention, this kind of devotion.

Kieran hums in agreement from between my legs, and I cry out when he slides a single finger inside me, curling just right.

"No one who deserved her," he murmurs, his voice dark with something possessive.

It’s all too much to take, and I know even with my orgasm threatening to ruin me with the dual sensation of pleasure and arousal entwining dangerously, I want to experience even more.

I don’t want this to end…

"Let go, principessa," Damon encourages, his voice sin itself. "Come for us. Let us feel it."

I shatter at their words, my entire body tightening with pleasure as Kieran continues his assault on my senses. Damon watches me, fascinated, as I completely come undone beneath them.

Kieran sucks my clit between his lips, and that’s it—the coil inside me further snaps, and I cry out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over me. My thighs squeeze around Kieran’s head, but he only groans, holding me in place as he drinks up every last drop of my release.

Damon is there to claim my lips so effortlessly, his hands pressing against my cheeks to keep my head still enough for him to lay soft, possessive kisses against my jaw as I struggle to catch my breath.

Kieran finally resurfaces, licking his lips with satisfaction as he looks up at me, his eyes blown with lust.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined."

Damon grins, wiping away a stray drop of my slick from Kieran’s chin before bringing his fingers to his own mouth, tasting me himself. His groan is deep, reverent.

"A delicacy," he murmurs, smirking down at me as he strokes my cheek. "And all ours, if she wishes to be."

Fuck...

I can have this.

To dare dream of this potential possibility?

My breath hitches at the weight of his words, the promise behind them. My body hums, already craving more, but my heart pounds for an entirely different reason.

For the first time, I wonder if I’ve found something I never thought I could have; a potential possibility that goes beyond pleasure and desire.

An opportunity of belonging.

Damon's golden eyes gleam as he tilts his head slightly, a knowing smirk curling his lips.

"Tell me, mia principessa, do you want to take this a step further?"

My heart pounds in my chest, each beat syncing with the heat pulsing low in my belly. I bite my lip, trying not to overthink it—not to let the weight of possibility cloud the undeniable yearning surging through me.

I dare to wonder just how far this could go, just how much pleasure these two could unravel from me. But still, a lingering doubt makes my breath hitch.

"Is it going to get us in trouble?" I ask, my voice softer than I intended.

My cheeks flame at the ridiculousness of my question, but I can’t stop my eyes from flickering toward Kieran.

He watches me, slow and deliberate as he runs his tongue along his lips, tasting what remains of me. The sight alone would make my knees buckle if I was standing, but my thighs press together to try and tame the possibilities of him or Damon for the matter, in catching my arousal scent…again.

His mismatched eyes glint with mischief, and yet, there’s something reassuring in them. As if he’s waiting for me to choose, to decide just how much further I want to go.

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