Page 67 of Knot Their Arrangement

The words send another rush of heat spiraling through me.

I’ve never been told that before.

Never been encouraged to push, to challenge, to take. I’ve always been expected to submit, to yield, to be something delicate and breakable. But not here. Not with them.

I inhale sharply, my body humming with an undeniable need, my pulse a frantic, erratic beat against my ribs. Damon senses it, his smirk growing as he takes my hand, guiding it toward his belt.

"If you want to know what ‘feel’ means, Kamari, why don’t you find out for yourself?" His challenge is a whisper, dark and promising.

My fingers tremble as they brush against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

A thrill races through me, a wicked kind of excitement I’ve never quite experienced before. I look up at him, watching the way his eyes darken with anticipation, his breath coming just a little heavier.

I take my time.

If they want me to dare, to push, then I will. My fingers work slowly, deliberately, unfastening the buckle, sliding the leather free with deliberate intent.

Damon watches me closely, his expression unreadable but intense, as if daring me to continue.

Behind me, Kieran’s hands slip beneath the fabric of my dress, his touch warm and teasing.

"She’s learning fast," he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing a lazy kiss there.

A sharp gasp leaves me as Damon’s pants fall open, his arousal evident, straining against the confines of his briefs. I swallow, my breath hitching, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air between us thickens, anticipation crackling like electricity.

Damon tilts my chin up once more, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You started this, principessa," he murmurs, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. "Now, let’s see if you can finish it."

Damon's hands move with deliberate slowness, his fingers unhooking his zipper with a sound that echoes far too loudly in the quiet space.

I swallow hard, my eyes locked on the movement as his cock finally springs free, thick, veiny, and already glistening with precum.

My breath catches, and I fight the urge to bite my bottom lip, but my body betrays me as my tongue darts out to wet them, a subconscious thirst taking over.

Kieran chuckles beside me, his voice low and teasing.

"Do you like what you see?"

I nod before I can stop myself, my voice coming out nearly breathless.

"Yes."

The air thickens around us, the weight of unspoken possibilities pressing down on me. My heart pounds, half with excitement, half with the lingering fear of being caught.

"But what if someone walks in? What if someone sees?"

Damon, ever the composed one, leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers.

"No one will enter until we’re finished."

The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine, and I barely have time to recover before his hand trails along the edge of my saree, the fabric a mere whisper beneath his fingertips.

"That means we can do whatever you want. Remove whatever you want."

I turn my head just enough to meet his gaze, my bottom lip caught between my teeth to keep myself from instinctively responding. But Damon is too observant, and his smirk widens in appreciation before he dips his head, murmuring.

"What’s our Omega picturing?"

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