Page 70 of Knot Their Arrangement

"Fuck," Damon hisses, his jaw clenching. "She's too good. I can't hold back."

Kieran chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to my shoulder.

"Then don't. Let her take everything."

Damon's grip tightens just as his cock twitches against my tongue. His groan is deep, primal, as he stills, his release spilling into my mouth in hot spurts. My body shudders at the sensation, my own pleasure heightened by the sound of his satisfaction.

He pulls out slowly, his thumb brushing over my lips as I part them to show him I took every drop. Kieran tilts my chin up, his smirk full of pride.

"That’s our Omega. Show our leader how you swallowed every droplet of his release.”

I swallow every last drop, licking my lips as I pull back, the taste of Damon still lingering on my tongue.

A warmth spreads through me, not just from the act itself, but from the way he watches me with hooded eyes, his breathing heavy and uneven. He groans, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair before sliding down to cup my cheek.

"So fucking good," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "So fucking obedient."

The praise sends a shiver down my spine, my body humming with need.

Before I can fully register it, his lips crash against mine, the kiss both possessive and rewarding. I moan into it, relishing the way his tongue sweeps against mine, claiming me all over again.

His fingers ghost along my jawline before he pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips.

"Are you going to work Kieran's cock even better?"

I nod, urgency burning in my veins, my body already aching for more.

The idea of pleasing them both, of having them watch my every move, sets my pulse racing. Damon smirks at my eagerness, his grip tightening at the back of my head as he tugs me forward for another kiss—firmer this time, filled with raw approval.

My lips part willingly, accepting everything he gives, wanting nothing more than to prove myself worthy of their attention.

When he finally releases me, I blink up at him, my breath coming in short gasps. He steps back, his smirk never fading as he turns to Kieran, who is already watching me with dark, intense eyes.

Kieran shifts, sitting back along the black leather booth bench, his body radiating ease and confidence. He spreads his legs wide, the movement deliberate, meant to draw my attention.

And it does.

My gaze drops instinctively to the thick length of him, and something in my chest tightens in anticipation.

"Crawl to me, princess," Kieran instructs, his voice smooth but firm. There’s a flicker of amusement in his gaze as if he knows exactly how much his command affects me.

I smirk, letting the moment stretch for just a second longer before I slowly push myself back onto my heels. A deliberate tease. Damon chuckles behind me, his approval evident in the way he watches my every move.

Kieran arches a single brow, a slow, knowing smirk playing at his lips, but he makes no move to urge me forward.

He enjoys this, watching me hesitate, watching me make the decision for myself. I let the tension build, dragging out the moment before finally, I shift onto all fours.

I move deliberately, my palms pressing into the cool surface beneath me as I begin my slow crawl forward.

My hips sway naturally, my spine arching ever so slightly, emphasizing the curve of my body as I move toward him. My fingers flex against the floor with each controlled movement, my breathing steady, yet my heart hammering with anticipation.

Kieran's gaze darkens, his throat bobbing as he watches me. His expression is unreadable, but the slight twitch of his fingers against his thigh betrays the restraint he's holding onto.

I keep my eyes locked on his, moving closer, feeling the heat between us grow unbearable. Each slow, deliberate crawl sends another wave of anticipation through me, my body responding to the power of the moment. I reach him, kneeling between his legs, my hands resting lightly on his thighs.

A sharp inhale from Kieran makes satisfaction coil in my belly. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink, only studies me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.

I crave his attention more than I’d dare admit.

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