Page 69 of Knot Their Arrangement

His fingers trace the delicate fabric of my saree, his touch both reverent and commanding as he slowly begins to undo the drapes of my clothing. Each layer removed is like another barrier between us falling away, exposing me to their ravenous eyes, and yet I don’t shy away.

If anything, my skin burns under the intensity of their attention.

Kieran’s hands replace Damon’s, his rough fingers ghosting over my bare thighs as he kneels before me, the heat of his breath searing against my skin.

"You wanted to start with Damon’s cock first, didn’t you?"

My throat tightens, and I nod, suddenly hyperaware of the hunger coiled in my belly, the ache of anticipation pooling between my legs. Kieran approvingly rises up, swiftly moving the table forward just enough to give us space, my attention all focused on Damon’s long length.

Just seeing how affected he is by me makes me want to reward him. To prove to him that I’m not just like any other Omega, but more unique and talented in various ways.

It’s an odd thought process to acknowledge, but I can’t help but force myself to have some sort of expectation to reach and explore.

To surpass the standards expected of me.

Damon steps closer, his hand wrapping around the base of his thick, leaking cock, stroking it once before guiding it toward me.

"Then show us, princess," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "Show us exactly what you want."

I wet my lips, emboldened by the way both men watched me so intently, so hungrily. The thought of being completely bare, vulnerable yet worshipped, sends another flood of arousal rushing through me.

I lower myself, positioning between them as I take Damon in my hands, feeling the weight of him, the heat, the way his cock twitches under my touch. Kieran watches with hooded eyes, back at my side, his breath uneven as if restraining himself.

I flick my gaze up to Damon, making sure our eye contact is locked in before watching his lips part as I finally wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, tasting the salt of his precum, feeling the sheer size of him stretching my lips.

A low, pleased growl rumbles from his chest, his fingers threading through my hair as he groans.

"Good Omega. Just like that."

My instincts go haywire with any bit of praise, and how my standards only rise in my performance, wanting to work him up until he’s groaning and shaking for his climax.

Kieran watches me work, his breaths shallow, his pupils blown wide.

"Fuck, that’s beautiful." He leans forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against my hip, teasing me as his fingers continue their slow exploration of my exposed skin. “Look at how stunning she looks moving up and down your cock, Damon. Never seen a beauty like this work so well.”

The moment stretches endlessly, a blur of pleasure, submission, and raw desire as I lose myself in the act, reveling in their attention, their approval, the way they devour me with their eyes.

Damon groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest as I move up and down his length, my tongue gliding over every ridge and vein. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips bucking slightly as he fights the urge to take control.

"Look at her," Kieran murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. "The way she works you up, Damon...I bet you won't last long."

Damon grits his teeth, a growl slipping from his lips as he yanks my head back just enough to meet my eyes. The hunger in his gaze is almost predatory.

"You might be right," he admits before pushing me back down onto his cock.

I let him take control, surrendering to the rhythm he sets.

He thrusts deep, his pace steady but deliberate, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat with every stroke. My body hums in response, the heat between my legs growing unbearable, my nipples tightening with sensitivity.

Kieran kneels beside me, his fingers ghosting over my bare skin, not hesitating to trail along my very sensitive nips, driving me even more insane.

"You love this, don't you? Taking him so deep, making him come undone."

I can only moan around Damon, my sounds muffled as he fucks into my mouth, his groans growing more desperate. The vibrations of my moan make him curse, his fingers gripping my hair tighter as his thrusts become more erratic.

This is too good. This unique dance of power play and blended roles. It’s almost too much for my senses, overwhelming to grasp and endure, but I’m thriving on a high I’ve never experienced.

A rollercoaster I’ve never had the privilege to endure.

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