Page 76 of Knot Their Arrangement

The thought brings a frown to my freshly painted lips.

I'll probably never see them again after tonight. This was likely just a pleasant diversion for them – a way to pass an evening with a willing Omega.

But Goddess, what an evening.

My body still tingles from their attention, remembering how they took turns filling me, stretching me, making me feel pleasure I never knew was possible.

The way they worked together, seamlessly coordinating to ensure my pleasure matched their own...

Heat floods my cheeks as I recall how deep they went, how perfectly they fit inside me.

Then it was the way I acted in return. Dominating and confident as if all of this wasn’t so new and foreign to me. I acted like an Omega who’s pleased an entire pack. An Omega who enjoyed lustful nights and thrilling orgasmic highs.

I can see why the saying “fake it till you make it” could be applied in instances like these, but man, if this was what I’ve been missing at nineteen, I’m glad I took the chance tonight rather than wait to be tossed to the government officially.They’d enjoy ruining me along with the idea of being pampered properly by a pack of Alphas.

In those moments of pure ecstasy, my mind had wandered to dangerous territory – imagining what it would be like if this wasn't just a one-time encounter.

What if they could be my pack?

The thought is selfish, I know.

Presumptuous even.

Why would two such powerful Alphas want anything more than a casual encounter with a runaway Omega? I bring them absolutely nothing. No favors or weight in the scale of power and business. They probably have their pick of willing partners, women, far more sophisticated and worldly than me.

Yet there was something in the way they touched me, the care they took with my pleasure, that felt like more than just casual sex.

The way Damon would check in with his eyes, making sure I was comfortable with each escalation. How Kieran seemed to know exactly when to be gentle and when to match my rising passion.

They treated me like I mattered. Like my pleasure was as important as their own. Catered my needs while taming their own, just so we could all enjoy the wonderful high of lust and ecstasy as one solid unit.

A first…and probably my last in a lifetime…

My hands smooth down my saree, adjusting the pleats back into perfect order. The fabric still holds traces of their scents – Damon's whiskey and leather mixing with Kieran's cappuccino and toffee.

The combination makes my head swim in the best possible way.

I’m gonna miss it…Goddess…this is going to be harder than I’d dare acknowledge.

The red mark just visible above my saree's neckline catches my eye. Damon had left it there deliberately, I think, marking me in a place that could be easily hidden but would remind me of tonight whenever I caught a glimpse of it.

As if I could forget.

It's not just the physical pleasure I'll remember, though that was extraordinary enough. It's the way they made me feel – valued, desired, powerful in my own right. They never tried to diminish me or make me feel less because of my second gender.

If anything, they seemed to celebrate my Omega nature while still treating me as an equal participant in our pleasure. When I showed defiance, matching their passion with my own, they didn't try to force submission.

They met my fire with their own, creating something explosive and beautiful.

"Stop it," I tell my reflection sternly. "This was just sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex, but still just sex."

I have to convince myself for my own sake.

To prepare myself to tackle reality once more.

“Happy endings don’t happen in real life,” I coach myself. “Remember, Kamari. This isn’t some fictional fairytale.”

But even as I say the words, I know they're not entirely true. There was something more happening in that VIP booth – something in the way we connected that went beyond physical pleasure and casual flings that meant absolutely nothing.

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