The icy psychic fingers pumped hard and fast as the demon pressed down on her clit with its thumb. “Come. Come for me.”
Her release crashed into her, ripping a scream from her throat. The psychic fingers dissolved, and the demon seemed happy enough to then subside. “It did it again,” she told Knox. She inhaled sharply as he ground against her sensitive newly branded flesh, sending a shockwave of pleasure sizzling through her.
“I know.” Knox licked his lips as he donned the condom he’d placed on the bedside drawers. “You taste better than I remembered. Let’s see if you feel better than I remembered.” He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her to her knees, and slammed into her. She was swollen from her last orgasm, but he forced his way inside until he was balls-deep. He groaned through his teeth as her inferno-hot pussy tightened and contracted around him. “You do feel better.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She was so sensitive inside that it was almost painful to have his cock filling her. But even if she’d wanted to move away, she couldn’t have; his fingers bit into her hips as he held her still and took her with brutal, powerful thrusts. His pace was feral and unrelenting, and Harper could only fist her hands in the bedsheet as he became absolute male domination.
As ice-cold fingers began to toy with her clit, she almost sobbed. “Knox, no, I can’t take anymore.” Her pussy was filled to bursting, her nipples still tingled, and her branded flesh was throbbing. Having him play with her clit on top of all that…It was too much sensation.
“You’ll take it,” he said into her ear before licking over the wing marks on her back. “You’ll take it because I want you to, and you want to please me.” He ferociously hammered into her slick, tight pussy, the way he’d needed – craved – to do for four long fucking days. He had to face that he was as obsessed with Harper as his demon was.
A sharp tug on her clit made her whimper. “Seriously, I’m gonna come.”
“Fight it.”
“I can’t. I really, really can’t. I’m too close.”
He knew that, because her pussy was fluttering and squeezing him. “Wait.” Raking a hand into her hair, he pulled her face to his and dominated her mouth; swallowing her whimpers as she fought her orgasm. “Good girl.” He cupped her pussy, rubbing the heel of his palm over the new brand there. “That’s it, come.”
She didn’t come, she went up in flames – screaming and milking Knox, who slammed home with a grunt and pulsed deep in her. When his body finally left hers, she sagged forward so that she was lying fully on her stomach. She’d felt a little refreshed after waking up from only a short sleep, but now she was completely boneless. “I’m not sure if I can move again.”
“Then I’ll move you.” Knox gently rolled her onto her back and pressed a light kiss to her mouth.
As he slid down her body, she guessed his intention. Groaning, she threw her arm over her face to cover her eyes. “I’m not going to look.”
Knox chuckled. “I like it.” The V of her thighs was now a triangle of intricate black swirls. Of course, the swirls featured thorns. He followed the swirly thorn branches with the tip of his tongue, smiling when she helplessly bucked beneath him.
Her curiosity got the better of her. “Fine, let me see.” Bracing herself on her elbows, she studied the brand. “Your demon doesn’t do anything by halves, does it? It’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing.”
“Not out loud.” But his amusement was right there in his eyes.
“What does your demon think?” he asked, snaking a hand up her soft thigh.
“The brands don’t bother it. Your smugness, however, pisses it off.”
He smiled. “Can I help it if I like it?”
“Don’t you realize I can’t ever again go to a spa for a Brazilian? It’s not funny.”
After they’d taken a shower during which Knox had fucked her hard against the tiled wall with her luscious legs locked around him, they sat down for the evening meal. Once they’d finished, Knox leaned back in his seat. Truth time. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”
Harper froze with her glass halfway to her mouth. “What’s that?”
Bracing himself for her anger, he said, “There’s a possibility that Kendra is your half-sister.”
She blinked. “Oh. Yeah, I already knew that.”
And for what was probably the millionth time, his anchor had managed to surprise him. “You knew?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. She doesn’t look anything at all like a Wallis.” Harper sipped at her wine. “If you think I’m the only kid Lucian’s fathered and abandoned, you’re wrong. There are plenty of ‘possible’ offspring of Lucian Wallis. If Carla hadn’t handed me over to Jolene who then forced him to play a part in my life, he wouldn’t have.”
Knox was looking forward to the day he finally met Lucian; he fully intended to give the selfish prick a well-deserved lecture.
“I don’t know the names of the others he could have fathered,” continued Harper, putting down her glass. “But I knew about Kendra. I heard my family talk about how although Lucian left Carla while she was pregnant for another she-demon, they had no sympathy for her – they said she’d gotten a taste of her own medicine after luring him away from Beatrice, who’d been pregnant with Kendra.”