The strange heat that came from those shockingly cold fingers made her pussy flame and throb. Every thrust of his psychic fingers only made her burn hotter and coil tighter until she was so damn needy she couldn’t stand it. Her sizzling nerve endings were so alive they fairly buzzed.
Knox bit her lower lip. “No one else can do what I do to
you,” he said, voice thickly possessive. “No one.”
He was right, thought Harper. Not only because he was literally the only person who could take the burning ache away once he’d put it there, but because no one else could ever compare to him. From the first night, he’d become her sexual benchmark that would be impossible to meet. Everyone else would fall short.
Feeling her orgasm creep up on her, she warned, “I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet you’re not.”
A sob caught in her throat as the psychic fingers dissipated inside her, leaving her inner walls tingling. “Knox—” He smoothly hoisted her up and dropped her on his cock, shocking the breath out of her. Harper’s hands flew to his arms, nails digging deep. Thick and hard and long, his cock filled and stretched her pussy until it burned. Her tingling walls were so hypersensitive from the psychic fingers, she could feel every ridge and vein, and it was almost uncomfortable to take him.
“Palms flat on the wall, Harper,” Knox ordered, voice guttural. Instead, she dug her nails deeper into his arms. He delivered a sharp slap to her ass. “Palms flat on the fucking wall.” Her pussy—tight, slick, and scorching hot—quaked around his cock and soaked him in a rush of cream. He clenched his teeth, silently cursing. “Now, Harper.”
Hissing, she slapped her palms on the wall at her back, eyes shooting fire. “There, asshole. You happy now?”
“Elated.” He cupped her ass and spread the globes enough for it to sting just a little. She liked a bit of pain with her pleasure, and Knox knew exactly what line she rode between the two. “Now you get fucked.”
He punched his hips hard, slamming into her tight pussy over and over. It was like burying himself in silken fire, and he loved every goddamn second of it. Loved feeling her slick inner walls squeeze and flutter around him. “I’ll never get enough of this pussy. My pussy. Who owns you, Harper?”
“You,” she rasped, too desperate to come to challenge him on that.
“Yes. Me.” His demon rushed to the surface, chilling the air. “And me,” it said. Then it was furiously powering into her.
“Fuck,” hissed Harper. The demon was so much rougher than Knox. Gave her no reprieve or mercy, just jackhammered into her like it was trying to punch a hole through her back or something.
Still slamming deep, it shoved its finger into her mouth. “Suck.”
She hesitated, because she knew where that finger would then go.
“Suck. It can go in wet or it can go in dry—make your choice.”
Motherfucker. Harper sucked on the digit. Sure enough, the wet finger sank into her ass. No probing. No preamble. The demon just pushed it knuckle-deep. And then it was kissing her—no, ravishing her mouth, taking complete possession of it.
She felt the change in Knox’s body—the kiss was no longer quite so bruising, and his thrusts lost their aggressive edge—and she knew the demon had retreated. Knox didn’t withdraw his finger from her ass, though. No, he began to add another. Bastard. “Don’t, or I’ll come.” The sting would throw her over—she knew it, he knew it.
“You’ll fight it.”
She shook her head. “Can’t.”
“You will.” Knox shoved the second finger inside her ass and upped the pace of his thrusts, driving deeper. The hot clasp of her pussy, the little moans she made, the scent of her need, the sway of her tits, the feel of her ass squeezing his fingers … He growled. “Wrap me up tight, baby.” The moment she locked her arms and legs securely around him, he leaned into her so that he hit her clit with each brutal thrust. “Fucking come. Let me feel … that’s it.”
White-hot pleasure violently whipped through her, making her eyes go blind, her mouth open in a silent scream, and her pussy spasm and clamp around his cock. Biting out a harsh curse, he swelled even thicker inside her as he brutally shoved himself deep and exploded. Every hot splash of his come soaked her quaking walls. And Harper just lost every ounce of her strength.
CHAPTER SIX
As his mate slumped over him, quivering with aftershocks, Knox kissed her temple. “Fuck, baby, I needed that.”
Eyes closed, Harper hummed against his neck. “So did I.” Hot, silky flames rose around them and licked at her skin, but she didn’t stir. Knew they’d never burn her. Moments later, the fire eased away, and she opened her eyes to see that they were standing near the bed.
Knox toppled her onto the deluxe mattress, positioning them both on their sides with their heads on the super soft pillows that his mate adored. Usually, a look of pure contentment crossed her face when her head first sank into them, but not tonight. Lines of strain had settled there, and it didn’t look as if they’d disappear any time soon.
The same anger and agitation lingered in Knox, twisting his stomach and riding his demon. Asher was just a baby. He hadn’t done a damn thing to anyone. Knox wanted him happy, safe, secure. Not the target of a fucking incorporeal.
The fact that the Horseman would send one after a baby said he clearly had no conscience at all. To him, anyone was expendable. Even people like Alethea, who had aided him. All the bastard cared about was achieving his goal.
Knox wondered if behind the Horseman’s determination to succeed lay a hint of desperation. So far, his plans had failed. Those failures were surely hits to his ego. Now he had something to prove—both to himself and to others. But he decided not to say as much to Harper. He wanted her to relax.