Ashes(25)

Alethea leaned forward. "Did you know that in the dictionary, your name is under the word ‘bitch'?"


      ///
       
         
       
        



"Not sure why you're smiling. I'm not the one who had to look up the word."



Alethea sucked in a breath and went to bark something else, but then the boys ended their little conversation.



Knox put a hand on Harper's back. "Ready to leave?"



"Totally." Harper gave Alethea a winning smile. "Well, it's been great talking to you. You know how much I enjoy these little chats we have."



Slipping his arm around Harper's waist, Knox nodded at the other three demons. "Enjoy your evening." Leading her out of the hotel, he said, "It's hard not to intervene when she speaks to you that way."



"I appreciate that you don't. She needs to understand that I can defend myself just fine. Also, it's really fun to toy with her."



Knox's mouth quirked. "Yes, I've noticed you enjoy it. My demon finds it just as amusing. But we're going to push her and the others out of our minds now."



"I have no issues with that plan, just so you know."



My plan also involves you. Naked. In our bed.



Still have no issues with the plan.



Good to know.



Harper smiled. The anticipation crept up on her and taunted her the entire journey home. But when they finally walked into their bedroom, he looked at her just as he had this morning – like he was afraid he'd break her. She frowned. "You're not going to tuck me into bed, are you?"



"I couldn't even if I wanted to." Knox thrust his hands into her hair, growling. "Open for me." He kissed her, drinking her in. She tasted like Harper and caramel and honeycomb. And he couldn't get enough. He tilted her head, licking deeper, taking more. Taking everything.



Her hands delved into his hair, nails digging into his scalp. Groaning, he shoved his hand under her shirt and bra and closed it around her breast. It was soft, round, and plump. Perfect. Her hard nipple brushed against his palm; he wanted it in his mouth.



Bunching the bottom of her shirt in his hands, Knox slid it up and over her head and then whipped off her bra. The sight of the tattoo-like brand of thorns circling her breast made masculine satisfaction whip through him. She was his. Every single inch of her belonged to him. Only he could touch her, taste her, drive deep inside her. No other male would ever have her. He'd kill anyone who tried.



Taking a fistful of her hair, Knox pulled hard, arching her back. He latched on tight to her pierced nipple, flicking the ring with his tongue and tugging it with his teeth. He breezed his thumb over the white ink ‘So it goes' tattoo beneath her breast – her own personal reminder not to dwell on things that were out of her control. 



"Undo your jeans," he rumbled. "I want them off." He needed to fuck her hard and deep.



Harper's shaky fingers fumbled as she awkwardly snapped open her fly. He helped her shove down her jeans and panties, and then tossed her on the bed. Breathing hard, she watched as he quickly shed his own clothes, eyes drifting over her with sheer unadulterated possession. Naked, he truly was a sight to behold. Not an ounce of fat there. His body was all solid muscle, controlled strength, and sleek skin that hummed with power. Then there was his long, thick cock that was currently standing to attention.



She was just thinking of rearing up to touch him when psychic hands grabbed her thighs and spread them. She shivered. The hands were so icy cold, yet they somehow gave off pure heat – a heat that snaked up her inner thighs all the way to her centre, making her tingle and burn. He reached out and skimmed the tip of his fingers over her folds. The light touch fired the need already taunting her.



Knox crawled on the bed, eyes on her pussy. He wanted her taste in his mouth when he took her. "I want you to be quiet for me."



She blinked. "What?"



"You heard me."



Harper almost gaped. She was noisy and they both knew it. "You can't be serious." But his expression said that he was.



"I don't want you to make a single sound until I tell you that you can."



"And if I do make a sound?"



"You'll regret it."



Oh, she didn't doubt that. He could be a sadistic fucker when he felt like it. To say that he "liked" control would be an understatement. It was important to him on a fundamental level. She couldn't hand over complete control to him. Her life was her own. But she could give it to him in the bedroom. Most of the time she did, since it always worked out well for her, but she didn't do it easily.