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Agreeing with that, Knox nodded. He telepathically reached out to Larkin and informed her of the day's events. After the harpy was done cursing, he said, We need to explore the idea that this person wants to hurt Harper, not me. Still, everything keeps leading us back to Thatcher. Find out as much as you can about him. Dig as deep as you can go. If he has any link whatsoever to Harper, I want to know about it.


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If there is one, I'll find it, Larkin promised.



Turning Harper toward the exit, Knox said, "Come on, let's get you to bed."



"Who were you talking to?" Harper asked him. As their psyches were connected, she could feel the echo of his telepathic conversations; she simply couldn't understand the words.



"Larkin," he replied. "She's going to search for any possible link between you and Thatcher. If he has any sort of grievance with you, we need to know what it is. And we need to know before he acts again."



Nodding at that, Harper slipped her arm around his waist as they began a slow walk out of the boathouse. "Onto another subject, how did your meeting with Dion go?"



"Well … "





CHAPTER EIGHT





The sting of teeth biting into the back of her shoulder snapped Harper out of sleep. Before she could wince, a hot tongue lapped and swirled over the mark to soothe the hurt. She realized that she was lying on her stomach while Knox was draped over her like a blanket, caging her in.



"Morning," she purred. Her demon stretched, luxuriating in his attention.



"Morning, baby," he said against her skin.



The throaty rumble made her stomach clench and her nipples tighten. "I hope you're hungry."



Understanding her meaning, Knox smiled. "I'm starving." But he wouldn't give her what she wanted just yet. He wanted to play first. Before Harper, he hadn't "played". Sex had never been anything but a basic need until she came along. He'd never cared for any of his partners. Never needed or craved them. Never been so focused on ensuring that they loved every minute of it. But it was different with Harper. Everything was different with her.



Harper fisted the bedsheet as his mouth traveled lower down her back and left another suckling bite that seemed to send a dart of pleasure directly to her pussy. His mouth explored her back, leaving little marks everywhere and licking along the sensitive lines of her wings. Wet and restless, she squirmed and tried arching into him. A hand pressed down on her lower back, keeping her flat against the bed.



"Don't move." Knox cupped her ass with his free hand. Boldly. Possessively. "I love this ass. Smooth. Pert. Biteable. And mine." He gave it a firm squeeze.



"Knox -"



"Shh." Knox plunged a finger inside her pussy. She tried to arch into him again, but he pushed down on her lower back to keep her flat. "I said, don't move." 



"You're a damn tease."



Knox spoke into her ear. "No, I'm just playing with what belongs to me." No one else had ever belonged to him, and he'd sure as hell never belonged to anyone else. That Harper was all his, that he had rights to her that no one else would ever have – both as his mate and as his anchor – intensified the raw possessiveness he already felt for her.



As Knox sank a second finger inside her, he curved it just right, smiling at her gasp. Fisting her hair, he pulled her face to his and took her mouth. Consumed her. Dominated her. Greedily feasted on her as he fucked her with his fingers. "That's it. Take it."



He burned for her. Day. Night. All the fucking time. It took nothing more than for him to shift in his seat and suddenly scent her on his shirt. Just like that, even in the middle of a conference room, he'd be rock hard. Right then, his cock was full and heavy, aching for release. For her. For the only thing is his life he'd ever loved.



Harper gasped as ice-cold psychic fingers parted her folds, leaving her clit exposed to the mattress. The finger already deep in her pussy began to thrust in and out, rocking her against the bed, sending shockwaves of pleasure to her clit. It felt so good, but she needed more. Needed him filling and fucking her. "No more teasing."



"I'll give you what you want," he assured her, pausing to swirl his finger. "Soon."



Soon? "I like ‘now'." The words came out kind of breathy with need. "‘Now' sounds way better."



Knox drove another finger inside her, loving how hot and wet she was. Loving that her scent had become warmer and sweeter as her need built and built – it always did. What he loved more was that she held nothing back; that she was his with no limits or boundaries or doubts. She didn't even hold back from his demon – a fact that the entity treasured.