Blaze

“What did you say?” asked Levi.

“I told him to go fuck himself with a blow torch, obviously,” replied Raini.

“Obviously,” said Levi

Crossing the space, he kissed her, and the stress of the day fell away.

“I can be so totally terrifying that I scare even me. Why are you laughing? I’m serious, it’s true.

“That tone… it’s almost like you’re trying to goad me.” Gently slipping one of the jeweled, metal hair sticks from her loose bun, Harper infused it with hellfire. The simple accessory was now not only ablaze, but absolutely lethal. Fear flashed in the cambion’s eyes and she took a wary step back. “Don’t start a fight you don’t have a prayer of winning. Now go, Belinda, you’re pissing me off and I have shit to do.”

A very familiar mind slid against hers. Harper, where are you?

“I’m fine,” she assured him.

“Nothing about this situation is fine,” said Knox, stalking toward her. He sounded completely calm. Composed. Casual. But she knew he was none of those things.

“What I mean is that I’m okay.” Albeit wet and cold.

“You’re soaked, shivering, and bleeding.”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I mean, you totally overreacted over the rodeo thing,” she teased.

Overreacted? “You rode a wild bull.”

“At least I didn’t fuck a —”

“Stop. Just stop.”

She chuckled and curled her arms around his neck. “It’s okay. You can be as overprotective as you want. I’ll love you anyway.”

He smiled. “Good, because I love you, baby. Always will.”

“And you finally fear my mighty wrath, right?” She frowned when he hesitated to answer. Why the hesitation?

“I’ll admit your demon was a little scary.”

“A little? She was freaking terrifying.”

More like high on power and bloated with rage, he thought, but he decided not to say that out loud.

Motherfucker. She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until a hand came down hard on her ass. “Hey!” Another sharp slap. She’d never admit she liked how the burn heightened the friction that was building inside her. With her nipples on fire, his teeth digging into her shoulder, his cock stretching and pumping in and out of her… “Knox.” It was a warning. She was going to come and —

He pulled out, spun her, and lifted her up. “I want to look in your eyes when you come.” Knox dropped her hard on his cock, shocking the breath out of her. He didn’t give her any reprieve. Just held her gaze as he powered into her, groaning at the silken, fiery feel of her. “I love feeling your tight pussy squeezing me. Love how wet you get for me.”

She was hardly ever going to have a dry spell when he was such a master at what he did. Harper wrapped herself tight around him, her nails and heels digging into the flesh of his back. “I really need to fucking come.”

“I know, baby.” He used his psychic fingers to part her folds so he hit her clit with her every thrust. “Tell me what I want to know, and you can come.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I love you.”

Growling, he fucked her harder. Deeper. Never looking away from her eyes. “Come for me.”

A scream tore out of Harper’s throat as her release whipped through her, sending wave after wave of bliss washing over her. Biting out a harsh curse, Knox pounded into her once, twice, and then he exploded with a growl of her name.

Leaning her head on his shoulder, limp as a noodle, she asked, “How can you still be hard?”

He kissed her neck. “Why do you always ask me that when you know the answer?”

She gave a weak shrug. “It just amazes me that you even have the energy to go again.”

Holding her tight, Knox carried her to the bedroom and lay them both on the bed, keeping his cock snug inside her. “No going asleep.”

“I’m not,” she lied.

“Your eyes are closing.” He kissed her and she sighed softly into his mouth. “Stay awake. I have lots more I want to do to you.”

Well, that seemed worth staying awake for. “Can I take off the dress now?”

“No. I spent the entire event imagining all the ways in which I’d take you while you had it hiked around your waist.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, eyes drifting to the spot where the scissors had cut her lobe. And he remembered once again just how close he’d come to losing her.

“Don’t,” she said softly.

His gaze slid to hers. “What?”

“Don’t think of how badly things could have gone. I’m alive, and I’m here. My wounds have all completely healed.”

He rested his forehead on hers. “I’d like to say I won’t worry so much now that you can call on the flames of hell, but I’ll always worry about you. I’ll always be overprotective to the point of making you crazy.”

Right now, her pussy was aching and throbbing, wanting to be filled. “Knox.”

“Not yet.” Knox used his free hand to scoop out her breasts and give one a possessive squeeze. “So perfect.” Round and full and his. He swooped down and sucked her pierced nipple into his mouth, flicking the ring with his tongue. Her hips bucked again and her pussy fluttered around his finger. He knew she was hovering on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to throw her over. Knox drove another finger inside her and hooked them as he fucked her hard with his hand. “Come all over my fingers.”

Eyes a misty violet went blind with pleasure as her pussy clamped so hard around his fingers he wouldn’t have been surprised if they snapped. Her mouth, red and swollen from his kiss, opened on a silent scream. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled, voice thick. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her.

Shaking with aftershocks, Harper blinked, almost dizzy. That had been one hell of an orgasm and… and now he was shedding his clothes. That brought her out of her daze. Anticipation ripped through her. She wanted him naked. Wanted to touch and taste. But when she reached for his cock, his hand snapped around her wrist and he shook his head.

“No, I want in you.” He needed to be in her; needed to feel her hot pussy tightening and contracting around his cock as he took what belonged to him. “This is going to be fast, baby.” He wanted to go slow and savor her, but he didn’t have the control for that right then. Not when she was standing there in that dress and those fuck-me shoes; not when her taste was in his mouth and her scent filled his lungs; not when the knowledge that he could have lost her was still tormenting him.

He spun her to face the wall, and her hands shot out to brace her weight. “Yes, that’s how I want you.” Grabbing her hips, Knox angled her just right and slammed home. He groaned as her pussy clenched around him. She was wet, swollen and hot – so fucking hot that he lost all pretense of control. He pounded into her, fast and furious and so deep it had to hurt a little. She pushed back to meet each thrust, arching her back to take him even deeper.

He grazed his teeth over the crook of her neck. “I love your smell. I love it more when I’m fucking you. It gets warmer, sweeter.” She moaned as his teeth tugged at the skin of her neck. “That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”

Harper couldn’t have kept quiet if her life depended on it. Not when she was so full it hurt and her clit was throbbing. A shocked gasp flew out of her as icy fingers began to tweak and pull at her nipples, making them tingle and burn. “I won’t last long if you keep that up.”

His fingers bit into her hips. “You’ll last as long as I want you to last,” he growled.

The elevator stopped with a ding, and the doors slid open. They stepped straight into a spacious entryway, and then the breath exploded out of her lungs as Knox slammed her against the wall. His dark eyes sparked with such raw need that she knew there would be nothing sweet or gentle about what came next. Awesome. She did not have the patience for soft or slow. Her demon was totally up for it.

“Open for me,” he ordered, voice deep and dominant.

Harper parted her lips, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He did what he always did when he kissed her. Dominated her mouth. Ate at it. Possessed it. Took and took until her head spun and she had to clutch his shoulders to steady herself. He tasted of him and power and champagne, and she was starting to feel a little drunk.

Harper sucked on his tongue, and his eyes flared. A growl rumbled up his chest, vibrating against her nipples – they pebbled at the sensation, almost painfully tight. A greedy excitement clawed at her; an excitement that was as demanding as his mouth and the confident hands that sank into her hair, holding her head how he wanted it.

Feeling acutely empty, Harper arched into him, grinding her clit against his cock; he was hard and ready. Knox growled again, pressing her harder against the wall and pinning her still with his hips. Every cell of her body cried out in frustration. She needed more, needed him.

Knox roughly peeled up her dress, heard something tear. Fuck it; he’d buy her a new dress. Snapping off her thong, he cupped her pussy. “Mine.” All his. He slipped a finger between her folds, finding her deliciously slick. He spread her cream around her clit and gave it a gentle pluck. “You’re going to come for me, Harper. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

Well, that sounded super good to her. He took her mouth as he slid his finger between her folds, dipping it ever so slightly inside her but not thrusting, the bastard. Again and again, he did it as she moaned and bucked her hips, hinting for more. Finally, he slipped a finger inside her, and her head fell back as she moaned with both bliss and relief.

“No,” he rumbled, fisting a hand in her hair and angling her head so he could watch her eyes. “Don’t look away from me.”

That bossy tone would probably never fail to make Harper bristle, which was why she almost swore at him. But then he curved his finger to rub at her g-spot and, yeah, he was instantly forgiven. He kissed her again, swallowing every moan as he fucked her with his finger. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed his cock. The addictive burn of his clever mouth fueled the hunger raging through her; a hunger so hot and carnal that she shook with it.

That was the thing: psychic fingers or not, he always made her frantic for him. Always made her feel empty and restless.