“Easy there, Thorne. It was just a question.” Although he’d guessed right – that was exactly what she’d been wondering, because she’d have to reconsider keeping demons off her sexual diet if it was this good all the time. “There’s no need to…oh no, wait, I can’t take any more teasing.” But it was too late; his tongue was already lapping at her pussy through the lace. His teeth grazed over her clit and folds, almost making her jump out of her skin. “Knox, seriously, no more. I don’t want to come again until you’re in me.” His head lifted slightly as his eyes, flaring with heat, finally met hers. Yes, she had him, she…But then the fucker shook his head.

“I’m not done.”

He ripped off her panties, spread her folds with his thumbs, and proceeded to drive her insane. His tongue licked, lapped, and stabbed. His mouth clamped around her clit and suckled gently. She tried pushing his head away and wriggling from under him. Suddenly, psychic hands shackled her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Oh, you motherfucking bastard!”

He didn’t seem at all offended. He simply held her hips in place as he continued to feast. So she cursed him and threatened him and swore she’d never suck his cock again. That actually made him chuckle. And, oh God, that low velvety rumble shot up her pussy, vibrated through her body…and then she was coming. Hard and fast and he lapped up every drop.

She literally melted into the mattress, but her pussy still burned and contracted – as if only the feel of his cock in her would give her the satisfaction she needed. She heard the ripping of a foil wrapper and then his body settled over hers. She opened one eye. “Go away. I don’t like you anymore.”

Knox smiled. “I’m still having you. And you’ll take it.” Tilting her hips, he began to smoothly sink inside, making her eyes snap open as they swirled from azure blue to pure gold. She was so fucking hot and slick and his. Demons were possessive beings, but he’d never in his life been possessive of another person until Harper. There was a primitive satisfaction in knowing he had rights to her. No one had ever belonged to him before. But this female was his. Nothing anybody did would ever change that. Not even she could.

Harper shuddered at the delicious pressure of his cock pushing inside her. The psychic fingers – the same ones still restraining her hands – had left her so seriously sensitive that she was aware of every ridge and vein, and every thick long inch of him as his body stretched and filled hers. Her pussy fluttered and clamped around him almost possessively, and a groan slid between his clenched teeth.

Finally balls-deep in her, Knox took a moment to revel in the fact that he was the first demon to possess her. “I’ve needed to be in you since the second I first saw you.” And now he had her exactly where he wanted her. He fucked in and out of her like he needed her pussy to survive. She was small but she’d taken all of him, fit perfectly around him.

Harper moaned as he sucked hard on her pulse, but when he followed it up with a hard bite, she growled, “Stop leaving marks all over me!” She tensed as Knox stilled, his eyes bled to black – oh shit – and a hand clutched her breast in a tight, possessive hold. It shouldn’t have hurt, but the flesh beneath its fingers began to prickle and burn. The pain somehow became pleasure; a pleasure that was intensified by the demon’s rough, hard thrusts. “I want Knox,” she told it nervously.

The demon smiled, as if that was what it had been waiting to hear. Then it retreated.

Knox got to his knees, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and powered into her. She arched into his thrusts, making those husky little moans that played over his skin and made his cock throb. “Make me come, Harper. Now.” Her pussy spasmed and tightened around him as a scream tore from her throat. He exploded with a harsh curse as her body milked every ounce of come from his cock.

His body was still shaking from the force of his release when he slipped out of her and rolled onto his back. In the time he’d taken to get rid of the condom, she still hadn’t moved. He didn’t realize why until she spoke.

“Knox, can I have my hands back now?”

Smiling, he released her from his psychic hold.

As Harper rubbed and flexed her arms to get rid of the stiffness, she caught sight of something odd. And she bolted upright. “What’s that?”

“Don’t panic.”

It was like some kind of tattoo – a black swirly tattoo that circled her breast and had thorns on it. “Your demon branded me?” Knox just nodded, like she’d asked if he wanted a cup of coffee. Branding was something inner demons did when they felt very possessive of something.

“From what I understand about brands, they fade once the inner demon withdraws from the person it branded.”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I’m not. My demon’s never branded anyone before.”

“It doesn’t bother you that it did it now?” He didn’t look the least bit irritated.

“Why would it?” Pushing her onto her back, Knox draped himself over her. As he traced the brand with his finger, he found that he liked the look of it on her skin. “Why does it bother you so much?”

She arched a brow. “And you would have been totally okay with my demon rising during sex and branding you without your permission?”

“You know what I think?” he said softly. “I think you don’t like the idea of anyone laying any sort of claim to you. And I think that’s not because your pride balks at it, but because no one’s ever really laid a claim to you before” – not even her parents, the fuckers – “and so you don’t know how to deal with it.” Maybe somebody else would have denied that, refused to admit any kind of weakness, but he knew Harper wouldn’t.