“Personally, I don’t much care what other people think. But I do care that people might believe I don’t trust in my ability to protect you.”
Harper sighed, and her shoulders drooped. “When’s the parade scheduled for?”
“A week’s time.”
And that meant her stomach would be even bigger for the event. Great. “I’ll go, but I can’t promise I’ll last long or that anyone who upsets me will walk away unscathed.”
“Don’t worry; I don’t think anyone will really want to tangle with a pregnant she-demon.” Hormonal and intolerant, they didn’t deal with bullshit well at all. Harper was impatient with bullshit at the best of times.
“I’m gonna need a new dress.”
“Most women wouldn’t utter those words with irritation.”
“I’m not most women. I’m also not in the mood to go to the mall. My back hurts and my joints ache.”
He gently rubbed her back. “So have Raini pick something up for you, like you did when you needed a dress for the announcement.”
Raini was indeed good at choosing outfits for people. Harper wondered if part of the reason the succubus enjoyed choosing pretty clothes for others was that she very rarely bought any for herself.
“Fine,” relented Harper, smoothing her hands up his chest. “But I expect a chocolate reward of some kind.”
“I can arrange that.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Tomorrow.” Another kiss. “Now we shower.”
“I’d rather play Naked Twister.”
He laughed. “Keeping up with your sex drive might kill me.”
“There are worse ways to die.”
There were indeed. “You know what I just realized?”
A shiver worked through Harper at the sound of his “sex voice”. It was all dark, dominant, and hypnotic. “What?”
He scraped his teeth over her earlobe. “We haven’t christened the closet.”
Harper swallowed. “That’s a bad oversight on our part. Terrible, even. I’m thinking we should rectify it.”
“It wouldn’t be right if we didn’t.” Thrusting his hands into her hair, he kissed her. Licked into her mouth. Sucked on her tongue. Bit at her lip. Took and tasted and dominated. All the while, he was backing her into their room and then through to the closet. Stopping near the sofa, he said, “I want what’s under these clothes. Take them off.”
A little dazed by that hot, heavy kiss, Harper nonetheless managed to shed her clothes without stumbling or losing her balance. She was rather chuffed with herself for that. “This is the part where you get naked too.”
He skimmed his knuckles down the column of her throat. “There’s something I like about you being naked while I’m fully clothed. I don’t know what it is.” He closed his hand around her breast, squeezing it just the way she liked. She arched into him, gripping his arms. “I’m going to fuck you, Harper. I want you to come hard for me. Want you to feel my cock throbbing inside you. Want you to feel my come shooting deep in you. But first, I want to watch you suck my cock.” He tipped his chin at the black leather sofa behind her. “Sit.”
Well now. Engines revving like crazy, Harper backed into the sofa and sat.
Knox moved to her. Without being asked, she undid his fly – not quickly and clumsily, but slowly and deftly. His cock sprang out, but she didn’t move. She waited for his direction. He slid his fingers through her hair. “You can be such a good girl when you want to be, can’t you?”
Harper smiled. Oh, she could be a very, very good girl. It just didn’t happen often.
Bunching her hair in his hands, Knox tugged. “Open for me.” She did, and he thrust into her hot mouth. “Suck hard. That’s it.” He didn’t need to tell her what to do or how to do it. She knew exactly what he liked and exactly how he liked it. And she gave it to him. Danced her tongue around his cock. Sucked hard enough to make her cheeks hollow. Swallowed so that he felt her throat contract around him.
Using his grip on her hair to hold her still, he took over and fucked her mouth. She didn’t object, didn’t fight him. Didn’t move other than to drag her nails down the back of his thighs. He felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine and knew he had to stop. Pulling out of her mouth, he snatched her head back and traced her swollen lips with his finger. “How wet are you?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“I think I will. Up.” He helped her stand and kissed along her neck. “I want to know how wet you are. Show me.”
Understanding, Harper dipped her finger inside her and then held it up to him. Eyes locked with hers, he took the glistening finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. She licked her bottom lip, watching as the raw need in his dark eyes flared. God, she hoped he didn’t start teasing her. Since reaching the last stage of the pregnancy, she’d had a quicker trigger than usual. Right then, she needed to be fucked. Not teased. Not toyed with. Fucked.
“Kneel on the sofa and hold onto the back.”
Doing a happy dance in her head, Harper turned and did as he’d asked. She let her eyes close as he dragged his tongue up her spine, ending his journey with a nip to her nape. “Knox —” Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he sank a finger inside her and swirled it around.
“Soaking wet, exactly how I like you.” He twisted her hair into a ponytail, jerked her head back, and drove his cock deep into her pussy. He swore as her walls squeezed him tight and she let out one of those throaty moans that made his balls ache. “I love that sound. Let’s see if we can make you do it again.” He slowly pulled back and then plunged inside her. “And there it is.”
Knox rode her hard. Pumped into her fast and deep, like he’d never get enough. And he never would. Never. He’d always need and crave her, crave this. It wouldn’t matter if they were together years, decades, centuries – the longing that burned inside him for her would never leave. And he never wanted it to.
As her pussy started to quake around his cock, he stilled and gave a slight tug on her hair. “Not yet. You don’t come until I’ve come, and I’m not ready to leave this pussy yet.”
Harper shook her head, sure she couldn’t hold on for long. “This is gonna happen with or without you, big guy.”
“Wait for me,” he rumbled into her ear. He knew she would. Knew she’d hold on if he asked her to. Knew she’d do it just because it pleased him, and he fucking loved that.
Harper hissed as his teeth dug into her neck and he started plowing into her again. Not because the bite hurt, but because she liked the sting of pain and it pricked at the orgasm she was fighting. Each slam of his cock was smooth, sure, and possessive. Every now and then, he’d slow his pace and give a few gentle thrusts, but then he’d resume pumping into her fast and hard – keeping her off balance. “Knox, seriously, I can’t fight it.”
“But you will.” He thrust harder, gritting his teeth as her pussy heated and tightened. His own release came tumbling towards him, and Knox’s fingers bit into her hip. Yanking on her hair, he erupted inside her, growling, “Now.”
Harper let go of the stranglehold she’d held on her orgasm. The friction within her snapped like an elastic band. Her release blasted through her, violent and intense. She screamed, riding it out until, left with the strength of a noodle, she slumped over her sofa.
Knox kissed the back of her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her pussy fluttering around him as she came down from her orgasm. “You okay?”
“Your cock is awesome.”
Startled, he chuckled.
Harper just smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse that gave her an incredible view of the Underground, Harper bit her lip. “They really didn’t have to do all this.”
Knox came up behind her and rested his hands on her stomach as he nuzzled her neck. “The lair’s excited for us. They want to show their support.”
“Well, they’ve certainly showed it.” There were balloons, streamers, and congratulations banners everywhere. The Underground was packed. The sidewalks were crowded with pedestrians that stood shoulder to shoulder behind the ropes. Some balanced children on their shoulders while others encouraged their kids to sit on the curb. A few groups of juveniles had climbed onto the rooftops of the stores, where they could get a better view.