“Shush. Take it.” Knox worked the psychic fingers in and out of her, fueling the fiery ache he’d sparked inside her pussy. Her mouth was sheer fucking heaven and he couldn’t help but savor it. He’d taught her what he liked, and she always gave it to him. But when he felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine, he knew he had to stop her. “Enough, baby.”

Harper almost sobbed as the psychic fingers dissipated, making her pussy tingle and throb. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he really was going to get bitch slapped.

“Up,” Knox ordered. The sight of her gorgeous mouth all red and swollen made his cock pulse. “Do you want my cock in you, baby?”

She swallowed against the urge to tell him to fuck her now or go fuck himself. She knew one word would get her exactly what she wanted. “Please.”

Knox shot to his feet, lifted her, and pinned her against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slammed home; burying himself balls-deep in one smooth, possessive thrust. Her pussy – blazing hot and deliciously slick – clamped and rippled around his cock, and what little control he had left simply went.

Harper dug her nails into his back as he pounded in and out of her, stretching her hypersensitive walls. His dark eyes bore into hers, blazing with raw need. He was brutal and relentless. He was also parting her slick folds so he hit her clit with every feral thrust. Bastard. She was wound so tight, she could burst. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” growled Knox. Her eyes bled to black, and the flesh on his back beneath her hands heated and prickled, but the pain instantly became pleasure. He was being branded, he instantly realized. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fingers digging into her thighs, he hammered into her harder. Faster. Deeper. Those black eyes blinked, turning sapphire blue once again. “Make me come, Harper,” he rumbled against her mouth.

The words were like a trigger. Harper shattered with a scream, tightening her legs around him just as her pussy squeezed and milked his cock. She felt him swell inside her, and then his spine snapped straight as he exploded. Harper sagged over him, quaking with little aftershocks.

Knox kissed her neck as she came down from her orgasm. “We need to get to the mirror so I can find out what it looks like.”

It was only then she recalled that her demon had branded him. “I’m curious myself.” Their demons were bold and very possessive, so she doubted it would be at all understated.

Knox gently set her on her feet and turned off the spray. He wrapped a towel around her before grabbing one for myself. Then he angled his back to the mirror so he could see the brand. It was more like an extension of the one on his nape and expanded across both shoulders. It was masculine and tribal with solid black lines and pointed curves.

Rubbing her hair with a small towel, Harper said, “It makes you look even more like a bad-ass than you already do.” It was pretty hot, in her opinion. “Like it?”

Sensing that she was a little nervous about his answer, Knox turned to her and drew her close. “What do you think?”

Judging by the rock-hard cock now digging into her stomach… “I think you kind of like it. Or, at least, you like that the demon branded you.”

He brushed his mouth across hers. “I like both. And I really like this nipple ring.” He thumbed it through the towel. “I’m going to enjoy playing with it. Often.”

“As long as those psychic hands don’t start playing with it in public.” Her eyes narrowed as a lopsided smile curved his mouth. And she knew she’d just stupidly planted that idea in his head. She should just slap herself. Really.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

For Harper, everything about this particular spa created a serene, peaceful, and deliciously restful atmosphere. Not just the warm and cozy décor, but the incense burners, the relaxing soundtracks, the herbal aromas, the low lighting, and the snug fluffy robes. But right then, she wasn’t feeling restful. In fact, as Belinda stood at her side reading out the itinerary for the next day, Harper just wanted to whack the she-demon around the room with her own clipboard.

Harper was at the spa for a reason – a surely perfectly obvious reason: to relax. Simple.

Of course, it wasn’t an easy thing when she was extremely conscious that the shindig would begin the following evening. By some miracle, though, Harper had been relaxing. As the massage therapist had kneaded and stretched her skin with fingers coated in a tingling oil, her body had loosened until she was like melted wax against the padded table.

Now she was clasping the edges of said table to stop herself from taking a swipe at the cambion, who had barged into the private room with her little clipboard firing out reminders… as if there weren’t four half-naked women being massaged right in front of her.

She wouldn’t let Belinda get to her. She wouldn’t. Inhaling a deep breath that was filled with citrus, Harper concentrated on the hands that were working magic on her muscles and the feel of the warm stones on her back. Her muscles were a little sore, thanks to her last flying lesson. God bless spas and —

“Are you even listening to me?” asked Belinda.

Harper sighed. “Honestly? No.”

Belinda planted one balled up hand on her hip. “The event takes place tomorrow evening. There is still a lot that needs to be done.”

Devon groaned in annoyance. “You do realize we brought Harper here to get her mind off all that stuff, right?”

Belinda gave Devon a haughty look. “This is much more important than a massage. These things need to be addressed now if the event is to run smoothly.” She turned back to Harper, but her gaze was on her clipboard. “A beauty team will arrive in the afternoon to take care of your hair, make-up, and other such things.”