Possessiveness spurred him on, kept him driving deep and hard. His demon wanted to crawl inside her until she’d never be free of him. “It won’t matter how many times I have you,” Knox growled, “I’ll always want more of this pussy. My pussy.”

She flexed her hand, wanting to be free to touch him, to scratch him, to pull at his hair. “Let me go.” He shook his head, and her demon reached for the surface and glared at him. “Release me,” it ordered. But he didn’t, and Harper resurfaced with a snarl. The air chilled a little as his eyes bled to black, and the hairs on her nape stood on end as she looked at his demon. “Let me go.”

“No,” it told her in that disembodied voice. “You’ll take what you’re given.” It mercilessly powered into her at a frenzied pace. Where Knox always clung to his control, the demon didn’t. Each slam of his cock was rough and territorial. Knox resurfaced, and the pace and force of the thrusts eased just a little. But then the demon was back, and once again it was feverishly slamming into her. They repeatedly switched, each tormenting her with their own personal brand of fucking.

“Not gonna last,” she warned then.

With a growl, Knox leapt to the surface. “You’ll last because I want you to last.” He thrust harder, literally driving his point home. Violet eyes glared at him, calling him a bastard. “You like it when I don’t give you what you want. You like it when I just take what I want. Like you’re my little toy.”

Fuck if he wasn’t right, the asshole. It probably made her a little weird, but Harper had made her peace with that. She was about to demand that he just made her come for God’s sake, but then she felt it starting to happen again out-of-fucking-nowhere. And since she hadn’t waited for permission, there was a good chance she’d pay for that. “Don’t stop.” He was sadistic enough to do it, but his eyes softened.

“I won’t stop, baby.” Knox fucked her harder, faster, driving as deep as he could go. “Make me come, Harper.” Her pussy clamped down on him as her eyes went blind and she choked out his name, and Knox came so fucking hard it almost blew the head off his cock – it went on and on and on, so intense that it should have hurt.

Shuddering, he slumped against her, breathing hard. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can get you that ice cream you want.”

“I’m down with that,” she slurred.

Floating on her post-orgasm cloud, Harper was barely aware of him turning off the shower, grabbing towels, and carrying her into the bedroom. It wasn’t until he set her on her feet and began drying her off that she partially snapped out of her buzz. She tried to take over. “I can do it.”

“I know you can do it.” But he kept on patting her dry, and she made no more protests.

“You know, you really should —” Harper froze as a mind slid against hers. Unfamiliar. Small. Young. She gasped in wonder, gripping his arms. “Knox… I just felt the baby’s mind. It was the tiniest touch, but it was there.”

He stroked his hand over the small bump as he reached out with his mind, searching for another. And there it was. He gently “touched” it, felt an answering flutter.

“Did you feel it?”

He nodded, chest squeezing. “It has a vibe of… contentment.” Knox rested his forehead against hers. “I watched the scan and I’ve felt the baby move countless times, but touching the baby’s mind, feeling it respond… that’s something else altogether.”

She smiled knowingly. “And your protective levels just went up another notch, huh.”

“They did.” Knox curled his arms around her. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure that the baby stays content. I’m wondering if maybe all those endorphins rushing through you have mellowed it out. If so, it might be a sound idea to just spend the next twelve weeks fucking the hell out of you.”

“You’ll do that anyway.” Her stomach clenched as he gave her that lopsided smile that did interesting things to her body.

“You’re right. I will.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

At the knock on the door, Knox called, “Come in.” He looked up from the multiple computer monitors on his desk as Keenan strolled into his home office.

The incubus flicked a brief admiring glance at the three abstract art canvases of mechanical clockwork on the gray wall. “How was your vacation?”

“Good. Harper needed it.” She’d also enjoyed it enough to stay the full three weeks and had agreed to return there at some point. First, she naturally wanted to be sure that everything was ready for the baby.

Keenan nodded. “I just caught her on her way upstairs. She seemed happy, relaxed. Looks like the break did her good.” His brows lowered. “She was eating a raw carrot.”

Knox rubbed his nape. “Yeah, she’s had a few cravings lately. Mostly ice cream and raw carrots. I’m just hoping she won’t start wanting to eat them both at once.”

The sentinel shuddered at the idea. “Her stomach is more rounded. Amazing what a difference three weeks can make.”

“Rodgers warned us that things would move pretty fast after she reached week eighteen.” She was now twenty-one weeks pregnant and there was no way to hide it.

“She let me feel the baby kick.” Keenan grinned. “That kid’s feisty.”

Knox smiled in agreement. “Just like its mother.”

Keenan chuckled. “Yep. I’ll bet you’ll panic if it’s a girl.”

“Probably.” Knox placed his hands on the desk. “Moving onto the reason I called you here… what did you find out about Jonas’ girlfriend?”

“Her name is Kayce Willard. She’s from his lair, she lives with her roommate, she works as a model. And she’s missing.”

“Missing?”

“She hasn’t been seen by anyone since the night after the boardroom meeting.”

Knox swore.

“It could be that someone told her you suspect that she may have done some dirty magickal work for Jonas so she’s lying low for a while. Who could blame her? But it could also be that someone… disposed of her. I have members of the Force searching for her as we speak.”

Knox nodded in approval. “Anything else I should know?”

“Everything’s been pretty quiet. No disturbances within the lair. The studio hasn’t had any problems. McCauley has met with his grandparents three times since you left. He was his usual cold self, but they apparently didn’t seem put off by it. They also haven’t pressured Linda and Wyatt to give him up. In fact, according to Wyatt, they’ve been very cooperative and civil.”

“Good. Keep me updated on the Kayce Willard situation.”

“Will do.” With that, Keenan left.

Knox made a few calls and answered a few emails, catching up on some of the work he’d missed. Guessing that Harper was in the nursery, he rounded the U-shaped executive desk and left the office to seek her out. Hearing a noise downstairs, he followed it to the kitchen. But it wasn’t Harper he found sitting on a breakfast stool, drinking one of her strawberry smoothies while candy wrappers and empty chip packets littered the breakfast bar.

Knox sighed. “Lou, what are you doing here?”

The devil shrugged. “I was thirsty and a little peckish. Yes, I remember we had a chat about you not liking me just showing up, eating your food and stuff. Well, you chatted, looking at me with cruel intent. I think it was cruel intent. Could have been a promise of death. Maybe both. Although I would consider both at one time to be an excessive reaction.” He peeked around Knox’s body. “Where’s your mate?”

“I was about to go find her and – Wait, are you stoned?”

“No, of course not. Really. You can trust me. Drug users always tell the truth.”

Knox just sighed. He wasn’t sure what exactly humans expected the devil to look like, but Knox suspected that it wasn’t the version in front of him. Lou was wearing a baseball cap, scruffy jeans, sneakers, and a T-shirt that featured a picture of Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride. Knox didn’t know why, and he wasn’t about to ask.