Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
KNOX
As soon as the chain loosened around my neck, I was able to rip one wrist free.
Thistle bolted instantly.
I tore myself from the chains and ripped the gag from my mouth. My growl vibrated in my chest as I dived after her, but my fist closed in thin air.
She was off the bed in a second with a shriek, scrambling to catch herself as she flew toward the door.
Sanity blinked out of existence as I launched from the bed, pulse roaring in my ears.
It was a pure, primal chase, and my blood flashed hot.
Time behaved oddly, flickering like an old film. My shoulder slammed into the wall as I careened out of the room so fast I couldn’t stop.
Thistle was running, bare-legged and wearing an oversized top, raven hair flying behind her. She was a siren, and I would ruin her like she’d ruined me.
I sprinted after her, gaining ground easily. She seemed to realise that, because she threw herself through the first open door she saw. I caught myself on the doorframe to my own bedroom, watching as she scrambled around the couch that faced my TV.
I slammed the door behind me and made for the couch, pulse flighty, breath heaving.
She took a step back, eyes darting around and finding no easy escape.
“Technically,” she said, voice wobbling, “You never told me not to do any of that stuff.” She was rambling as I prowled closer. “And I said I needed more rules at the start. You should have been more specific.”
I bared my teeth, and she froze, gaze fixed on my expression as if she knew how close I was to losing it. I wasn’t unaware of the fact that frosted moonflower was edged with much more anticipation than fear.
She took one more stuttering step away, and I pounced, leaping right over the couch with ease. She screamed, turning and hopelessly making for the bathroom.
Within seconds, her hair was in my fist as I dragged her back to the couch.
The moment my skin touched hers, I lost another few seconds. In a blur, I’d bent her over the back of the couch and attached the cuffs to her wrists behind her.
“P-please don’t hurt me, Daddy…” The words came out in a nervous whine as I shoved up her shirt. That title made me rock hard in an instant as she continued pleading. “You said you were saving our first time for something special. Was that not special enough?”
I felt the rumble of a laugh in my chest. She was the biggest brat I’d ever fucking met.
Drag her to the basement.
Make Rogue fucking watch.
A low growl rolled up my throat. He already had. He’d probably fucking like it.
So instead, I clamped my hand over her mouth, bending forward and dragging her closer against me as I freed my cock with my other hand. “You decided you were going to fuck me without asking, Doll,” I growled in her ear, positioning my feet between hers so she was forced to keep her legs spread, pinned by my weight. She let out a strangled gasp as I slammed into her. Then I bowed over her, teasing her with my knot and held her against my chest, feeling her shaking as I consumed her completely. “Now you’re going to take my punishment like the good little fuck toy that you are.”
It was the first time I’d claimed her like this, and I wasn’t too proud to admit the experience might actually be heightened by the sting on my shaft where her teeth had drawn blood.
She thought I was angry, which I should be. But all I felt was a thrill that I had her mark and she was mine.
Our connection was lighting up the places on my skin she’d run over with that cloth. I knew she had been mirroring my aftercare, trying to get herself out of trouble, but I’d never been touched like that in my life. It had flipped a switch, and a thousand instincts were all tumbling out.
She was mine .
Keeping my hand over her mouth, I drew out and slammed in, loving the little squeak of shock she let out.
She shuddered as I slammed in again. “You’re squeezing me so good, Doll.”
THISTLE
I couldn’t move an inch as Knox’s shaft slammed deep into my core.
My wrists were cuffed, legs spread, body bent, forced over the couch even as his fist dragged me into an arch by my neck.
Bliss made me heady, lust and obsession colliding dizzyingly. Every breath was a storm of ink and antique wood, a scent on the edge of a rut.
And it was a claim returned for the first time.
I had claimed him, and now... I groaned as he drew out, leaving me feeling empty before he drove back into me.
Mine!
He’s gonna be ours too, Bunny!
Did that mean, one day I was gonna have them both at the same time?
Fuck, I almost climaxed just thinking about it.
Knox was everywhere, and each brutal thrust was a claim on my body.
He sped up, dragging me up and pinning me against his chest, fist around my throat as he drove into me again.
I felt his teeth graze my neck over the healing marks his teeth had left. His growl vibrated against my skin, and the sound pushed me closer to the edge as he thrust into me.
I finished with him, an orgasm crashing in, and I seized from head to toe, desperate sounds escaping my chest as his hot seed filled me.
Knox wasn’t done, though.
Next thing, I was being lifted and set on the bed on my back. His fingers found my clit in seconds, circling aggressively, his other hand clamping over my mouth.
I bucked against him, eyes wide as another vicious orgasm began to build in my core, ignoring how spent my body was.
His burning caramel eyes pinned me in place, a growl rising in his chest as I struggled against him, overwhelmed.
“You’re mine, Little Doll. If I want to watch you come apart again, I’ll play with you until your body gives out.”
I whined, exhausted body not a match for how warm and fuzzy those words made me.
He kept up the pressure, even as I bucked against him, but he didn’t let me go until another violent orgasm left me shaking.
It felt safer now than it ever had. Enjoying the rush of pleasure from orgasms that no longer hurt.
Earlier, as I’d sunk over his length with him chained before me, he hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Even furious as he was, there was lust in his scent.
Need and want that had matched even Rogue’s.
It was so different from Dan and his pack, who had never cared if I wanted it. Didn’t care if I hurt. So different from Ace, who always pressed my face into the sheets like he couldn’t bear to look at me.
His hand dropped as he adjusted my hips on the edge of the bed.
His fingers dipped into my core, and I shivered, arching toward him again. With two fingers still present, his tip nestled against me.
“Beg me,” he told me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, not even hesitating. “I want you.”
He slid in slowly, not removing his fingers, and my eyes rolled back as I felt him fill me up inch by inch.
He bowed over me, adjusting when he was fully in. I whimpered as he shifted his fingers, pumping them into the tight space a few times while I was already stretched out by his girth.
Then he withdrew them, straightening on the bed and grabbing my thighs.
He spread them, gaze fixed between my legs as he pumped into me a little. “Your sweet cunt is so pretty, taking all my punishment,” he told me, making me moan as he stretched me out on his knot just a little.
A promise.
Then he pulled out just as gently.
He fucked me like that for a while longer, gentle and passionate in a way I’d never had. Then his knot pressed against my entrance for the second time today, and I wriggled against him.
He grinned, drawing back and driving in, rocking against me until his lip caught in his teeth.
With a groan, he sank back in, knot finally stretching me out again. I took a breath, adjusting to it with a whine as he finished, and I shuddered with an orgasm that was much more soothing this time.
A comfortable and calm buzz as he locked within me.
He lowered himself, teeth grazing my nipple as he rode out the dregs of his own climax. “You’re mine, Little Doll.”
He purred as he ran his lips over my neck and jaw, so gentle and loving. I hummed, dazed and happy.
I now knew the truth.
Rogue had no problem joining a pack with Knox. It was the opposite that might be an issue—so I had to get Knox on board first.
Then I’d go for Rogue’s bite and hope Knox was desperate enough.