There was a loud hiss.

Eyes narrowing, Harper mouthed, “That was mean.”

“She can do better than you, Thorne.”

“And you think you would be better for her? Someone who put his need for a high before the needs of her?” Knox sounded mildly curious, toying with Drew.

“So maybe she can do better than both of us,” Drew allowed.

“She can. She’s singular. Extraordinary. No one in the world could compare to her. And she’s mine. I can’t stress enough just how important it is that you accept that. I’ve killed people for lesser reasons, and I would rather enjoy killing you. Don’t tempt me any more than you already have done.” Knox ended the call and slipped the phone back into her jacket pocket.

Face hard, Harper clipped, “Was that whole ‘she’s about to get fucked on my office desk’ really necessary?” She was annoyed with Drew, but she didn’t want to aggravate the situation.

“Yes, it was. For three reasons. One, I want him to have that image in his head just I have his memories of you in my head. Two, he needs to get the message that you’re mine and only mine.” Knox smoothed his hand up her thigh and dropped his voice an octave. “Three, you are about to get fucked on my desk.” He’d been imagining it since she first walked into his office, and he wasn’t going to let Clarke’s call mess with his plans.

“Oh, is that a fact?” Harper thought she did a good job of sounding disinterested, even as her body reacted to his dominant tone—heating, flushing, and practically humming with anticipation. It knew what that tone meant and was trained to respond to it.

“Yes, it’s very much a fact.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I—” She gasped as he cupped her pussy hard above her jeans and pushed up with his palm.

“What have I told you, baby? Never keep what’s mine from me.”

Harper swallowed. His words were soft and gentle, but they carried a wealth of steel. He stroked her pussy, rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand and, God, that felt good. He’d been rough and demanding with her lately because Drew’s behavior was grating on his possessive streak. It was understandable. It also got her fucked a lot.

Knox’s mouth grazed her ear. “Countless times I’ve imagined spreading you out on my desk. Just as I’ve imagined you kneeling between my legs, sucking me off, right here in my office.” Sinking his hands into her hair, he plundered her mouth. Greedily feasted and savored until he was sure his head would spin. “Love this mouth. My mouth.” He angled her head and kissed her deeper. Hungrier. Claimed and possessed her lips just as he intended to possess her body. “Stand up, Harper.”

She should say no, Harper thought. She should tell him he didn’t need to constantly remind her that she was his. She should—

“Baby.” Again, his voice was soft, but there was steel there.

Standing, she sighed. “Look, Knox. You don’t have to keep … ” She sort of lost her train of thought as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, and looked almost aggressively hard. She felt herself go damp.

“Don’t have to keep what?” Fisting his cock, Knox pumped it once. Twice.

“Nothing.”

Knox spread his legs wider. “Come here, baby. I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He watched her reflexively stiffen. Watched her fight down the urge to defy him. “That’s my good girl.” To reward her, he thrust a psychic finger into her pussy and swirled it around, wrenching a soft moan out of her. Then he let it dissipate, giving her a look that said if she wanted more, she’d have to work for it. “Now do what I told you to do.” Placing her hands on his thighs, she slowly got to her knees. He swept her hair away from her face and said, “Very good.”

The moment Knox released his cock, she reached for it. She got a tight grip on the base, but she didn’t suck as he’d expected. She proceeded to torture him instead. Licked, nibbled, scratched, and stroked his dick, balls, and perineum until the muscles in his thighs bunched tight enough to ache. He hissed as she circled the head of his cock with her tongue and then flicked his frenulum just right.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Quit playing, baby, I don’t have the fucking patience for it right now.” She didn’t make him wait any longer. She took him into her mouth and sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. He groaned. “That’s it.”

Using his hold on her hair, Knox guided her movements, forcing her to suck at his pace; knowing just how deep she could take him before she choked. At the same time, he drove a psychic finger in her pussy and began to finger-fuck her. Her soft moans vibrated around his cock, making him ache to be in her. “Fuck, baby, that’s good.” So good he felt a telling tingle in his balls and knew he couldn’t take any more.

Snatching her head back, he traced her lips with his finger. “I like how swollen your mouth is right now.” He also liked how flushed her cheeks were. Liked that he could smell her arousal even from there. “Stand up and strip for me.” Rising fluidly, she kicked off her shoes and then shed her shirt and jeans. Knox grabbed the gusset of her panties and began pulling them down her legs. “Look how wet you made your panties, baby.” He held them up to show her, and her eyes flared. “Want me to eat you, Harper?”

A fine tremor worked through her body as he let the psychic finger dissipate inside her. “You know what I want,” she said, voice shaky.

“To come.”

Harper blinked, taken off guard, as psychic hands clasped her hips and lifted her. They propped her on the edge of the desk and then spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy. The cool air purring out of the air conditioner blew over her pussy. The way he stared at it—hungry, intense, like a predator that had honedin on its prey—made her inner walls quiver.

With a wave of his hand, Knox shoved aside the objects on the desk. “Lay back. Good girl.” He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. “Don’t come.”

Harper’s back arched as he pushed his face into her pussy and swiped his tongue between her folds. Jesus, that felt good. He sank his tongue inside her, tasting and swirling and scooping up every bit of cream. She moaned, bucking her hips, needing more.

Thanks to his psychic finger, her pussy felt on fire and was unbelievably sensitive. Each lick of his tongue both soothed and fed the blazing ache. Her orgasm was creeping toward her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she tipped over the edge. “Knox, no more.”

His fingers tightened on her thighs, and the bite of pain brought her release that little bit closer. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the need to come. But it became harder and harder to fight as his mouth just kept on devastating her pussy.

“I love how you taste.” Like warm, sweet honey. Knox’s tongue did a little foray over the brand in the V of her thighs and then lapped at her once more. “Addictive.” He latched on her clit and suckled gently.

Hissing, Harper reached down to grab a tuft of his hair. She missed, because he rose to his feet. His predatory gaze raked over her, heating her even more, and his mouth then quirked in pure masculine satisfaction. That smugness should have rankled, but she was too damn turned on to care. “Why am I naked when you’re fully dressed?”

“Because I want you to be, baby.” Knox yanked her to him as he thrust forward, ruthlessly slamming his cock home. He closed his eyes as her pussy clamped around him like a hot fist, squeezing and rippling. Nothing in his life had ever felt better than his mate’s pussy—inferno hot and deliciously slick—wrapped so tight around him.

Knox closed his hands around her breasts and squeezed the creamy mounds. He could feel her heart beating through her pussy. “Hook your legs over my shoulders, baby. Good girl.” He fucked her hard. Brutally rammed into her like there was a fever in his blood. Because there was. Her. She was the fever.