“Roll over.”

Knowing he just wanted to look at his brand while he fucked her, Harper almost rolled her eyes. “Will you just fuck me already?”

“I won’t tell you a third time, baby.”

“But I want—”

He slapped her clit. “Right now, this isn’t about what you want. You’re here to make me come. To satisfy me. Once you’ve done that, you’ll get what you want.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You mother—”

He gave her clit another slap. “Last chance to do as you’re told, baby.”

Grinding her teeth to hold in the stream of curses going through her head, Harper slowly rolled over.

He stroked over the brand on her ass. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now arch your back. Push your ass in the air. Good girl.” Knox lodged the head of his cock in her pussy, and they both sucked in a breath. She was so hot and tight and deliciously slick that he could have come right then. “All mine.” He slammed home.

Harper’s breath got caught in her throat as she found herself stuffed full of his long, hard cock. He felt almost impossibly thick as he stretched and filled her until it almost hurt. She could feel him throbbing inside her. What she needed was to feel him coming inside her.

His body folded over hers. “Feel good?”

She nodded, nipples tightening at the weight of his hard body and the graze of his teeth on her throat. She felt crowded. Unable to move. But she liked it.

Bunching her hair in his hand, Knox snatched her head back. She moaned, pussy contracting around him. A low growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t come.”

Harper fisted the bedsheets as he pounded into her pussy, riding her so hard he took her breath away. All the while he grunted and whispered in her ear, telling her how good her pussy tasted, how he loved going down on her, how he loved that no one else would ever have her.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he gritted out as her pussy tightened and fluttered around him. He slid his hand around her body and thumbed her clit.

Harper groaned. “Oh, God.”

“Don’t come yet.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What?” He couldn’t play with her clit and expect her not to come! But he did. He thumbed, circled, plucked, and rubbed at it until she wanted to cry. “You bastard!” She couldn’t hold back. She just couldn’t. She—

He pulled out.

Harper blinked. “What the—”

Knox flipped her onto her back, slid a hand under her ass, and tilted her hips just right. “Wrap me up tight, baby.”

She locked her limbs around him, and then he was fucking in and out of her like he’d never get enough. She clawed at his back, relishing every hard slam of his cock, wanting more—always more. His teeth scraped over the hollow beneath her ear just as an icy-cold psychic finger stroked her clit just right.

“Come,” Knox rumbled.

White-hot pleasure lashed through Harper like a whip of lightning as she came with a silent scream. He bit out a harsh curse against her neck as he hammered into her even harder, his pace furious, his cock filling her to bursting, making the headboard slam against the wall. She felt pure power gather in his muscles just before he jammed his cock deep and exploded inside her, his hot come splashing her quaking inner walls.

It could have been minutes or hours that they lay there, panting, shuddering. She didn’t mind having him slumped over her. Liked that she could make him so sated he was reduced to a dead weight. “You bring real game to this sexual relationship,” she slurred.

Shoulders shaking, he slid a hand under her back and then rolled, taking her with him. “You’ve got enough ‘game’ of your own.” Skimming his fingertips down her spine, he asked, “You okay?”

“Will be when I can feel my legs again. Playing with my clit and ordering me not to come was just plain mean.”

“It made you come like a fucking freight train, though.”

“I really wish I could argue that.” He chuckled, but the sound cut off fast, making Harper frown. She felt the echo of his telepathic conversation. Felt as he began to tense beneath her. But she didn’t speak until she was sure the conversation was over. “Who was it?”

“Keenan,” replied Knox, expression grim. “They found where Alethea was staying.”

Well, damn.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Glancing around the living room, Harper raised her brows. “Even in this neighborhood, she couldn’t resist having her comforts, could she?”

The little house was in the exact sad state that you’d expect to find any house in such a rough, poverty-stricken area. Yellowed wallpaper was peeling from the walls. Black splotches tarnished the ceilings. Cheap, grubby carpets boasted dubious looking stains.

The furniture, however, was another matter. Honest to God, they were something out of a freaking palace, especially the classic, imperial gold sofa, matching chairs, and piano. As she and Knox strode through the house, they saw that the rest of the furniture was just as luxurious—particularly in the bedroom, with its royal bed and old-fashioned vanity set.

The contrast was just plain weird.

Around them, the sentinels and a number of the Force were examining the two-story house, searching for anything that might have belonged to Alethea’s ally and maybe help identify him. So far, they’d found nothing.

Taking a slow turn around the bedroom, Knox flicked her a brief look. “It surprises me that Alethea agreed to stay here, given how much of an elitist she was. The Horseman really did have her dancing to his tune.” Halting, he turned as Tanner and Larkin entered the room. “Any scents?” Knox asked the hellhound.

Jaw hard, Tanner shook his head. “I can’t even smell Alethea. This place has been ‘wiped’ clean somehow. It smells fresh as a fucking daisy. Like it was magickly cleansed.”

“If someone had the house cleansed, it had to have been the Horseman,” said Harper. “I mean, if Alethea had done it to cover her tracks before moving elsewhere, she’d have taken her stuff. Yet, all this furniture is here.”

“And the fancy wardrobe and drawers are full of clothes and shoes,” Larkin added. “Plus, the trinket box on the vanity is almost bulging with expensive jewelry. I can’t imagine why she’d have left all this behind.” The harpy sighed. “I’ve searched every drawer, shelf, cupboard, nook, and cranny. There isn’t a single clue that could lead us to the Horseman.”

“No, he’s done a good job of ensuring there’s no trace of him here,” said Knox.

Tanner tipped his head to the side. “I wonder why he didn’t remove all her stuff after her death.”

“Maybe he figured the people here would steal it and, in doing so, do the job for him,” suggested Larkin with a shrug.

Tanner pursed his lips. “Maybe.”

“She must have had someone teleport it all here,” said Harper. “If the locals saw this stuff being moved in here, she’d have been robbed within a week.”

Knox nodded. “I was just thinking the very same thing.”

“Knox!” Levi called out from downstairs. “You might want to come and take a look at this!”

Exchanging a look with Harper, Knox walked out of the room and then headed downstairs with his mate and the two sentinels behind him. He found Levi in the hallway, hanging out of a closet door. Crossing to the reaper, Knox realized that the closet led to a basement. “What is it?” Knox asked him.

“You need to see it for yourself,” said Levi.

Following the reaper, Knox descended into the dark space. The wooden steps creaked beneath his feet, and the banister shook as Knox slid his hand down its surface. He glanced at Harper over his shoulder. “Watch the banister, baby. It isn’t stable.”

“Neither is this staircase,” said Harper. The steps gave slightly, unable to fully support her weight. Stepping onto the cement floor, she frowned. No scents of must or mildew met her nose. It smelled just as fresh as the other floors, which meant that … “It’s been cleansed.”