Page 22 of Claimed By the Damned

“Then he can watch me fuck my girl,” he stated simply, a hint of violence to his voice.

Her breath lodged in her throat, and she wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or because of the way Knox’s touch made her feel. The danger of getting caught, along with the knife he was using on her, was confusing her and making her lose all sense of reason. She wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, and already, she could feel her resolve wavering.

“Knox, we can’t. Not here. It’s not a good idea,” she tried once more. Though, even she couldn’t hear the conviction in her words that time. He just had that effect on her it seemed.

“I like bad ideas,” was all he said as he lifted her shirt with the edge of the knife to expose her belly. The cooler air touched her skin, and goosebumps rose in response. He pushed her back down onto the bed and quickly straddled her thighs, using his knees to pin her arms. She was completely at his mercy now and, surprisingly, she found she rather liked it.

“You are going to get us killed,” she whispered in a last-ditch effort to get him to see reason.

Knox leaned forward and bit the edge of her jaw in response. “Then don’t make a sound, and no one will know I’m here. Can you do that, little bunny? Can you stay quiet while we play?”

A small gasp brushed past her lips and her thighs clenched in response. The now familiar heat grew in her belly at the thought of what he might do to her. Was he bat-shit crazy? Yes. And she couldn’t help but be turned on by it.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted after a while. “Maybe?”

He smiled against her skin as if accepting the challenge. “Let’s find out then.”

Shifting his weight, Knox pulled the leg of her shorts aside along with the hem of her panties. Once they were out of the way, he suddenly brushed her clit with the handle of the knife, taking her by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to actually use the knife on her.

Amara gasped and then had to bite her lip to keep from making any sound. He then dragged the handle down to coat it with her arousal before returning it to her clit, where he began rubbing it in small, slow circles. Despite it being hours ago, she was still very sensitive from their earlier escapades. Every nerve ending in her body became alert all at once, short-circuiting her brain.

This was wrong on so many levels. She should not be as turned on as she was by a knife being so close to such a sensitive area. Her mouth had gone dry, and she swallowed hard before trying to wiggle away from him, but he had her thoroughly pinned down and was far stronger than she was.

He tsked and pressed the handle harder against the tiny bundle of nerves, making her back arch involuntarily at the sensation as her fingers dug into her sheets.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his eyes flashing with deep interest and clear heat.

Her moan was her only answer because she didn’t know how to respond. Her rational mind knew that she shouldn’t like it, but her body was saying something completely different, a story told by the arousal now dripping out of her and onto the sheets. Something was wrong with her, she knew that now, but in that moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“So responsive,” he murmured, continuing the slow circles against her clit. “From what I recall last night, you don’t cum quietly. So, I’ll ask you again. Can you keep quiet, little bunny?”

His question fell on deaf ears. She was too lost to the sensations. The orgasm that was building was astronomical and was sure to tear her apart. But she welcomed it. However, when she didn’t respond to him, Knox had the audacity to stop just before her orgasm crested, making her squirm and growl in protest at being denied her release.

“Answer me, or I’ll stop and walk right out that door,” he threatened, leaning over her.

His threat had the opposite effect on her because her wolf became ravenous and irritated at being denied. Instead of giving in to him and telling him what he wanted to hear, she chose to deny him just to see how he liked it.

Her eyes narrowed at him and flashed with her wolf as she lifted her chin in defiance. “Go ahead and walk out then,” she challenged, a dangerous edge to her voice. “You shouldn’t be here anyway. I’ll just get myself off once you’re gone.”

Knox’s eyes narrowed in return, accepting her challenge, before he plunged the hilt of the blade inside of her. Her back flew off the mattress, her nails puncturing holes in her sheets at the sudden invasion, as he slowly began to fuck her with it.

“Nobody touches this pussy aside from me, Drake, and Zeke. Not even you,” he growled in warning.

“Like you can stop me,” she threw back at him. She liked the way he responded to her challenges and wanted to keep pushing him just to see how far he’d let her go. He didn’t disappoint.

He began shoving the knife in deeper and harder as if punishing her for her defiance. And she was loving every bit of it as crazy as it sounded. Her pleasure was building again, faster and faster until she felt like she was going to explode. Her eyes fluttered, and a moan lodged itself in her throat.

“Do I need to take you back to our apartment and pin you to the bed?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Because I will. And then, I will carve our names at the top of your pussy so that you’ll remember who the fuck it belongs to.”

The thought made her moan aloud, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Her pussy clenched around the handle of the knife as well, causing her to feel every edge and groove of it, only heightening her pleasure. She had little doubt that he’d follow through on that threat, and she was surprised that she wasn’t as opposed to it as she thought she would be. She had never been with someone that possessive of her before, and she found it hot as hell.

When she didn’t challenge him again, Knox bent down and swiped his tongue over her clit. She bucked against his mouth, the feeling of his knife and his tongue almost too much for her to handle. She abandoned trying to be quiet, and her moans seemed to push Knox even further over the edge.

Amara gathered herself up on her elbows to watch and then sucked in a breath when she spotted the small bead of blood at his collarbone. The blade was digging into his skin, and he… he was moaning. The sound vibrated against her, nearly making her see stars.

The sight had her clenching again as her arousal spiked. She forgot to breathe, and her toes curled as the pleasure continued to build. She was transfixed as she watched the small bead of blood roll down his chest before dripping onto her sheets.

At that moment, Knox nipped at her clit with his sharp teeth, and the handle of the knife hit just the right spot deep inside her. It sent her flying over the edge in an orgasm so big she nearly blacked out. Her head was thrown back, a loud moan stuck in her throat, while her arms began to shake from the exertion of holding her up.

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