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Knox helped her to ride it out until she was finished, and then he removed both his tongue and the knife. As he rose to his knees, she instinctively leaned forward and ran her tongue up along the small trail of blood to the cut on his collarbone. The coppery taste flooded her tongue, and she was unsure if she liked it or not, but Knox shivered in response, and his eyes flashed.

Lost in the moment, consequences be damned, she hooked her fingers in his boxers and tugged them down to his knees. He lifted himself to kick them off the rest of the way and she grabbed hold of the base before taking his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his piercing and then dragged her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, just the way he liked it. All thoughts of getting caught had fled, and her mind was solely focused on her new mate. Then, she took him as far down the back of her throat as she could, making herself gag. The hand not holding onto the knife went to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“Fuck,” he growled quietly.

She pulled her head back and swirled her tongue around the tip again before he shoved her back down and started rocking his hips against her, cursing under his breath. She peeked up at him, the sight of his obvious desires thickly etched in his features and tugging at his scar. She lived for it, wanted more of it.

Careful not to puncture the skin, she let her bottom teeth drag along the bottom of his cock again. He hissed, and his eyes flashed as he pumped into her mouth once, twice, and then he yanked her off of him. She licked her lips and wiped the mess of drool from her face.

Knox threw the knife to the foot of the bed and then backed her up to the headboard. There was a predatory air about him now as he stalked toward her. Her shoulders hit the cool wood, and she slid down a bit until she was propped up on her elbows once more, taking in every inch of her gorgeous and dangerous mate.

Without a word, he climbed on top of her, wrapping an arm around her waist and scooting her further down the bed. The fact that he could move her so easily was a major turn-on as she wasn’t a small girl. She had been worried about that at first and even wondered if that was why Drake was seemingly refusing to acknowledge what was between them. But Knox didn’t seem to mind and had the ability to make her feel sexy and wanted. Zeke too.

Knox snaked his hand underneath her head, gripped her hair, and snatched her head back. He started biting at her jaw as he rubbed his cock against her clit, working his way down her neck. Meanwhile, she was fighting like hell not to moan beneath him. One escaped, however, when he applied a little more pressure to her sensitive clit.

He covered her mouth with his and then bit her bottom lip in punishment. “Keep quiet, little bunny,” he warned as he positioned himself and slowly slid inside.

Her back arched against his chest, and her mouth fell open in a silent moan. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as she was still sore from earlier with all three of them and how rough they had been with her. Knox didn’t seem to care though as he suddenly began to plow into her over and over again, taking what was rightfully his.

His thrusts were hard, punishing, and the whole bed shook along with the nightstands. His grip on her was tight, and she knew that she’d end up with fingerprint-shaped bruises when they were done. Her nails raked down his back, and her teeth dug into her lip in order to remain quiet.

Knox lifted her leg over his hip and sunk deeper inside of her with a groan. At this new angle, she could feel the orgasm building faster and faster. Her breathing picked up pace, her nails drew blood, and her eyelids fluttered as she attempted to prepare herself for it.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded through clenched teeth. “I want to see you come apart.”

Once again, Amara did as she was told. Her eyes popped open, and her gaze locked on his. Within two more pumps of Knox’s hips, she was cumming around him. Her pussy ripped and tugged on his cock, and she stopped breathing just so that she could hold in her scream. All the while, she continued to rock her hips against his in order to ride out the earth-shattering orgasm.

He cursed under his breath again, and a few moments later, he stilled with a low, deep growl. She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her, filling her with his release.

They each took a few moments to catch their breath, and then Knox rolled off of her and onto the mattress. However, he made no move to get up and leave, even though he should. Instead, he gathered her into his arms so that her head was resting on his chest and sighed contentedly.

She should tell him that he needed to go, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do so. The thoughts of how bad it would be if they were caught filtered through her mind as her eyelids began to droop. But she decided that she would cross that bridge when she came to it. It wasn’t long before she began to drift off to sleep, listening to the steady beat of Knox’s heart.

Chapter Ten

Amara

Amara woke up to a sunbeam shining brightly through a crack in the curtains. Her eyelids opened a sliver to glare at the offending ray, and she would curse it if she wasn’t so comfortable. So warm. Far warmer than normal.

It only took her a second to remember that she was not alone. A small little stretch and Knox’s arms tightened around her. Not only that, but they were both naked. His hard stomach was pressed against her soft back, moving slightly as he took steady breaths.

Her eyes shot wide open. Having him show up in the middle of the night was bad enough, but having him there when the sun was up brought about a whole slew of fears.

She turned her head to get a look at him. His eyes were still closed, a peaceful and unguarded expression she hadn’t seen on him before now. He didn’t display the usual rough and damaged man she had come to know and develop feelings for.

The urge to trace his features, touch his scar, made her fingertips itch, but she tightened them into her palm to keep from doing so.

She wasn’t going to deny that, the more time she spent with the guys, the more she wished it could be as easy as just accepting them as her mates. But that wasn’t the case. Her situation was complicated and messy, and the last thing she wanted to do was bring that into the guys’ lives. Drake seemed to get that. It was Knox and Zeke who were the problem. Knox especially. He had already claimed her, marked her, and there was no reversing that.

Carefully, she turned in his arms. He stirred only a little, so she began to run her finger over some of the tattoos on his chest.

A part of her was grateful that he had done what he did. While he had taken away her choice in the matter, he had also made it clear that she was his and that he would do whatever was necessary to protect her. The question was: Could he and the guys really protect her from her father? And could she really trust them with the truth of his abuse?

“You’re staring,” Knox said sleepily. “Like what you see?”

She sighed a little. “I think you know by now that I do, Knox.”

He opened his eyes, and they zeroed in on his bite mark before he lifted his gaze back to hers. A satisfied smirk tilted the corners of his lips, and he placed a hand behind his head, accentuating his corded muscles. She couldn’t help but watch them ripple. “Look all you like. I’m not going anywhere.”

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