Page 40 of Deal with the Devil

Someone was on her heels. The moon dipped behind the clouds and she was engulfed in the pitch black. Only the sounds of her heavy breathing and his boots crunching the ground filledthe air. She dove into the trees and pushed off from the scratchy tree bark. It cut into her palm. Amelia hissed as hot, sticky blood trickled down her palm.

However, just as soon as it happened, her palm healed. A flash of gold and purple magic stitched up her flesh and she gasped at the rush of soothing bliss that washed over her.

The price was that she never gets hurt.The words echoed in her brain. As long as she had this contract, she couldn’t get hurt. His magic sizzled over her flesh until her cut was gone. Winding around another tree, she heard a tree branch snap an inch behind her. Hands caught her by the back of the dress and she heard it tear before she felt the brunt force of a thick tree against her back. Knox scooped up the fabric in one fell swoop. Like wet tissue paper, it came free of her body and left her in a bralette and goose bumps. There was even less light than the darkened sky in the trees. If she wasn’t sure by the shape of his horns or the sound of him breathing that it was Knox, she wouldn’t know.

His fingers wrapped around the front wires of her bra and snapped it off her. The pain was dulled as magic wrapped around her torso and healed the sting. Knox’s fingers wrapped around her thighs and hoisted her up against the tree without mercy. Bark dug into her shoulders, marring her flesh. Magic stitched it up. He wrapped his teeth around her jugular and bit down, it healed before she even felt the bruise. His lips brushed up her neck to her ear, slamming his body against hers. “Well done, pet.”

“I liked that dress,” she spat, grabbing ahold of his shoulders for support.

“As if I won’t get more of them to chase you down in, what do you take me for?” He grunted, grinding his hips against her damp cunt.

Her head fell back, a hearty groan from her lips. Like a steal pipe pressed against her wet lips, she rutted back against himto relish the pressure. Her eager clit buzzed with delight at the scrape of his pants.

“Wrap your legs tight, pet. If you fall, I’ll fuck you against the leaves.”

Amelia did as she was told, feeling his hands drop away to undo his belt and pants. They were shoved off his hips and hit the forest floor with a heavy thud. One of his hands returned to bruise his fingers against her ass cheek while he guided his cock with the other. Once more that night, Knox sank himself into her. He moaned. A guttural, deep from his chest with no shame and no hesitation, moan that rattled the trees. The hand between them slapped against the thick trunk of the tree behind her. Leaves and tiny twigs fluttered down around them. They tickled her hair and bare shoulders as he slapped the tree once more.

“You’re mine, pet. Not just for twenty-four hours. You’re mine. For good.” He grunted as he bucked into her harder. Their foreheads touched and his breath brushed her cheeks. The tree whined and shook as he thrust sharply.

She gasped, “And you’re mine.”

He kissed her ferociously. Teeth tugging at her lips, smashing their mouths back together over and over till magic formed between them to seal up the bust he created. He broke the kiss and snarled, “Ask me what I want.”

She smirked, tugging on his lower lip. A hint of blood and something dark, rich, and delicious coated her tongue as she let go. “What do you want, Knox?”

“I want you to scream my name. I want the trees to shake from it and your throat to go hoarse. I don’t want it to heal, I want your throat to feel raw for hours. I want you to sleep in my bed and be there when I wake up.”

Amelia kissed away his confessions, devouring it and letting it sink into her skin. Knox dropped a hand between them circling her clit frantically. With every bite and rip and tear at her backfrom the tree bark, she was engulfed with a puff of magic and her skin made anew. She’d forever feel the touch of his magic against her skin as they crashed together as one. Amelia felt different this time. As she broke apart and shattered around him, screaming just like he wanted…something else washed over her. Her throat burned raw as she cried out his name, over and over. Magic settled into place, both of their orgasms mingling, and the deal was set in stone.

Chapter seventeen:

Knox

There’s nothing quite likethe peace of waking up to another person in bed who enjoys being there…and then having all that peace and quiet shattered like glass when a preteen, his mother, and the butler barged into the room.

“Mr. Knox, tell my mom I’m not going to school!”

“You’re going to school!” Penny snapped.

“Mrs. Calhoon, I must insist that leaving the house is incredibly dangerous.” Denver took up most of the doorway, giving Knox an apologetic look. The fiend cracked an eye open and peaked over the duvet at the gaggle of people inside his room. Amelia curled up more into him and stuffed the comforter over the entirety of her head.

“Danger or not, I’m not letting him miss a day of school. His education is in danger!” Penny hissed.

“Penny! Let him stay home from school!” Amelia croaked from under the blanket.

“Thank you, Aunt Am-crack!” Brayden cheered.

“Don’t you dare betray me like this. You know how important his grades are!” Penny glared at the lump under the blanket.

“Mrs. Calhoon, we can have a tutor here today to keep up with his studies…wait…today is Saturday? Correct?” Knox snatched up his phone and checked the screen. Indeed, it was Saturday. “What occult bullshit do you have him attending on a Saturday?”

“He’s not supposed to go today, you dickhead!” Penny huffed, putting her hands on her hips.

“We usually do my homework over breakfast, but I didn’t want to do it cause I’m not going back to school for a bit, isn’t that what you said?” Brayden waved at Knox flippantly.

“Why…is this…in my bedroom before ten am?” Knox grumbled.

“Am I going to school?” Brayden asked again.

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