Page 74 of Knight’s Salvation

Chaos’s big shoulders stiffened.

Lifting a hand in the air, she did some kind of signal with her fingers and the little army at her back started to move, drifting into the shadows. “I’ll see you around, knight.”

Then they were gone.

They all stood there stunned for several seconds. Rocco staggered to the front, his body battered and leaking from several injuries. He scrunched his face and rubbed a hand over his short mohawk. “Well, fuck me.”

Chaos hadn’t taken his gaze off the spot the now absent female had been. “Let’s get out of here.”

As they headed for the exit, dread raced up behind him, wrapped around him, and pulled him to a stop.

He watched his brothers take to the skies but didn’t follow. Sucking in a breath, he turned to face the male now standing behind him.

Dressed in a dark suit, tall and well built, he stood with hands loose at his sides, glossy black hair combed back, making his wide black eyes seem huge. He took Zenon in, a slow perusal from head to toe. There was curiosity in their depths, nothing else.

“It’s been a while, Zenon.”

“What do you want?”

“I think it’s time we had a talk, you and I.” That low raspy voice skittered across his skin, making the hair on his arms lift.

“We have nothing to discuss.”

He stepped forward and a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”

Mia woke to inky darkness,and though she couldn’t see or hear a thing, she felt his presence. Sitting up, she reached for the lamp. “Zenon?”

Rough hands appeared out of nowhere, stopping her. He made no sound as he climbed into bed, pulling her beneath him. His mouth came down on hers and she whimpered, opening for him without thought of resistance. She would never deny him, couldn’t, didn’t want to. Her need matched his, always. His tongue delved into her mouth, rubbing against hers, sucking, nipping, kissing her so deeply she felt dizzy with her hunger for him.

“Please, Mia. Please, princess,” he groaned as he slid rough, needy hands down over her waist and yanked up the T-shirt she wore. Her naked breasts grazed his chest, causing them to tighten and swell. He was naked, and his skin and hair were still damp from the shower.

“Lift your arms,” he rasped then pulled the soft fabric over her head. His warm breath gusted across her bare skin, rushing from between his lips and fanning the tips of her peaked nipples.

She moaned when his mouth came down on hers again and kissed him back greedily. As out of control as he seemed, she knew he was holding back, his body hard as stone, rigid from the effort of fighting back his instincts.

He was always gentle, almost reverent with her body, but this—this was different. There was neediness to his movements, a desperation she didn’t understand. Mia gasped when the hard ridge of his cock brushed her sex through her panties. He settled between her thighs, painfully hard and thick, his flesh so hot she felt branded by it.

He flexed his hips, rubbing up against her, and in minutes Mia was mindless with desire for him. Shoving the delicate fabric of her underwear to one side, he spread her open and massaged her aching center with thick, clever fingers, using the slickness of her arousal to slide over her highly sensitive clit repeatedly. “Please, Zenon. I need you.”

“So wet, princess. All mine.”

“Yes,” she groaned.

The sound of fabric tearing broke past their harsh breathing. He tossed aside the tattered remains of her panties then Zenon moved down, taking her aching nipple into his mouth and biting down. She cried out, trying to press her hips into his, needing him inside her. He removed his fingers and stopped her movements by lying heavily on top of her. Spreading her thighs, he used his weigh to keep her that way. His tight abs rested against her swollen sex, stopping her from moving, from reaching for the release she so desperately needed. He continued to torment her, sucking and nipping at her nipples until she was writhing and begging beneath him.

“Gonna fuck you now, Mia.” His voice was ragged, and his body shook almost violently. “Open wide for me, princess. I want deep inside you. Fuck you so hard you’ll feel branded. You’ll never forget you’re mine.”

That would never happen. He belonged to her as well. She just wished he believed that. Mia knew the fact they could never be mated bothered him, and it killed her to see him so insecure. Did he doubt the way she felt about him?

Whatever had happened tonight had brought this on. He needed this, needed to know she wasn’t going anywhere, that she loved him. She threaded her fingers through the damp silk of his hair and pressed her lips against his throat. “Always,” she whispered against his skin. “I love you.”

“Fuck, Mia.” The head of his cock pushed inside her. He was big, and when he shoved her knees higher, she gasped at how deep he went. The sweet agony of it had her sex flooding with liquid heat after every measured stroke.

“You belong to me.” His voice was filled with hunger and yearning. He thrust into her hard. “Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

He growled, the sound wild and untamed, and then he unleashed the full measure of his need. And she realized up until then just how much he’d suppressed it, suppressed that side of himself. The thick head of his cock pounded deep inside her, hitting the exact spot she needed him. Squeezing the hard flesh of his ass, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Her back bowed as her climax hit her, and she screamed with the force of it.