Page 52 of Knotted By the Demon

She was beautiful, radiant, her fiery hair falling in waves around her face as her lips parted on breathy moans. The sight of her riding me, her body taking me so perfectly, made my chest ache with something deeper than lust. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was mine. And I was hers.

Her pace quickened, her hips bucking against me as she took me deeper, harder. The sound of her moans, the way she whispered my name like a prayer, made my cock throb inside her. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but watch as she lost herself in the pleasure we were creating together.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Her gaze met mine, her eyes shining with emotion as she smiled down at me. “And you’re mine,” she replied, her voice filled with certainty.

I thrust upward, meeting her movements, and her moans grew louder, filling the room. The wet sound of her pussy sliding over my cock, the heat of her surrounding me, was almost too much.

Slick dripped down my length, pooling between us as she rode me, the evidence of our desire glistening on her thighs. Her nails dug into my chest as she leaned forward, changing the angle just enough to send a wave of pleasure crashing through me.

“Sofia,” I groaned, my voice raw.

She didn’t answer, her own cries filling the space as she moved faster, harder. I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her as she rode me, her body arching beautifully with each thrust. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, and her hair clung to her face, framing her in a way that made my heart race.

My climax built quickly, the pressure coiling low in my abdomen, but I held back, wanting to make this last for her. I wanted to see her fall apart above me, to feel her walls clench around me as she came. Her movements grew erratic, her breath hitching as her release neared.

“Come for me,” I murmured, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel you.”

Her body tensed, her cries breaking into a series of gasps as her climax overtook her. She shattered above me, her walls clenching around my cock as she called out my name. She clenched me so tightly that for a second, a split second, I thought she was about to lock down on my cock like an alpha female would.

But she had no lock, just wet walls that convulsed around my cock, milking me for everything I had, everything I gladlygave to this beautiful woman who made me feel cared for, who made me feel like a human, like a man, like I was worthy of love and pleasure. The sight, the sound, and the feel of her coming undone were enough to push me over the edge.

With one final thrust, I spilled inside her, my slick and cum filling her until it leaked out, dripping onto the bed below. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies trembling, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. Sofia collapsed against me, her head resting on my chest as her fingers traced lazy patterns over my skin.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with sincerity.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “So are you, Little Fox,” I murmured. “So are you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

DEMON

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The water felt good against my skin, steaming and scalding as it poured over my face and chest. I stood there, letting it soak me, washing away the smell of scent blockers. My head tilted back as the spray ran over my face and shoulders, carrying the artificial fragrance with it.

I didn’t move for a while, just let the water do its work, but my mind was far from blank. Sofia and Greek wanted my scent in Greek’s nest. Not the stale, chemical smell of blockers. My true scent. My throat tightened at the thought. I should’ve told them thank you for asking that of me. But I’d been too shocked to say that.

I hoped they knew how grateful I felt. I grabbed the towel, lathering it with soap before scrubbing at my skin. The soap was the same one they’d used earlier. I smiled. It was ridiculous how much that pleased me. My chest felt tight as I worked the soap over my body, muscles straining under the tension, coiling tighter with every second.

I scrubbed hard, eager to be free of this chemical smell. The blockers had dulled my scent for so long that even I didn’t remember what it was like. The thought of shedding thementirely, letting my true scent emerge, left me raw and exposed in a way I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years.

But Sofia and Greek wanted to smell the real me. And I was slowly realizing that I would do anything they asked of me. Especially when they asked as sweetly as they had earlier. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I scrubbed so hard my skin stung, turning red, my movements turning almost frantic.

I took a deep breath and nearly choked on the sweet scent permeating the air. It was them. I smiled, already knowing what my Little Fox and Little Rabbit were up to. Honey and citrus filled the air, thick and heady, making it hard to focus.

My cock throbbed, hard and aching, and I gritted my teeth as I worked faster. But no matter how fast or how hard I scrubbed, the sweet scent of their arousal still haunted me. It was intoxicating, wrapping around me like a haze of pure lust and desire. I couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t block it out, and I didn’t want to.

I froze, the towel pressed against my abs as an image slammed into my mind...Sofia’s mouth on Greek, her lips wrapped around him, teasing him as he moaned her name.My cock twitched, and I groaned, the sound rough and raw as I dragged the towel down, scrubbing faster.

Fuck, I needed to see them. Needed to stop imagining it and watch it unfold in front of me. My chest heaved as I rinsed off, the water hotter than I needed but not enough to chase away the fire raging inside me. I turned under the spray, letting it take the last suds with it, but it did nothing for the ache clawing at me.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, smoke billowing around me. I grabbed a large towel, dragging it over my skin as I stared at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. I swiped my hand across the glass to get a view of myself, to see what Sofia and Greek would see when they looked at me.

My hair was damp, water dripping down my shoulders and chest. The scar across my cheek stood out, more pronounced right now. Or maybe it was because I was thinking of how they saw it when they looked at me. Actually, when they looked at me, it was like they didn’t see it.

Usually, when people stared at me, their eyes lingered on my scar without them meeting my gaze. Not Sofia and Greek. My gaze was drawn to my eyes—bright, piercing blue. As Greek had told me about his past, he played with the edges of the blue pillow. The pillow that was the color of my eyes. He didn’t know this, but I’d wanted to hug him for that.

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