Page 73 of Knotted By the Demon

I moved, rolling my hips as the lock held him tight, milking him, drawing a strangled cry from his lips. His knot teased my wet lips as I ground against him. His hands finally broke free of my grip, flying to my hips as he thrust up into me, his movements frantic, desperate.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his voice raw. “Please, Sofia, don’t fucking stop. Keep my cock locked down tight. Don’t let go.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. The heat between us was a storm, wild and uncontrollable, and I rode it to its breaking point. His growls turned to moans, his head thrown back as he surrendered completely, his body shaking beneath me as he spilled inside me, filling me with his essence.

I collapsed against him, my body trembling as the lock released, my scent changing, softening, shifting back to what it had been before. Demon’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as his chest heaved, his lips pressing against my forehead.

“You’re back, Little Fox,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“I know. I can scent the difference. That was one wild ride, though.” I yawned.

“When Little Alpha comes out again, I’m first in line to be locked,” he told me.

I smiled against his chest. “Yes, sir. And next time, I want your knot inside me. I think I can take it, big guy.”

“My Little Fox can have whatever she wants from me,” Demon muttered, sounding just as sleepy as I felt.

I nodded, exhaustion sweeping over me as I curled against him, my head resting on his chest. For the first time in days, the fire inside me was gone, replaced by a deep, unshakable contentment. And in Demon’s arms, I finally felt at peace.

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The sharp, acrid scent of the blockers filled the air as I poured the granules around the perimeter of the cabin. I’d rather be tucked into bed with my bond mates. But this was necessary—always necessary. The storm had washed away my last batch. So, this was needed. The woods were quiet tonight. Too quiet.

I finished the last stretch of the boundary. As I recapped the container, a faint scent caught my attention—something thatdidn’t belong. My breath stilled, muscles tensing as I tilted my head, inhaling deeply. Smoke and pine. Familiar, but not. Too sharp. Too foreign. And worse, too recent. An alpha had been here.

I snarled low in my throat, my grip tightening on the container until my knuckles turned white. The scent was faint, almost faded, which meant the bastard was long gone. But he’d been here. On my fucking land. While my fucking mates rested inside my cabin. This motherfucker had to die.

The beast inside me roared, clawing at the edges of my control. My bond mates. My territory. This trespass wasn’t just an insult—it was a threat. I bolted toward the cabin, my boots pounding against the ground in a rhythm that matched the drumbeat of my rage. When I reached the porch, I paused, inhaling sharply as my hand gripped the edge of the doorframe.

The mingled scents of Sofia and Greek hit me like a balm—honey and citrus, sweet and spicy, intertwined with the earthy safety of home. They were inside, safe, untouched. For now. I shoved open the door, stepping inside with as much calm as I could muster despite the fire raging through me.

I searched the entire cabin, making sure we were still alone. Though I knew we were, my alpha needed to be sure. Once I was, I locked the house down, checking every window to make sure the cabin was secure. The cabin was dark except for the faint glow of the moon streaming through the windows.

I stalked to Greek’s nest, where both halves of my heart were tangled together, fast asleep. Sofia’s fiery hair fanned out across the blankets, one arm draped protectively over Greek’s larger frame. His face was tucked against her chest, his breathing slow and even. The sight should have calmed me. It didn’t.

I lingered for a moment, my eyes drinking them in, reassuring myself they were untouched. Safe. But my nerves refused to settle. The phantom scent of the other alpha lingeredin my head like a fucking splinter I couldn’t get rid of. I couldn’t let my guard down. Not until I knew who he was and why he’d dared to step onto my land.

No, fuck all of that. I didn’t need to know who he was or why he was there. I just needed him dead. Silently, I made my way to the basement, my mind already on the arsenal stashed behind the hidden door. A faint click echoed as I unlocked the concealed panel, the hinges whispering as it swung open to reveal my horde of weapons.

The cool metal of my guns glinted under the dim light. I was a hunter of animalsandpeople when they encroached on my territory. But I couldn’t go out to hunt this alpha without leaving my mates vulnerable. If he returned, I would end him. And if he brought others, I would perform a massacre.

I checked each weapon, inspecting the chambers, ensuring every clip was full and every safety mechanism was ready to engage. The thought of them upstairs, oblivious to the threat that had come too close, made my chest ache in ways I didn’t have words for. I wouldn’t let anything touch them. Not while I still drew breath.

I carried a few of the weapons upstairs, the quiet hum of the cabin amplifying the weight of each step. The kitchen table became my staging area. I laid them out carefully, arranging the firearms in a neat, lethal display. When they woke, we’d have a talk. They needed to know what to do, where to go, and how to protect themselves if it came to that.

The thought of Sofia with a gun in her hands didn’t unnerve me. She’d proven she could handle herself. Greek, though... My jaw clenched. I’d protect him with everything I had, but he needed to know what to do if I wasn’t fast enough. The idea of teaching him how to wield a weapon twisted something in me—his hands were made for softer things, for gentleness.

Not for this. Sofia also. She was made to be cherished. But I knew she’d refused to sit this out if it came to that. Especially if my Little Fox was in alpha mode. I sat down, the chair creaking under my weight, and let my fingers drum against the table, my gaze locked on the weapons.

The adrenaline hadn’t worn off, the beast in me still pacing, restless and unsatisfied. The soft creak of a floorboard made me glance up. Sofia stood in the doorway, her hair a wild halo around her face, her eyes sharp and searching. She looked at the table, then at me, and her expression hardened.

“Who do we need to kill?” she asked, her voice low and edged with sleep.

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