Chapter Nine

Amara

A mara felt as though she had just managed to get to sleep when she was once again woken up by something cold and sharp sliding up her bare leg. The sudden realization that she wasn’t alone and that whoever was in her home had some kind of weapon caused her to scream as she struggled to disentangle herself from the bed sheets. Then, a heavy hand clamped down on her mouth, cutting her scream short while also pinning her to the mattress.

At first, she thought that it was her father. She feared that he had somehow discovered what she had done earlier that evening and was coming to punish her for disobeying him so blatantly. However, it was Knox who appeared over her, a dark and sinister look in his eyes, and she blinked in surprise.

So many questions popped into her mind that it took her a moment to realize that he was dressed only in a pair of boxers and that the rest of his clothes were in a pile on top of her dresser. His pupils were blown wide, and he had his signature cocky smirk on his face while he loomed over her, holding a knife to her thigh. It was clear that he had plans for her. Plans that would definitely get her into a lot of trouble if the two of them were caught.

Her brief moment of relief vanished in an instant at the thought, and her fear spiked once more, though not because of the blade he was pressing against her delicate flesh. She knew, deep down, that he would never hurt her. At least, not in such a way that would be too much for her to handle. The problem was he wasn’t supposed to be there; he wasn’t supposed to be in the pack’s territory at all. If her father found out, if he was discovered in her cabin, she didn’t know what her father would do, and she feared for Knox’s safety.

For several heartbeats, the two of them just stared at one another, Knox clearly giving her a moment to process that it was just him and not some intruder. But the knowledge wasn’t any more comforting. As happy as her wolf was to see him, she knew how dangerous this was. She needed to get him out of there. Sooner rather than later.

Shoving at his chest and forcing him to back away, Amara shook her head and sat up, the blankets pooling around her waist. “Knox, what are you doing?” she hissed at him. “You can’t be here!”

“I’m doing whatever the fuck I want,” he replied, grinning like he owned the world and could do whatever he pleased.

“How… how did you even get in here? How did you find me?”

Her eyes darted down to where he started dragging the knife higher up beneath her shorts. Her heart hammered against her chest, torn between being terrified and strangely turned on. She knew Knox was unhinged, but even despite all that, she trusted him. She just hoped that trust wasn’t misplaced. She didn’t know him that well after all, and she didn’t know how far he would take things.

“The internet. And then I followed your scent once I got here.” His grin broadened when she started to shiver as he cut a bit of fabric from her shorts, his gaze locked on the blade as it dragged along her skin.

“Okay, stalker,” she muttered breathlessly, running her fingers through her hair and trying to regain some sense of her composure.

She sighed heavily and looked up at the ceiling. The whole situation was so messed up, and she didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She knew he needed to leave before they were caught, but a part of her didn’t want him to go. With him there, the pack’s territory didn’t seem so scary. It was surprising that someone like him could make her feel so safe and secure, but she guessed that came along with the mate bond.

Inside her, a war was raging between what she wanted and what she should do. She didn’t know which side of her would win yet.

“I’m afraid to ask, but how did you get into my cabin?”

He chuckled playfully. “Yeah, about that. You’re going to need a new door knob.”

His response wasn’t surprising. In fact, she should have expected it. It was sweet, in its own strange way, knowing that he wanted to see her that badly, but it was also wrong. He didn’t know her or her situation well enough to know the ramifications if they were caught. The thought made her shudder again.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Knox. Okay, look,” She placed her hand over his that was holding the knife, stopping him from tearing off another shred of fabric. One of them needed to be rational, and it obviously wasn’t going to be him. “You really can’t be here. If my father finds you…”

He frowned before he grabbed her wrist and removed it from his hand, pinning it against the mattress. Using the blade, he cut more fabric from her shorts. At this rate, the shorts she was wearing were going to be ruined.

“Then he can watch me fuck my girl,” he stated simply, a hint of violence to his voice.

Her breath lodged in her throat, and she wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or because of the way Knox’s touch made her feel. The danger of getting caught, along with the knife he was using on her, was confusing her and making her lose all sense of reason. She wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, and already, she could feel her resolve wavering.

“Knox, we can’t. Not here. It’s not a good idea,” she tried once more. Though, even she couldn’t hear the conviction in her words that time. He just had that effect on her it seemed.

“I like bad ideas,” was all he said as he lifted her shirt with the edge of the knife to expose her belly. The cooler air touched her skin, and goosebumps rose in response. He pushed her back down onto the bed and quickly straddled her thighs, using his knees to pin her arms. She was completely at his mercy now and, surprisingly, she found she rather liked it.

“You are going to get us killed,” she whispered in a last-ditch effort to get him to see reason.

Knox leaned forward and bit the edge of her jaw in response. “Then don’t make a sound, and no one will know I’m here. Can you do that, little bunny? Can you stay quiet while we play?”

A small gasp brushed past her lips and her thighs clenched in response. The now familiar heat grew in her belly at the thought of what he might do to her. Was he bat-shit crazy? Yes. And she couldn’t help but be turned on by it.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted after a while. “Maybe?”

He smiled against her skin as if accepting the challenge. “Let’s find out then.”

Shifting his weight, Knox pulled the leg of her shorts aside along with the hem of her panties. Once they were out of the way, he suddenly brushed her clit with the handle of the knife, taking her by surprise. She hadn’t expected him to actually use the knife on her.

Amara gasped and then had to bite her lip to keep from making any sound. He then dragged the handle down to coat it with her arousal before returning it to her clit, where he began rubbing it in small, slow circles. Despite it being hours ago, she was still very sensitive from their earlier escapades. Every nerve ending in her body became alert all at once, short-circuiting her brain.

This was wrong on so many levels. She should not be as turned on as she was by a knife being so close to such a sensitive area. Her mouth had gone dry, and she swallowed hard before trying to wiggle away from him, but he had her thoroughly pinned down and was far stronger than she was.

He tsked and pressed the handle harder against the tiny bundle of nerves, making her back arch involuntarily at the sensation as her fingers dug into her sheets.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his eyes flashing with deep interest and clear heat.

Her moan was her only answer because she didn’t know how to respond. Her rational mind knew that she shouldn’t like it, but her body was saying something completely different, a story told by the arousal now dripping out of her and onto the sheets. Something was wrong with her, she knew that now, but in that moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“So responsive,” he murmured, continuing the slow circles against her clit. “From what I recall last night, you don’t cum quietly. So, I’ll ask you again. Can you keep quiet, little bunny?”

His question fell on deaf ears. She was too lost to the sensations. The orgasm that was building was astronomical and was sure to tear her apart. But she welcomed it. However, when she didn’t respond to him, Knox had the audacity to stop just before her orgasm crested, making her squirm and growl in protest at being denied her release.

“Answer me, or I’ll stop and walk right out that door,” he threatened, leaning over her.

His threat had the opposite effect on her because her wolf became ravenous and irritated at being denied. Instead of giving in to him and telling him what he wanted to hear, she chose to deny him just to see how he liked it.

Her eyes narrowed at him and flashed with her wolf as she lifted her chin in defiance. “Go ahead and walk out then,” she challenged, a dangerous edge to her voice. “You shouldn’t be here anyway. I’ll just get myself off once you’re gone.”

Knox’s eyes narrowed in return, accepting her challenge, before he plunged the hilt of the blade inside of her. Her back flew off the mattress, her nails puncturing holes in her sheets at the sudden invasion, as he slowly began to fuck her with it.

“Nobody touches this pussy aside from me, Drake, and Zeke. Not even you,” he growled in warning.

“Like you can stop me,” she threw back at him. She liked the way he responded to her challenges and wanted to keep pushing him just to see how far he’d let her go. He didn’t disappoint.

He began shoving the knife in deeper and harder as if punishing her for her defiance. And she was loving every bit of it as crazy as it sounded. Her pleasure was building again, faster and faster until she felt like she was going to explode. Her eyes fluttered, and a moan lodged itself in her throat.

“Do I need to take you back to our apartment and pin you to the bed?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Because I will. And then, I will carve our names at the top of your pussy so that you’ll remember who the fuck it belongs to.”

The thought made her moan aloud, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Her pussy clenched around the handle of the knife as well, causing her to feel every edge and groove of it, only heightening her pleasure. She had little doubt that he’d follow through on that threat, and she was surprised that she wasn’t as opposed to it as she thought she would be. She had never been with someone that possessive of her before, and she found it hot as hell.

When she didn’t challenge him again, Knox bent down and swiped his tongue over her clit. She bucked against his mouth, the feeling of his knife and his tongue almost too much for her to handle. She abandoned trying to be quiet, and her moans seemed to push Knox even further over the edge.

Amara gathered herself up on her elbows to watch and then sucked in a breath when she spotted the small bead of blood at his collarbone. The blade was digging into his skin, and he… he was moaning. The sound vibrated against her, nearly making her see stars.

The sight had her clenching again as her arousal spiked. She forgot to breathe, and her toes curled as the pleasure continued to build. She was transfixed as she watched the small bead of blood roll down his chest before dripping onto her sheets.

At that moment, Knox nipped at her clit with his sharp teeth, and the handle of the knife hit just the right spot deep inside her. It sent her flying over the edge in an orgasm so big she nearly blacked out. Her head was thrown back, a loud moan stuck in her throat, while her arms began to shake from the exertion of holding her up.

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.