Despite how much I wanted it, his fingers were thick, and I grimaced when he added a second.
"Look at you, my good boy, taking my fingers so you can take my dick." He gripped his erection, bringing my attention to the fact that he was suddenly naked—I couldn't claim to know when that had happened—and holding the largest cock I'd seen in my lifetime.
He must've seen the doubt in my eyes because he growled, dipping his face low. He rubbed his cheek against my balls like a cat. "You'll take it," he hummed.
Though encouraging, his words were more a statement of fact. I would take it. But he'd be here when I did, and that was enough for me to know I'd be safe.
Somehow this man who had chased me, cuffed me, and drugged me had become my safe harbor. He'd kept me restrained, but he'd protected me as well. Fed me, washed me, teased me, and given me someone to talk to even in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep.
Knox worked three fingers in, smoothly sliding in and out. I felt ready. I bucked my hips to get his attention, but he didn't stop, keeping the thrusts solid but steady, not too deep.
"Knox, I'm ready. I need you."
"Not yet," came his growled reply. "I can't hurt you." His voice sounded strangled and odd enough that I blinked a little of the haze away, enough that I could see him, concentrate on his face. His expression was primal, his eyes flashing like light reflecting off water. "I'll never hurt you."
He didn't mean just now, at this moment. His gaze was too intense for that. He brought his lips around my cock, demanding I come as he thrust in a fourth finger. With that action, Knox pushed me out of the driver's seat of my own body. He was in control now. When he wanted me to moan, I moaned. When he wanted me to tremble, I trembled, and when he wanted me to come—
I climaxed with a strangled cry, clenching around his hand as I did.
"Your pleasure tastes like candy," Knox groaned. I'd assume his words were mere dirty talk if it weren't for the way his tongue cleaned my dick and balls, making sure he didn't miss a single drop.
His splayed hand covered half my chest as he rubbed down my ribs. He shifted on the bed, moving to a more upright position and stretching my legs open to accommodate his wide body.
I braced my elbows beneath me, trying to take a more active role. So far I'd been tossed around and manhandled, which wasn't at all a bad thing, but I didn't want Knox to think I didn't give as well as I took.
Knox noticed and grinned at my new position. I didn't understand the smile. He climbed upward, pressing me deeper into the cushion below. He couldn't have been letting his full weight down, but enough that there was no mistaking the man's body pinning me, claiming me.
I felt breakable beneath him, a fragile thing when compared to his raw strength. Clinging to his shoulders, he moved me again, this time with deeper intent. I knew what he had planned a moment before it happened, but that didn't prepare me. He thrust forward with a deep roar, sheathing himself completely and making me grateful he'd been so adamant about prep.
There was no moment to breathe or adjust. His ass clenched as his hips flexed, his skin slapping against mine with each forward drive. I came in seconds, but I didn't know if Knox noticed. His eyes shone pure silver as a snarl escaped his lips.
That was, I didn't know if he noticed until he brought his hand between our bodies and swirled his finger in the clear fluid. He brought his finger to my mouth, and I sucked it eagerly. I didn't care that he fed me my own release. I'd take whatever Knox gave me.
He growled before the headboard slammed against the wall. As he rutted into me, coaxing my body to yet another orgasm, I finally understood why he'd been so worried about control, why he'd taken so long to prepare my hole. He fucked like a wild animal, an apex predator in complete control. The primal roars, growls, and snarls called to something deep in my soul, a wildness I'd discovered while cradling his body with my thighs.
I wasn't in the position of power, not by a long shot, but I didn't feel powerless.
I felt loved.
My back bowed off the bed, and though I'd come so many times already, this orgasm raced up my spine like it was the first after a long drought. "Knox!" I screamed when it was still going. My orgasm wasn't an explosion to the peak and then a gentle descent. I rocketed to the pinnacle of pleasure—and stayed there. "Knox," I whimpered.
"I'm here. I have you," he murmured, his words deep like crunching gravel. I couldn't hear gentleness in his tone, but gentleness wasn't something Knox could give me right then, only safety. He slammed forward. His fingers spread over my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades.
Stuffed deeper than I'd ever been before, I held tight, my dick finally limp when Knox's roar sounded over my head. I couldn't move as his dick throbbed inside me, filling me with wave after wave of liquid heat.
"So good and tight," Knox whispered. Already, his voice was different, softer. "You did so well," he chanted, touching me all over as if to make sure I was in one piece. "Jazz…"
Maybe my body was, but inside, I'd shattered into a million pieces. This hadn't been just sex. It didn't feel like the beginning of something light and casual. Nothing about Knox was light and casual.
"Jazz isn't here right now. Someone fucked him silly."
The right side of his mouth lifted in a pleased grin. "Silly, huh? That's a good starting-off point." He leaned over to kiss my forehead, and I couldn't believe earlier this night I'd been afraid he was kicking me out. His bed was warm and smelled of him. Though covered in sweat and fluids, I never wanted to leave it, and he didn't make me.
He cleaned me up with a warm wash rag. I helped as best I could, but my arms and legs felt too limp to use for long. That made Knox smile, and when he was finished, he shut off the light like this was a normal evening. He got in bed, holding me in the curve of his body, like nothing had changed.
But as I lay there, listening to his steady, even breaths, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: nothing was the same anymore.
Chapter Eight
Knox
I squeezed Jazz's fingers as we walked through the front entrance. I'd traded binding Jazz's hands all day to constantly holding them, but he didn't complain.
"I'm pretty sure she saw Huntley and Jagger before. They don't need to hide too," Jazz said with a frown.
The others had been displeased when I'd informed them of our upcoming visitor. Diesel hadn't shown himself in days, and I didn't see that changing until after today's lunch at the earliest. The twins had gone hunting, which wouldn't sound so unusual except for the fact I'd since stocked the kitchen with actual food. I didn't like the idea of being unable to provide Jazz with anything that he needed—food included.
I understood what their absences really were: protests that I'd dared to plan something other than earning money for our investigation or investigating. We'd lived with one goal for too long. Finding who had destroyed our pack was still our number one priority, but it didn't have to be the only thing we lived for. It couldn't be.
Their distrust stung, but I reminded myself I was solving a problem. Whatever that woman thought was going on between Jazz and me, he wasn't in danger, and it wasn't her business. Those were the only two things I needed her to understand after today.