Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
A blinding pleasure swept over and through Harper in a powerful wave. Her scream got caught in her throat as he brutally drove deep and his spine locked. Then he was growling her name, and she felt every hot splash of his come.
Shuddering, she blew out a long breath. All she could say was, “Damn, you’re good.”
He smiled against her neck.
Since demons could go for days without sleep, they spent a good portion of the night fucking and talking. After that, Knox did some work on his laptop while his mate lay beside him, watching TV. Before Harper, Knox had always preferred silence while he worked. Technically, she should have been a distraction. But there was just something about having his mate right there, where he could touch her whenever he wanted, that made him relax and focus better.
Of course, it was also a lot to do with the simple fact that his demon was better behaved when she was around. Harper charmed it, amused it, and delighted it. Without its only source of fulfillment close by, the demon became quickly bored and restless.
When breakfast time came around, the demon turned morose and sullen because it knew she’d be parting from them soon.
Harper smiled at Meg as the housekeeper placed a plate of food on the dining table in front of her. “Thank you.”
The Hispanic she-demon nodded with a fond smile.
Knox arched his brows in surprise. “Toasted bagel with cream cheese for breakfast?” he said as he dug into his own meal of egg white omelet with toast. His mate usually stuck to cereal.
Harper shrugged one shoulder. “Meg says I don’t have enough variety in my diet… which basically means you think I don’t have enough variety in my diet and you’ve expressed this to her.”
Yes, that was exactly what it meant, which was why Meg was doing her best to stifle an amused smile as she left the room. As always, his mate’s astuteness made his demon chuckle. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Harper said, picking up her bagel.
She looked better. The lines of strain were gone from her face. “Good.” He took a swig of his coffee. “Belinda left me another voicemail. You’ve been dodging her calls again?”
“She tried calling once,” said Harper, sighing. “I was in the bath.” But Harper hadn’t returned the call because, to be frank, the she-demon in question pissed her off. Knox had hired the event planner to manage the shindig, and she was good at her job. Efficient. Prompt. Incredibly well-organized. But she also looked down on Harper in a major way and felt the need to repeatedly advise her on her relationship with Knox.
She also liked to call attention to how different Harper was from the females in his past – different in that they were elegant, well-groomed, and cultured whereas Harper was… Harper. What Belinda wasn’t grasping was that Harper was absolutely fine with who she was. She had no wish to change. Moreover, Knox didn’t want her to change.
“She says you’re refusing to work with the clothes designer she set you up with,” Knox told her, mouth curved. He didn’t care whether Harper bought a dress or had it designed as long as she was happy.
“I don’t need someone to design and tailor-make a dress for me.” Harper especially didn’t want to work with that particular designer, who had rudely told Harper that it would be difficult to make her look elegant. “I can buy one like everyone else.” The real reason the cambion called Knox was that she’d use any excuse to get his attention. She often ran to him if Harper gave her an answer she didn’t like.
“Why can’t you deal with the preparations?” Harper asked him.
“I’ve given my input. Now you need to give yours.”
“But she’s an event planner. Can’t I leave it to her and her team to deal with?”
“No, baby. You’re a Prime now. You can’t hand anyone complete control of anything in your life.”
Well, he had a point there. Dammit. “Did she happen to mention that she wanted to hold the event in the ballroom of one of the hotels?”
Knox frowned. “There isn’t a ballroom big enough for hundreds of demons to fit inside.”
“Oh, she’s still happy for the whole stretch of the Underground’s strip to be involved in the event. She wants each and every bar, club, restaurant, and other venue to take part, which is fine. But she just also wants all the Primes and VIPs to be separated from everyone else so they can have a fancy party – a party she doesn’t want my relatives attending.” Fuck that.
“She failed to mention all of that,” replied Knox, face hardening.
“I told her that I didn’t mind if she made the combat zone look fancy so it catered to anyone with that taste.” It was no different than the clubs and bars throwing something casual, and she knew Knox would prefer the whole champagne and soft music scene. “But only if the space was open to anyone.”