Page 112 of Savage Hunt

Fane’s fingers slid up my inner thigh and disappeared beneath the towel while his tongue pushed into my mouth. He groaned as he found me wet and plunged a finger through my slick heat. Pleasure rippled through my nerve endings as he roughly toyed with me.

“Fane,” I murmured against his mouth as his curved in satisfaction. “I really hate you right now.”

He added another finger, making me cry out. “The feeling is mutual, Teague. But I can’t deny how badly I want to be inside of you. If I don’t get to have that, I might crawl out of my fucking skin.”

My resolve had already crumbled the moment he kissed me. Hell, it disintegrated when his fingers wrapped around my throat. Fane pulled out and lifted me onto the counter. A flare of pain zipped through the wounds that were now bleeding without the bandages.

Fane cursed, spun, and yanked the door open, leaving me breathless on the counter. Before I could even think that he’d left, he returned with bandages, using his teeth to tear the wrappers off, heating my blood.

That was so fucking hot.

A grin hitched his lips. “I guess we can play doctor if you want.” His hands trembled as he applied the bandages, his control teetering. The longing to take me coursed through his veins, and he could barely keep his shit together. The weight of his desire had me trembling with anticipation.

Once he covered my wounds, Fane jerked my towel off, letting it fall to my waist. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

My laughter echoed in the steamy bathroom. “You’ve never been gentle, and I prefer it that way.” I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, his eyes widening. “I want my beast just the way he is.”

All of Fane’s pretenses shattered, and as if I’d opened the cage on his true emotions, a storm of lust slammed into me. He didn’t waste another second before he spread my legs wide for him and thrust into me in one swift go.

I screamed as a mixture of pleasure and pain enveloped me. “Fane!”

The demon shifter pulled out and rammed in again with even more zeal, a growl building in his throat. “Fuck.” His mouth fell on mine as he roughly took me against the bathroom counter. Everyone in the house could probably hear us.

But I didn’t care.

All that mattered was having Fane right where he was supposed to be. It had been too long since we’d been together. The pain from my wounds and aching body couldn’t compete with the overwhelming bliss he caused.

“Why does this feel so good?” He grunted in my ear as he pounded into me. “So fucking right?”

My legs twisted around him like a pretzel, and I could barely get any words out between my loud, breathy pants. “That’s how it always is with us.” My nails raked down his back, and blood scented the air, pulling out my own inner beast. “We don’t make any sense, but somehow we do.”

“And you like me like this? Brutal and hard?” He pulled back to stare into my face. “You’re not afraid I’ll hurt you?”

“Never.” Not in any way I didn’t ask for.

I darted forward and sank my teeth into his chest, briny blood oozing over my tongue.

Fane cursed, and he grew even more intense. I held onto him as our bodies collided, riding out his harsh movements and savoring every moment. Fane didn’t stop when tears leaked down my cheeks or when my sobs filled the bathroom because he felt how much I enjoyed his dangerous side.

Under Kaspin’s spell, Fane once again found it hard to believe that I wanted his beast. Most feared him, and he never showed this side during sex except with me. I was just as twisted and tormented. My darkness rivaled his, and I longed to have him ruin me.

I wanted him to wreck me so no one else would ever satisfy my desire. Only him.

Fane’s teeth dragged down my neck as quivers manifested low in my belly. I’d tumble over the edge soon. He could feel it too.

“Do you want to come, fiera mika?” His voice vibrated against my throat. “Beg me.”

“Yes. Please,” I panted. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

He cursed at how easily I complied. He expected a fight but liked this so much better. “I never took you for a good girl.”

“Only when you ask me to be. Well, sometimes.”

Fane’s teeth pressed into the tattoo on my neck, knowing it would drive me crazy. I gasped and opened my legs wider, allowing him to go deeper. He groaned and gripped my backside, pushing even farther than I thought possible. “Oh fuck. I think you were made for me.”

My head fell back, pleading for him to bite his mark.

He obeyed, and as his teeth sank in, I screamed his name while explosions tore through me. Fane was caught off guard by the sudden intense waves of pleasure ricocheting between us, and he reached his peak.

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