Page 74 of Savage Hunt

Fane’s pupils remained in long slits while mine thinned. The room warmed as if someone lit a fire in the hearth.

“What are you doing to me?” His rough voice swirled out like a tangible caress.

“I’m not doing anything, Maverick.” My breaths came in ragged pants. “You’re the one who has me chained to a bed, sitting on top of me, licking your lips like you want to eat me.” I pulled at the chains to test them. They were solid and probably enchanted. Venna wasn’t that stupid.

She was also confident that the spell Kaspin cast wouldn’t break. She didn’t know about our bond, though. She only assumed we had a connection because Fane turned me.

A resonant rumble vibrated the demon shifter's chest as he lowered over me, his nostrils flaring. “I think you like being chained up.”

“Maybe I do.” I’d fantasized about Fane tying me up while he took advantage of me over and over again. A strong wave of lust washed over me, hitting him so hard his head yanked back.

He’d undoubtedly felt that through the bond.

Fane’s eyelids lowered to half-mast until his eyes were nothing more than burning slits. “You’re using the Infernal Sol to control me, aren’t you? That’s why I feel like this.”

My laugh ricocheted between us. “I can’t make the Infernal Sol do anything. I can barely keep it from controlling me. What you’re experiencing is not?—”

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, his mouth slammed onto mine in a heated kiss that went from zero to sixty in seconds. His tongue shoved into my mouth, tasting and lapping up my flavor. A moan, his or mine, erupted as he rocked his hips against mine.

Fane might have been confused about who I was, but his body certainly recognized me. His length throbbed against the apex between my thighs as he let his weight fall, pushing me into the mattress.

I’d never get used to him or get enough. Even when we hated each other, we couldn’t ignore the attraction pushing us together like magnetics.

The binds bit into my wrists and ankles as I struggled to touch him. The fact that I couldn’t turned me on more. Fire flooded my bloodstream, and soon, an inferno would surround us both. I didn’t care, though. I’d burn in this bed with him.

Fane slid his hand up to fondle my breasts, squeezing one and making me whimper. The sound provoked his darker side, which I was hopelessly addicted to.

My beast.

A smile pulled at my lips as his movements grew rougher, and the chains rattled. Electric jolts of pleasure hit my center.

“Fane,” I couldn’t stop his name from tumbling off my lips in a plea for more. I wanted so much more.

His hand left my breast and slid up my neck, fingers coiling around my throat. “Why aren’t you afraid?”

My husky laugh wasn’t much more than a breathy moan. “I’ve never been afraid of you.” I bit his lip, sucking it into my mouth.

“You should be.” A warning radiated through his words while danger dripped from each syllable, but I ignored it. As usual.

“I like this side of you,” I admitted. “You never need to hold back with me.”

“Is that so?” His fingers tightened around my throat. “No holding back?” The smile that laced his lips sent frost down every vertebra.

My pulse fluttered as the danger set in. Fane was not currently the wild beast. Instead, he was the cold, calculated killer. And I was his next victim.

The demon shifter’s grip tightened, completely cutting off my air. I bucked beneath him and tried to shove him off, but he was like a force of nature unleashed on the world. He wasn’t letting go until he was damn good and ready.

I poked at the Infernal Sol, reaching my hand out and asking for some of its power.

I thought you’d never ask.

Wickedness slithered out from my core, twisting with my veins and muscles to give me strength. Just as the edges of my vision blackened, a burst of power erupted in me. Fane’s head tilted as he felt the ancient demon amulet waking up.

“What is?—”

I yanked on the chain holding my left hand, tearing off the other end tethered to the headboard. Fane cursed as I jerked his grip off, gasping for air. I didn’t give him a moment to recover before I grabbed his neck and pushed him down on the mattress beside me.

“My beast wants to play rough?” My voice was mixed with the one who harbored inside of me.

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