Page 111 of Savage Claim

“I guess we did.” My voice came out low and breathless, and my legs began to tremble as he ran his thumb over the tattoos.

Fane’s mismatched eyes smoldered into mine, spreading goose bumps over my heated body. He then drew my arm around his neck and did the same with my other one, his hands sliding down my sides as he pulled me closer. “I literally can’t stop touching you. And when I’m not, it’s all I think about.”

A shiver coiled over my body as my breaths quickened. “A side effect of the mate bond?”

His answer came in the form of a low, throaty growl that traveled all the way to the depths of my core, setting my blood on fire. And then he was kissing me, his tongue sliding against mine, his taste as familiar and addicting as ever.

This was different than most kisses we’d shared. It wasn’t soft—that wasn’t us—but the passion intensified, nearly consuming me within seconds. His touch burned all the way to my soul.

Fane grew hard against me, his hips rocking into mine and shooting sparks between my legs. Desire flooded my bloodstream like someone had injected me with drugs. I needed him now. Again. Always.

The demon shifter shut the water off and towed me out of the shower. Water dripped from us as we stumbled out of the bathroom and fell into bed, slipping around as our wet bodies clashed. Neither of us said a word as he spread my legs and lined the tip of his length to my entrance.

I was ready for him. Drenched, actually, swimming in need.

As Fane plunged into me, our mirrored groans echoed in the room. Flames licked over every square inch of my body as we collided. Each thrust rattled the bed frame and brought us closer together.

“No other male will every fucking touch you.” His hot, ragged whisper blew down my neck, and the possessiveness in his tone made me tremble. “Say it.”

“No one else, Fane.” My legs widened so he could go deeper, moaning as he slammed in and out hard enough to crack my bones if I were human. “I swear.”

His tongue licked my throat over my tattoo, shooting a bolt of desire right to my center. “Just know that if some other man touches what’s mine, I will literally lose my shit. I will kill him, no matter who he is. I won’t be able to control myself.”

This was Fane’s way of saying he’d kill even Ruin or Hawk for attempting to lure me to their beds.

“The same goes for you.” My fingers tangled in his hair as I tugged his head back. “No other female will ever lay a finger on you, or I’ll bite that damn digit off.”

His unhinged laugh had my pulse rising. “As if any other woman is on my radar.” He pounded into me, slamming the headboard into the wall. It was a good thing we were alone in the house because everyone would have heard us. “You’re all I think about, fiera mika. Every single damn thought I have is centered around you in some way. I’m utterly fucked.”

I yanked him back to me, our lips sealing together as he continued to brutally tear me apart in the best ways imaginable.

The night drifted in a blur, and we finally passed out just as the sky began to lighten outside the windows framed in silk drapes. His warm form curved against mine, and I felt more content, safer than ever.

That fact alone should have tipped me off that shit was about to hit the fan.

When I floated back to consciousness after the sex-induced coma later in the morning and turned my head, sharp points pushed into my neck. My lids snapped open to find Fane looming above me, a feral snarl twisting his lips.

And the vicious stings in my throat were his talons digging into my flesh, hot blood leaking out.

There was no recognition behind his eyes. Kaspin’s spell had complete hold of him. And he was going to kill me.

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

A threatening growl curled out of Fane’s mouth as he hovered over me, his talons stuck in my neck, drawing blood as a mystical purple sheen coated his irises. If he pressed a little harder, the sharp claws would shred my flesh into ribbons.

We’d claimed each other last night, and he’d finally stopped pretending he didn’t want me. So, of course, Kaspin’s spell took over, threatening to ruin everything. If Fane killed me now after we were mated, I couldn’t imagine what it would do to him once the magic wore off.

“It’s okay, Fane,” I whispered. “It’s me.”

Still, nothing registered except the bloodlust calling for my death.

My hand shook as I slowly lifted it, placing it over the new tattoo on his heart, the one from me. “It’s okay, Fane. I love you. Just know that I love you.” I swallowed hard, his claws digging in. “No matter what. I love you.”

This was the first time I’d said those words to him. I’d known I loved him since Heldrok, maybe even before, but I’d never voiced it. We’d gotten close our last night together in the Underworld prison. At the time, we’d been too afraid to admit how deep our feelings ran, fearing something would rip us apart.

Something had ripped us apart. And we were slowly finding our way back to each other only to have that asshole’s spell emerge. But I still needed him to know how I felt even if he tore my throat out in the next few seconds.

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