Page 15 of Savage Claim

“Maybe she’s tired of waiting on you to piss or get off the pot, Maverick.” Gray had the balls to smirk at Fane.

The demon shifter let out a sinister laugh that wiped the humor from Gray’s face. “I keep my mate satisfied. She doesn’t need to seek out a weak wolf like you.”

“Would all of you stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

Before I could shove Fane off, he spun me and hoisted me onto the island, shoving his hips between my legs. “You’re right. I should be focused on you instead of them.” His mouth caught mine, his tongue licking the spicy seasoning from my lips before plunging between them.

A moan slipped out, and I curled my arms around him, instantly melting into the kiss even though it was a lie.

But was it?

Fane’s hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head as his tongue licked and toyed with me, his hips rocking into mine. He hardened between my legs, and the urge to beg him to take me poured through my veins.

When he finally broke away, only because we needed to breathe, the reflection in the kitchen window revealed that Gray and Marcel had left.

“Are you finished laying your claim, Maverick?” I licked his salty-sweet flavor from my lips. “They’re gone.”

He ran his nose along my temple, breathing me in. “Others could be hiding around the corner. I better make sure they know who you belong to.” The demon shifter returned for another kiss, his hands dragging down my back and cupping my ass to press the apex of my legs against his hard length.

I gladly surrendered to the desire burning in my veins and allowed Fane to kiss me until the kitchen spun in circles. If I’d been standing, I might have fallen to the ground.

“Don’t pass out on me, fiera mika.” He sucked my bottom lip before drawing away, his pupils in thin slits like mine probably were. “Are my kisses that spectacular?”

They were, but I wouldn’t admit it.

I shoved him. “Can you get off so I can enjoy my snack?”

“You’re going to need more than a plate of chips.”

“It’ll do.” I wasn’t in the mood to make anything anyway.

Fane untangled himself from my arms and legs—didn’t realize I was still clutching him—and he opened the fridge, rummaging through the contents. “Have some of Ari’s pizza.”

My brows dipped. “I can’t just eat someone else’s food.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I’m not doing that,” I said even though my stomach growled at the thought of pizza.

Fane grabbed a plate and dropped two pieces of pizza on it. “Just eat it. I’ll leave a note.” He popped it in the microwave and grabbed a pen and sticky note from the drawer.

I gave my mate some of your pizza. She was hungry. I’ll replace it when they open.

-Fane

“Ari’s a mated male, so he’ll understand.” Fane slapped the note on the pizza box in the fridge and then removed the plate from the microwave after it dinged. “He knows what it’s like.”

My lips pursed. “What do you mean?”

Fane set the plate next to me on the island. “A male shifter’s need to take care of his mate.”

“But you’re not really my?—”

“Just fucking eat it, Tate.” He snatched the glass of lemonade without making eye contact and poured a refill.

My chest constricted, and I could scarcely breathe. Fane felt that need even though we weren’t mates, even though he was supposed to kill me.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Thanks,” I mumbled, trying to keep my emotions in check so they didn’t scare him off.

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