Page 23 of Savage Claim

His teeth snagged my underwear right over the blooming wet spot and ripped them off, baring me. “Does this look like I’m messing with you?” His voice and hot breath traveling over my damp center had me trembling. As he peered from between my legs, his ebony pupils thinned within his glowing irises. “My primal side is not allowing me to even think about walking away without a taste.”

Sweat leaked down my nape as heat and lust swelled over me. I craved Fane, and being unable to touch him when I wanted had my mind fragmenting. Soon, I’d go crazy. But it appeared he was having the same battle, only with himself instead of an outside force.

The demon shifter pressed my legs farther apart, dipped forward, and ran his tongue over my throbbing core.

I arched off the chair as a moan burst from my lips at the flood of sparking sensations. The satisfaction rippling from Fane through our link only made me fall deeper into the cloud of bliss.

A low snarl slithered out of him, shooting electricity through my belly. “I’m going to feast on you until you’re screaming my name. And when I’m done, you’ll forget your own.”

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Fane’s hot, wet tongue lapped at me, setting off bolts of energy all through my body. My fingers dug into the leather arms of the chaise as I squirmed and moaned. His phantom hands never stopped touching me either, running up and down my thighs and around my ass. They slipped under my clothes, cupping my breasts and then pinching and twisting my nipples.

Sweat collected at the base of my throat, and my vision grew hazy. “Fane,” I mumbled as my talons tore through my fingers and shredded the leather chair. He hadn’t given in to his desire in so long. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, it ricocheted between us.

“You fucking taste like honey.” Fane’s real hand skated between my legs, plunging a finger into my entrance as he flicked and nibbled my clit.

I cursed and jerked at the overwhelming flood of fire boiling within me. My breath came in ragged pants, and my hips tilted to meet his movements. His other hand pressed against my stomach to keep me in place, right where he wanted.

The restrictions on my movements drove me insane, and from his rough chuckle echoing in my mind, he knew it.

I gripped his dark strands of hair, pulling on the roots until he released a savage growl. His tongue twirled while his teeth nipped, driving me closer to the edge with every moment of delicious torment.

In response to the hard hold on his hair, Fane’s ministrations grew faster, and I could barely breathe while his touch consumed me. The room spun, and it felt like I was floating off the chair. Whimpers spilled out of my mouth, and my muscles tightened while the building in my center intensified.

“Fane,” I cried out, tears burning in my eyes. “Please.” I had no idea why I was begging, but he seemed to understand.

He withdrew from between my legs, his fingers still thrusting in and out, and bit the tattoo on my neck, marking me once again.

The scream that tore out of my mouth as an explosion of bliss erupted through me and shook the entire room. Every nightworlder inside Lunar Souls would have heard it, but I didn’t give a shit. I could be embarrassed later. Now? I was floating in a whirlwind of delight as Fane coaxed the intense orgasm from me.

I trembled in his arms, his mouth still latched around my throat, his own pleasure rippling into me. “Fane.” Damn it. I missed him so much it hurt. For a moment, I pretended that Kaspin’s spell didn’t exist and Fane had his memories. He remembered the night in Heldrok he brought me back from the Infernal Sol’s control, and we knew, without ever speaking the words, that we loved each other.

We never said it for fear that something would rip us apart. But it did anyway. Maybe we should have confessed our feelings.

When Fane drew back, blood running down my neck, he gripped my jaw. “No one else could ever make you feel this good, fiera mika. You know that, don’t you?”

“What happens when you decide it’s time to kill me?”

He grinned, crimson staining his teeth. “Then I’ll kill you as you shatter beneath me, screaming my name.”

That didn’t sound like the worst way to go.

Chapter

Nine

Music blared through speakers in the courtyard while shifters ate, chatted, and danced through the night. Instead of joining in on the festivities, I sipped my drink and huddled against the brick wall, trying to blend into the shadows.

Why the hell did Jax feel it necessary to force me to go to this party? I’d probably end up pissing someone off and getting into a fight.

Barric decided to throw the bash to celebrate the visiting alphas and their families from Chicago. Grilling meat scented the air, and dangling lights cast a glow over the tables and dance floor that had been set up. Even though it was freezing outside, the heat lamps and multitude of shifters warmed the area, keeping the chill from leaking through my ripped jeans and leather jacket. Plus, shifters ran warm, so I probably wouldn’t feel the cold air that much.

Roman, Barric’s witch friend, strolled in my direction with two plastic cups in his hand. “Stop being antisocial and have some fun, Tate.”

I flipped him off. “I like being antisocial.”

He laughed and passed me a drink. “Maybe a rum and coke will loosen you up or at least wipe that unapproachable scowl off your face.”

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