Page 39 of Savage Claim

The low, threatening growl that curled between his teeth had the hairs on my nape rising. “You have no self-preservation.” Instead of ripping my throat out, Fane’s mouth descended on mine in a bruising, punishing kiss.

As far as attacks went, I definitely preferred the demon shifter’s current style. His tongue twirled around mine as he owned my mouth, and his hand tangled in the back of my hair, tilting my head to deepen the angry kiss. I came alive under his touch, jolts of electricity crackling over my flesh and hitting me in my belly.

“I fucking hate you.” He brutally nipped at my lips.

My hands trailed down his torso, running over the massive bulge in his jeans. “You call this hate, Maverick?” I didn’t think about what I was doing, how much I was provoking him, and unzipped his jeans, pulling his hard length out.

His rough groan vibrated my bones, and his head fell back as I stroked him. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Teague.”

The smell of his arousal had me trembling with desire. The angrier he got, the more desperate I became for him. His grip on my hair tightened, burning my scalp and making me whimper. The sound made delight flare in his smoldering gaze.

I wanted to show him how much he didn’t hate me, how much he craved me. I wanted him begging for more and screaming my name until there was no possible way he could deny the attraction between us.

Fane sensed my intent and paused as if he would stop me. But he didn’t.

My knees hit the ground, his hand still tangled in my strands following, and my tongue glided against his hot, silky cock as I took him in my mouth.

A husky, broken moan burst out of him, setting my blood on fire. His pleasure ricochetted through the bond, and more moisture collected between my legs, soaking my underwear. His scent washed over me, leather, fire, spice, and musk, and I could barely contain the whimper that wanted to tumble out.

“What the hell are you doing, Teague?” The words came out in choppy pants, and his hips began to buck, forcing him deeper inside.

“I’m showing you how much you really want me.”

His teeth bared, and his hand tightened in my hair. “I’d enjoy any woman on her knees, choking on my cock.”

“Liar.”

Fury mixed with Fane’s arousal, and a terrifying smile suddenly pulled at his lips. Moments later, his phantom hands smoothed down my body and traveled between my legs. His invisible fingers bypassed my jeans and thrust inside of my entrance, making me moan around his hard, pulsating length.

“Two can play this game, fiera mika.”

The forest turned blurry as Fane owned my mouth and took away my sanity with each plunge of his fingers. My heart pounded, and my limbs trembled. If he wasn’t gripping my hair, I would have fallen to the ground.

Would he have followed me, pinning me with his weight and taking me like a beast?

Fane cursed as his rhythm increased, the veins in his neck popping as his head fell back. “That fucking mouth, Teague.” His thumb rubbed my bundle of nerves while he added another finger, pushing me closer to the edge. When I whimpered, a wave of fine tremors ricochetted through him.

We were both so damn close.

The demon shifter lowered his head again, his irises glowing brighter than stars and burning every square inch of me. “Come for me, fiera mika. Now.”

As his words hit me, I heeded his command, and the building tension in my core erupted. I cried out around his thickness as ripples of pleasure assaulted me. The sensations traveled through the bond, and as he felt them, he roared and shoved himself impossibly deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He spilled inside of me, his salty taste exploding in my mouth.

The look in his eyes, pure bliss, had another orgasm ripping through me as I swallowed him down.

Fane finally pulled out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet, our heavy breaths echoing through the forest. His nostrils flared, his jaw clenching and teeth baring while his hand gripped the back of my neck to keep me barely an inch from him.

“You really know how to prove a point, don’t you, Teague?”

The edges of my lips twitched. “So do you.” The feel of him in my mouth and between my legs was branded into my mind. As I tucked him back into his pants, pain flared across my knuckles again, and I hissed.

Fane seized my hand, holding it as his fiery stare hypnotized me. The throbbing in my knuckles slowly faded.

The shock of his actions overshadowed the relief. “Why did you take my pain?” I whispered.

“I didn’t mean—” He dropped my hand and drew back, his brows furrowed and gaze averted to the pine-covered ground.

Fane hadn’t meant to take my pain, but his instinct had taken over, and the desire to ease my physical suffering was greater than Kaspin’s spell.

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