Page 21 of Savage Hunt

My fingers dug into his thighs as I increased my tempo.

Fane groaned, and his grip on my hair tightened, burning my scalp. “You’ve done it now.” He guided me along his length, nearly choking me. “So fucking good.”

Tears watered in my eyes at his brutal assault, and I couldn’t stop the whimpers from slipping out. I craved his dark side and wanted it to devour me, make me hurt and feel unimaginable ecstasy. This pleasure-pain addiction had me in a stranglehold, and I needed another dose. And another.

Tremors flowed through Fane’s body as he neared his release. I didn’t get much warning before he let out a vicious bellow and spilled into my mouth.

After I finished swallowing, he freed my hair and yanked me to my feet. “You provoked the beast, Teague.” His pupils had shifted completely, and menacing shadows crawled over him.

A smile tugged at my lips as I wiped them. “I want the beast.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Fane grabbed my throat, his fingers brushing over my tattoo and giving me a jolt of pleasure. “You may just get it.”

My pulse skyrocketed as he shoved me onto the stairs, tore the rest of my jumpsuit to pieces, and ripped my boots off. I lay before him, bare and wanting. His nostrils flared as he smelled my arousal.

“There’s no going back now.” He stalked forward like a predator closing in on his prey. “I’m going to devour every inch of you.”

My breath shuddered. “Stop making threats and do it already.”

Fane fell on me, gripping my thighs and forcing them apart. His teeth elongated as an eerie glow eclipsed his beastly gaze. Having no limits and being completely under Fane’s mercy were dangerous things.

Dangerous and so addicting.

Fane slammed into me, tearing a cry from my mouth. He pulled out and didn’t wait for me to adjust to his large size before thrusting in again with the same enthusiasm.

I whimpered as he took me hard and fast against the metal and stone stairs. The sharp edges dug into my spine and legs, but the pain only intensified the pleasure. Our ragged breathing and grunts filled the space, rebounding against the walls.

The air became sweltering instead of cold, and my blood simmered as flames licked at me.

“Fane,” I cried out. “Don’t stop.”

His upper lip curled into a snarl. “There’s no stopping this until I’m done.” His speed increased, and his thrusts grew even more vicious. “I can’t stop. Not with you.”

I knew the feeling.

My nails dug into his back as I felt my own beast clawing to the surface. This wasn’t the Infernal Sol, but the shifter mixed with demon magic his bite poured into me. Fane sensed the change, and it spurred his own monster.

He grabbed one of my legs and hitched it around him, angling his hips and burying deeper inside. I screamed as he slammed in and out at a dizzying tempo. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes.”

But if he stopped, I’d attack him.

His sinister laugh told me he had no intention of stopping. He probably read my thoughts or simply knew me so well.

“Maybe I should make it hurt a little more.” Fane’s fingers coiled around my throat, and he squeezed, cutting off most of my airflow.

The feeling was freeing and delicious. My back burned from being crushed into the stairs, and I already ached. Black spots and stars popped on the edges of my vision.

“One of these days, I’m going to chain you up and show you just how evil and dark I am.” Fane’s lips pressed against mine, and then he sucked on my tongue, shooting bolts of electricity right to my core. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” My hips crashed into his, meeting each of his brutal strokes. “Please.” The thought of being tied up and bared to Fane while he did terrible things to my body pushed me over the edge, and ripples of bliss built in my center.

His eyes flashed with menace and hunger as he realized how much that idea turned me on. He dragged his mouth across my jaw, stopping at my ear. “I will give you exactly what you want then, fiera mika.”

I couldn’t hang on much longer, and as sobs broke free, Fane’s movements became wild and untamed, crushing me into the stairs and nearly breaking me in half.

His mouth moved to my neck as he released his grip on my throat and sank his teeth into the mark. “Come for me.”

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