Page 44 of Savage Hunt

My mouth crashed onto Fane’s, and I shoved him out of the circle, the guards too preoccupied with their fears and the pandemonium. Fane gripped me around the waist and kicked a door open, leading us into a large open bathroom with multiple shower heads lined on one of the dingy tiled walls.

It was time to end our separation once and for all. Even the Infernal Sol agreed. And anyone who interrupted us would learn exactly how evil I could go.

Chapter

Fifteen

“I’ve been dreaming of having you after dozens of victims fell at our feet.” I sucked on Fane’s bottom lip as my talons dragged over his throat where blood dappled his skin. “You are the only thing that makes me think of something other than mayhem and destruction.”

Fane gripped the collar of my jumpsuit and ripped it all the way to my navel, the buttons flying and bouncing on the grimy tiles of the bathroom beside the fighting pit. “Tate? Are you in there?”

I unleashed a malicious grin. “I am Tate—at least the version of her that allows the demon amulet to roam free.”

His eyebrow cocked. “Is that so?”

My claws tore holes in his jumpsuit. “If I was only that dark power, I’d be out there feasting on all the fears clogging that room.” I licked my lips. “So delicious. It’s throbbing against the door, calling out to me, but I’m staying here with you.”

The demon shifter’s contrasting eyes lanced through me, seeing past my exterior and into my soul. Electric tingles crackled over the swirling tattoo on my neck, shooting a bolt of pleasure to my core. Was he searching for me under this guise of wickedness?

Fane’s head dipped forward, his tongue gliding over the tattoo. A ragged moan slipped out of me, and my knees almost buckled from the sharp hit of desire his touch caused. I gripped his shoulders, my breasts pressing into his chest as flames licked between my legs.

“Fane,” I cried out, some of the tendrils of malice receding into the amulet. “Don’t stop.” He hadn’t physically touched me like this since we first gave into our desires in the woods in Mohan Wilds. I shook against him with an overwhelming need that stole the air from my lungs.

He pulled back, slamming his forehead against mine. “It’s been too fucking long.”

Our ragged breaths and the pounding of my heart filled the silence of the bathroom. And then the dam holding Fane’s hunger back burst like a bomb.

His mouth slammed on mine, lips, teeth, and tongues clashing in a battle of dominance. He ripped my bloodstained jumpsuit off, and his fingers shoved my underwear aside, sinking into me without warning.

I cried out at the first intimate touch from him in months. Being together in our phantom forms was no substitute for this raw, visceral contact. My legs trembled as he kissed me while his fingers toyed with me.

“Teague, I hope you’re prepared for this because I won’t be able to soften a damn thing or hold back.” His mouth dragged down my neck, sucking and nibbling. “I’m barely holding it in now.”

Like a wicked promise, his words poured lava through my bloodstream, and a little more of myself pushed through the amulet’s influence. Lust spiraled around me as my heart battered my ribs. “I don’t expect anything else from you. I want your worst, Fane.” I used my talons to tear the top of his jumpsuit, and I sank my teeth into his chest, the metallic tang of blood coating my mouth.

Fane roared and unleashed the pent-up sexual fury within him, setting my body ablaze. His fingers slipped out of me, and he whipped me around so fast my head spun. Like a scalding piece of marble, his hard, hot form pressed me into the cold tiles. “You’re mine, Teague. No one, not even the warden, can pry me from you.”

He shredded my tank top and underwear, leaving my clothes in tatters on the ground. My gasp rang through the bathroom as his finger slid through my entrance, stars speckling the edges of my vision.

“This won’t be nice or even playful, fiera mika.” His mouth sucked my neck hard enough to leave a bruise. “I’m going to tear you apart.”

“Please.” He pinned me to the wall, my peaked nipples sensitive against the icy surface. I didn’t care if every guard and prisoner in that room barged in as Fane savagely took me. Nothing was stopping this. “Do anything you want. I need it.”

The splitting of fabric sounded as Fane tore the rest of his clothes off, leaving us in nothing but our boots. As I tried to turn toward him, his fingers tangled in my hair to yank my head back. His throbbing length seared into my backside, promising pain and pleasure. “I love it when you scream.” His tongue flicked my lip, his pupils thinning.

So were mine.

“Then stop talking about it and make me scream.” This time, my voice and actions were my own, but desire and lust soaked everything. My hips rocked against his fingers still toying with me.

A warning growl crawled up his throat, and he added another digit. “It’s going to hurt.”

“Good.”

Fane’s feral grin filled me with a lethal, addictive blend of excitement and fear. He released my hair and pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. My breath shuddered to a stop as he pulled his fingers out of my heat, clutched my hip to position me to his liking, and slammed into me from behind.

I screamed as his cock buried to the hilt, immobilizing me. Hell, I couldn’t even breathe. He didn’t waste another second before he pulled out and thrust back in, filling me. “Fane. Please.”

My talons dug gouges into the wall above my head as he continued his brutal assault, my pants and moans erupting through the bathroom. I would have fallen to my knees if he wasn't holding me up.

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